Dhum! Dhum!
From the front main wall of the Lawrence, soldiers standing on it saw a man was walking towards them.
Even though many people were looking down from the wall, there was no fear in his steps, and the flag in his hand fluttered in the wind to reveal the pattern.
A white deer standing alone. It was the symbol of the Barco family, seeing these Lawrence's soldiers swallowed there dry saliva with nervousness fall on them.
The man stopped in front of the wall.
He looked around the top of the wall with a relaxed expression, and when he spotted Viscount Lawrence's face, he stopped moving his gaze.
"As Viscount Barco's representative, I will give you three options from now on. First, open the gate and surrender. Viscount Barco is merciful and does not turn away from those who ask for forgiveness, and surrender is the only way to save your lives. But if you wouldn't choose the first one. If that the case, there would be no reason to face me now."
The man's demeanor was very arrogant.
"The second is to go to war with us. In front of the judges of the central government, let's go out to the plains and decide the match fairly. Any method of winning is good. Whether it's a hand-to-hand battle or a battle of the Great War We will follow the way you ask."
Hand-to-hand combat, or one on one battle, or the battle of Daejeon, it was a method mainly used by noble families ( Translater note in battle of Daejeon both party fight one on one death battle which is of 3 or 5 round and whoever won the most no. Of match win the war )
The battle of Daejeon is mainly held between noble when conflict arises between them, scene the people of this world considered it a shame to wage a siege in a dispute between nobles.
If a party won the battle of Daejeon, and couldn't deal with the opposing party so that's why a judge of noble status is present when ever a battle of Daejeon is held.
Viscount Lawrence.
He took a step forward.
"We do not think your cause for declaring war is justified. The document that mentions the debt of our ancestors is forged, and we have no cause for war with you, nor any desire to open the gates and sacrifice Lawrence's people as you wish. So go back now and tell Viscount Barco. In any case, Lawrence will not surrendered."
The man bellow the wall stopped talking, actually the options have already been decided.
Even on the day Barco predicted, from the moment Lawrence locked the gate, the two families knew that they would choose the third option.
Still, there was one reason for sending the messenger. It was to pressure Lawrence, and the messenger informed Lawrence's soldiers, who where now terrified because of it.
"Abandoning the pride of being a noble family and fighting a deadly fight within the fortress walls. From now on, the Barco family will accept your will and pay the price for the blood shed during the siege."
That was the end of it.
The messenger took a step back.
Even when they saw the flag fluttering in the wind, Lawrence's soldiers could not fire their arrows.
And.
The war has begun.
* * *
First clash between Lawrence and Barco.
It ended sooner than expected.
The Barco family immediately, gave an order to retreat within 30 minutes of the start of the battle.
bang!
"You cheeky bastards!"
He threw the helmet that Viscount Barco was wearing to the ground.
Just now.
The aspect of the battle was different than he had asexpected.
The army of the Barco family was three times greater than that of Lawrence, and with the intention of destroying the wall at once, he led the ladder and advanced the force.
Lawrence's walls where not that high.
It is known that Dmitry's stronghold fortress is difficult to capture even with ten times the force, but Lawrence's wall was sufficiently attackable by comparison.
But this was all nonsense to him.
He thought we would capture Lawrence within an hour.
'But what'?
Lawrence's counterattack was more intense than expected.
"Sir. Apparently, Lawrence was fully prepared. A moat was dug deep to block the approach of troops which was filled with boiling oil was even set on fire. And given that they fired a lot of arrows without hesitation from the start, they seem to have secured enough war supplies as well."
It was the lieutenant's words.
He was annoyed for a moment.
One week was not enough time for opponent's to be prepared completely.
He was going to put Lawrence in a corner and surrender, but Lawrence, unexpectedly, chose a desperate fight.
'According to our calculations, Lawrence should have surrendered with the intention of defending the land even a little. We completely blocked the possibility of an alliance and showed a clear superiority in our troops, but Lawrence was prepared to destroy the gates and locked the gates. Where the hell did it go wrong? Obviously, he wouldn't have dared to risk his life for the path we opened up.'
Barco's plan.
From the beginning they did not want war.
Golden Bank and the central government as there backer just to show there dominance over Lawrence and make them completely surrendered toward them.
And now.
The plan went completely wrong.
It was only 30 minutes, but Lawrence's response was systematic, and considering the actions of setting fire to the fields they owned, it seemed like they were preparing for a long battle.
Just thinking about it gave headache to Viscount Barco
As Flora had predicted, the Barco family borrowed huge amounts of money from Golden Bank, and seeing a match as quickly as possible was the only way to cut losses and keep Barco alive.
"Sir. What should I do?
The lieutenant looked into his eyes.
Dozens of soldiers were lost in the last battle.
He was going to figure out Lawrence's strength, but the fierce counterattack resulted in the deaths of the soldiers without any help.
' Viscount Lawrence is not a very strong man. Just like he sold Lawrence's golden jade leaf to the Dmitry family under Barco's pressure, he's the kind of guy who shrinks like a coward in an emergency. Still, choosing to fight back means that changes have taken place within. They wouldn't have made that choice if it wasn't for the odds, and they clearly know the advantages of leading the game in the long run.'
