The rumbling of the catapults made Locke's eyelids twitch.
If you hadn't participated in the siege, you wouldn't have been able to imagine how grand and spectacular the scene was. Stone bullets flew, giant crossbows hissed, and countless arrows flew above the heads of the soldiers. It wasn't a joke to enjoy the shade under the arrows.
The soldiers of Falcon's 3rd Division, which was part of the Faustian army, had already rushed into Audis's attack range. Although the two margraves of Falcon had always criticized 3rd Division for being disobedient and having mixed combat power, they had proven themselves in today's siege. But in today's siege, this group of soldiers had proven themselves. They weren't all like the margraves.
As the defending side of the city, the attack range of the guards on Audis was far longer than that of the Faustian side, as they occupied the high terrain.
The archers belonging to 3rd Division had yet to pull out their arrows, but the enemy's arrows had already rained down.
"Raise your shields! Raise your shields! "Every platoon jarl shouted at their men.
Although the 3rd Division was ranked last among the four divisions of Eagle Legion, it was still a division that had participated in wars for a few years. Although it could not be said that they were elite soldiers, the majority of them were veterans, and this was not bad.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Every soldier raised the shield they carried with them. The direction of the shield was slightly to the left above their heads, which was just enough to block the arrows that were aimed at their hearts and heads.
This was the first time Locke had watched the battle from afar.
Their current position was at the border between the Lion Corps and the Falcon Corps.
It was a very good position. Not only was it a slightly steep hillside, but it was also far enough from Audis. There was no need to worry about the two sides fighting here.
Locke even tried using his bow and arrows himself. The arrows shot from here could not even reach a quarter of the distance to the city wall.
Perhaps only a weapon of mass destruction like the catapult could reach here at its farthest range.
Locke wasn't worried about their safety at all, because behind him was the gate of the caster camp.
"Your Highness, His Royal Highness has just ordered us to use a third of our magic power to suppress Audis," said a black-robed caster. He was holding a crystal ball in his hand, which seemed to be used to transmit and receive information.
"Got it!" Angelina wasn't dressed up like she had in front of Locke. Instead, she only wore a black leather coat, which accentuated her curvaceous figure.
Unfortunately, none of the Magicians here knew how to appreciate it. Apart from their status, the youngest Magician here was also over 40 years old.
Although mages were more powerful than knights of the same level, it was also much more difficult for them to advance.
Those who could be recruited into the Allied Camp were low-rank Magic Apprentices at the very least and high-rank Magic Apprentices at the very top.
Angelina was the lowest and the youngest of them all.
However, no one disobeyed Angelina. Casters were all undisciplined people, and not many people were interested in the position of a leader, not to mention that Angelina was a princess.
In addition, Angelina's identity as a mentor also made the group of casters respect her.
The only peak-level Lehrling in Faustian was Angelina's teacher.
"Master Bombay, please lead the first and second teams to support us," Angelina said politely to a white-bearded old man next to her.
"Okay!" After the white-bearded old man answered concisely, he walked out of the tent with more than ten casters.
In the distance, under the city gate of Audis, the vanguard of 3rd Division had already approached the gate. A large number of arrows and rolling stones caused the soldiers of 3rd Division to lose a lot of lives with every step they took.
"Go! Go! Go! "A platoon jarl shouted for his men to rush forward.
Rolling stones and wooden blocks were thrown down from the city wall like they were free. They smashed down one Faustian soldier after another.
During this period of time, Audis had accumulated countless arrows and rolling stones and other supplies. In addition, pots of kerosene were also burning on one side of the city, waiting for the Faustian soldiers to approach and give them a head-on blow.
The first batch of Falcon's attack was made up of 3rd Division. There were originally 6,000 people in 3rd Division, but with the addition of countless recruits and mercenaries who had just arrived at the front line, the overall number had skyrocketed to nearly 10,000.
It was not only 3rd Division, but also the other divisions that were preparing to take over. This time, the kingdom had put in a lot of effort to recruit this batch of new troops, which had greatly changed the composition of Faustian's population.
At present, there were almost no recruits in Faustian. The desperate, all-out attack was to kill Shalor with one strike.
There were more than 6,000 people in the first batch of 3rd Division participating in the attack this time. On average, there were more than 3,000 Faustian soldiers at each city gate.
This was only the strength of one division. Marmen thought that as long as the soldiers of 3rd Division could get close and entangle the enemy on the wall, the soldiers of the other divisions could get close with fewer losses.