His head turned quickly.
This war, all of this was Viscount Barco's plan.
He moved his son, Anthony Barco, and spread the false rumor about Roman to Flora, leading to breakup in marriage.
Now it's almost over.
It was the climax of the plan, but he had no intention of giving up Lawrence's fertile land.
"How are you now? Come prepare 'it' right now."
" Okay ", reply came from other side.
Than Viscount Barco smiled bitterly.
There was something the Lawrence family overlooked.
Viscount Barco only wanted to win with the least amount of expenditure, but was not at all concerned about the possibility of defeat in the first place.
Golden Bank.
They lent more money than expected.
And, that money was enough for to prepare for the variable in the war.
* * *
Above the front wall.
Lawrence's soldiers moved busily.
The victory of the first battle brought a smile to there face, but they knew that now was not the time to relax.
"Move quickly!"
"You never know when Barco's motherfuckers will attack again. Stay alert, and quickly take your weapons."
one win.
That gave them confidence.
Only frightened by the leverage, Barco was not an invincible opponent.
Viscount Lawrence said.
"Flora, you are right. Just by preparing to stall the battle it was enough to prevent Barco's attack. How the hell did you come up with this idea? You only learned the skills of a nobleman at the academy, but you have never been told that you were taught such a thing as warfare."
Change in flora, was very surprising.
Flora's opinions were actively presented in the process of setting fire to the field and preparing for stall the battle.
Flora looked at the soldiers.
Her attire was like that of a soldier.
Normally, as a noblewoman, she wore an elegant dress, but now she was wearing armor over her top in case of an unexpected battle.
She has even practiced archery over the past few days to help herself in battle.
Of course, with only a few days of preparation, it won't be enough to hit the target, but Flora's active attitude boosted the morale of the soldiers a lot.
Lawrence's flower.
Flora was Lawrence's symbol.
Because she did not give up until the end, Lawrence's soldiers were able to prepare for the battle without losing hope.
Flora said "As my father said, the academy did not teach me how to fight. I said that there was no need to learn such knowledge because I would never go to the battlefield while living as a noblewoman. But seeing the behavior of the Barco family, I knew that I had to be strong. Rather than waiting for all problems to be resolved, like the plants in the greenhouse, I wanted to know what kind of problem was occurring and develop the ability to solve it. So I studied on my own, and that is the direction I want to live in the future."
" Do not worry too much. It's what I want to do."
Listening Flora's words.
His heart ached.
Had there been strength in the family, there would have been no need to experience this, but Flora suddenly grew up in a short time.
Nonetheless it was rude to his daughter.
The fact his own daughter grew up nicely without knowing it.
"As long as the problem with Barco is resolved, this father will not have any quarrels in for your life in the future. I'm sorry I forced you to marry Dmitry. At that time, I thought that it was the only way for you to survive the collapse of your family. But now I believe you will make the right choice in any situation."
In Barco's camp, after few moment a huge thing appeared, its body and the overall shape was like a catapult.
However, those who saw it knew that it was completely different from a simple catapult.
"You crazy!"
"Barco prepared a flare!"
flare.
It was the name of the siege weapon.
The catapult-shaped flare was designed to throw something at the wall, which was a magical weapon that caused a huge explosion.
A magical weapon which cost huge amount of money worth tens of gold per shot.
It was literally throwing money into the sky, but it was the flare that was known for its effectiveness.
It was an unexpected development for Lawrance.
No matter how much money Barco borrowed, they did not know that he had enough connections and financial resources to rent a flare.
"Everyone to the location!"
"Everyone, prepare for the attack."
in a busy moving situation.
Flora's expression turned pale.
She studied tactics for a few days, so she knew all too well the power of the flare.
'When the flare starts to attack, the walls will collapse in an instant. A powerful flame will destroy the wall and burn all the soldiers on it. There are only two ways to stop play. Either fight it with a suitable magic weapon, or open the castle gate and go out and smash the flare.'
The former is impossible.
Lawrence did not have enough money, and in fact, magic weapons such as play are not something that money alone can buy.
But do they have any second choice?
it's suicide to go out and try to smash the flare
That was then.
The flare spewed fire and fired a huge fireball.
Quang!
Curl rumble!
"Great!"
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Only one flare was fired but the top of the fortress wall became a hell for the soldiers standing there.
Fortunately, the walls did not fall, but the soldiers screamed as there skin melted from the fire.
At these points it was where it went all wrong for Lawrance.
If the fireball was hit properly, the firepower was so great that dozens of soldiers could be burned before they can even screm.
The opponent's power beyond there limit.
'I can't give up like this.'
Flora grabbed the bow, ahe was trying to do something
When she was trying to make her move, ahe heard voice calling for her, a maid hurriedly approached her and shouted at her.
miss! miss! I just got a call from Roman Dmitry!"
now? Roman Dmitry?"
Roman it was an unexpected name came out of nowhere.
She don't know the reason for contact.
But that's not what's important now, so Flora turned her head and tried to run toward the wall.
"Roman Dmitry told me to tell you this. Lawrence's Crisis If there no way for you, I can help you so please contact me."
At that sentence.
Flora had no choice but to stop look back at her mad.