At the end of the day, the soldiers of 3rd Division were just sacrifices that had to be sacrificed for Faustian's victory.
Outside Marmen's tent, the Faustian nobles gathered there and made a ruckus. Most of them were the officers of the soldiers of 3rd Division.
"Our battalion has lost nearly half of its men. Why haven't the soldiers gone up yet?" shouted a fat noble viscount. His voice was so loud that the entire command post of Falcon could hear him.
"Yes, yes!" A group of other nobles echoed.
They were not stupid. The nobles were not stupid. With their good education, this group of nobles understood the military's plan the moment the battle began.
They wanted to use their team to fight Audis's fiercest first wave of defence.
It was fine for them to wave the flag and fight for peace, but it was better to leave this kind of desperate work to the regular army. This was the thought of all the nobles present.
However, it was a pity that no one from the military had come out to deal with them even after they had caused such a ruckus. The knights and soldiers guarding the periphery of the military did not know this group of nobles.
Most of the nobles of 3rd Division were small Faustian nobles. Most of their soldiers were private troops in their own territories.
Ordinary soldiers did not let them in, and the higher-ups of the military ignored them. This made the group of nobles feel like they were about to explode.
Now on the frontline battlefield, their team and soldiers were dying every second. These soldiers were not only their team to manage their territories, but also the weight they used to share the fruits of victory after the war. How could they be willing to cut off their own flesh?
"If you don't let me in, I'll cut you down!" said the fat leader, pointing to a soldier in front of him.
That soldier was indeed unmoved and had an indifferent look on his face.
"Hmph!" The fat noble was not joking. Nobles had the right to punish civilians. If he killed the soldier, he would at most have to pay some money later.
Swoosh! The noble had just drawn his longsword from his waist.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! All the soldiers in front of them raised their spears with the tips slightly raised. If one looked closely, they would find that they were all pointing at the noble.
"You! Are you rebelling?! " The fat noble squealed like a pig being slaughtered. In addition, the other nobles also made a ruckus.
Unlike the noise outside, inside the tent, the current head of the 3rd Division was sitting in Marmen's tent, drinking tea with trembling hands.
The order to attack was not given by him. Marmen bypassed him and gave it to the deputy jarls of 3rd Division.
The jarl of 3rd Division was also a count, but as a noble whose territory was far away from the royal capital, the count was very local.
He did not dare to disobey Marmen's orders. No one could refuse the orders of the four margraves of the kingdom except the king.
Due to various reasons, this famous nobleman in Faustian was now under house arrest here, drinking tea.
"How's the front line?" Marmen ignored the noise outside and kept his eyes fixed on Audis.
"3rd Division is close to 300 meters from the city gate, but they can't go any further," replied the herald.
"Have they reached their limit?" Marmen muttered to himself.
It was not that the soldiers of 3rd Division were weak, but the firepower on Audis was too strong.
An average of 10,000 soldiers were stationed in front of the city. Facing the attack of only 3,000 soldiers from 3rd Division, the defense could not be any easier.
What's more, in addition to the ordinary defensive equipment on the city wall, there was also...
Boom! Boom! Boom! "Beams of light shot down from the city gate of Audis.
The Kingdom of Shalor, which was famous for its magical civilization, finally showed the spies of various countries who were watching the battle in the dark here today.
The magicite cannons had been firing continuously since the soldiers of 3rd Division were a kilometer away from Audis.
Each beam of light represented the death of at least a ten-man squad.
In the face of such an unstoppable force, except for the strong who cultivated impetus, who could rely on their more agile skills to dodge the shots, the other soldiers could only pray that this magical force would not hit their heads.
"The Shalorians are too desperate." Marmen observed the resistance on the walls of Audis. Although the soldiers of 3rd Division had suffered heavy losses, the margrave was smiling at this time.
That's right, they had made a killing this time.
Marmen was not sure how many magicite cannons the Shalorians still had in their hands, but it was obvious that there were not many of them. Otherwise, why had they not seen this kind of killing machine on the battlefield before?
Either they were rare, or they had just been invented. Or could it be both?
The Shalorian defenders had no choice but to go all out. Their king was standing on the city wall, and the menacing Faustian soldiers gave these Shalorian defenders great pressure.
So far, at least 30 rounds of magicite cannons had been fired, which was close to one-eighth of the reserves.
This was just the beginning of the war.
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