It had been four days since the siege of Audis, the capital of Shalor, had been going on for four whole days.
During this period, Locke's battalion had participated in a total of three sieges. On average, there was a siege every two days, which made the soldiers of Locke's battalion quite tired.
In fact, the Shalorian defenders should be the ones who were even more tired. From the beginning to the end, the battle cries never stopped, so the Shalorian soldiers who were defending the city didn't get a chance to rest for even a minute.
The outcome of the battle was both acceptable and unacceptable to both sides at the same time.
On the Faustian side, Falcon's 1st Division had achieved remarkable results in the attack two nights ago. The brave soldiers of 1st Division, under the cover of magic, catapults, and giant ballistae, went straight to the top of Audis. Although they were eventually forced back by the counterattack of the Shalorian defenders. However, this gave great encouragement to the soldiers of the other divisions who were attacking the city.
Just yesterday, when Locke's battalion had just retreated, Locke overheard the chatter of the soldiers of the other battalions in the camp. Lion had also attacked the top of the city these days and even occupied the gate. Unfortunately, they were helplessly broken by the Shalorian capital guards. They couldn't hold the occupied gate.
The soldiers who participated in the siege had to avoid the attacks from the gates and climb ladders, so they had to go into battle lightly. In the face of the fully armed capital guards, the remaining elites of Shalor had no good way to deal with them.
Of course, neither Prince Kenzir nor Marmen cared whether they could take down the city of Audis or not. The unexpected results could only be used as dessert before the meal, to give the two some surprises.
Kenzir and Marmen were like two lions staring at their prey. Faced with the shivering prey, the two of them would only scratch it from time to time, widening the wounds and draining the blood. When the prey was completely weak, they would rush forward to enjoy the feast.
No one knew if the prey was still hiding its strength and was ready to do something desperate.
As a low-ranking non-commissioned officer, although Locke didn't know the decision of the two big shots, he could still guess something after being a soldier for such a long time. The decisive battle was coming soon.
When the time came, it wouldn't be like now, where the divisions would attack one by one, but an all-out attack!
In the distance outside Audis, the Faustian soldiers were mobilizing in an orderly manner. There were also countless soldiers nearby, launching an attack on Audis. Although the Shalorians had withstood wave after wave of attacks with a large number of defensive resources and sufficient manpower, no one dared to let their guard down.
Two days ago, the scene of the Faustian soldiers rushing up to the top of the wall due to their carelessness was still fresh in their minds.
Not far from the inner side of the city wall, there was a military command center that had just been built.
The Shalorian king was pacing back and forth anxiously. Apart from the king, there were also many nobles here.
A messenger rushed into the command center.
"What do you think? How is the defense situation at the top of the city? "The King stopped and asked quickly.
"The enemies attacking the city have retreated, but the next wave of enemies is already gathering." A soldier reported.
"Sigh …" The surrounding nobles heard this and sighed one after another.
The King did not have much of an expression. Standing in this position, he needed to maintain his composure at all times. Any display of emotion would affect others.
It could be said that the Shalorians were still defending the city. This was the main reason why he, the king, was still standing here. He was like a flag. As long as he didn't fall, Shalor wouldn't perish.
"Where's Felippe?" the king asked.
"The margrave is still commanding the battle on the wall," replied the messenger.
Hearing this, most of the nobles around didn't say anything. Only the king frowned, a little worried about Felippe's health.
Although Felippe looked young, he was actually close to the king's age. The Shalorian king was very worried about Felippe. After fighting on the wall for four consecutive days, his body couldn't take it anymore.
Since the day Felippe ordered the guards to take him away, Felippe had never left Audis' walls again. It was only now that the Shalorian king fully trusted Felippe and was really willing to fight to the death for Shalor.
"Go tell Felippe to rest for a while," sighed the king.
The messenger was a little puzzled as to why the king would give such an order, but he still obeyed. "Yes!"
"Sanchez! Go and replace Felippe in defending the city! "The king turned his head and said to a burly man among the nobles.
"Yes!" Replied the burly man. He then clenched the longsword at his waist and led a group of soldiers towards the distant wall.
This burly man was the commander of the Capital Guards and the king's absolute confidant. He was currently the only peak-level Knecht in Audis, so the Shalorian king was very reassured to send him up.
On the wall, Felippe stood there resolutely like a boulder, giving orders to the soldiers around him from time to time.
"Where are the 5th Reserve Platoon? Go to the west gate quickly! The enemy's next wave of attack is coming! "
"7th Platoon! 7th Platoon! Gerson, take your soldiers and 7th Platoon to the south gate. You're needed there! "
Before Felippe's order could be carried out, the soldiers under him had already surrounded him.
"Lord Margrave, you should go and rest for a while."
"Yes, Lord Margrave."
"Lord Margrave, you should rest for a while."
Felippe had been commanding on the wall for four consecutive days, and the Shalorian soldiers had witnessed it with their own eyes. On the second day, the margrave ordered half of the soldiers to defend the city and the other half to rest, taking turns to defend the city. The Faustians' intentions were obvious, and Felippe could see it. He couldn't let the soldiers guarding the city be exhausted by the enemy.
But while the soldiers rested, Marquis Philip remained on the city wall.
For four whole days, Felippe didn't close his eyes, and he rarely moved his position.
The soldiers surrounding the Marquis could clearly see Marquis Felippe's pale face and slightly trembling neck. This Marquis had also reached his limit. To be able to persist until now, apart from his own strength, the Marquis had also relied on his firm will.
"Lord Margrave, you should go and rest for a while." A burly Shalorian man persuaded. The soldier, who had suffered countless wounds and still insisted on fighting, was moved to tears by Felippe's persistence.
"No need to say more, go!" Felippe interrupted the persuasion of the soldiers around him and ordered them to support everywhere.
"Yes!" The soldier wiped the blood off his face. "7th Platoon, follow me!" He waved his spear and went to the south gate to support.
When the soldiers left, Felippe heaved a sigh of relief. His body swayed unnaturally, but he didn't fall in the end. He stood firm again.
Although he was also a high-rank Knecht, it was completely based on potions and treasures. Felippe might be strong, but in reality, he might not even be able to beat a mid-rank Knecht.
But as an excellent businessman, he didn't need to fight personally. He had a large group of experts to help him settle everything.
But now, he was truly at the end of his rope. Even high-rank Knechts needed to rest, not to mention Felippe, who had hardly experienced such a bitter battle.
Felippe forced his eyelids not to fall, because he was worried that once he closed them, he would never be able to open them again.
He still had feelings for Shalor, and he was also willing to sacrifice himself for his motherland.
"Lord Margrave, you need to rest." A low, muffled voice came from behind him, startling him and making him break out in a cold sweat. He hadn't noticed when there was someone behind him.
The aura that was cultivated over the years made the marquis turn around without batting an eyelid. A general in blue armor appeared before him.
The general stood there with a spear in his hand that was thicker than a normal person's thigh.
The Marquis Philip recognized him the moment he saw him. He was the king's absolute confidant, the commander of the royal guards, Sanchez.
Although he was holding a heavy spear and wearing a heavy armor, Sanchez's movements didn't make any sound. This was a manifestation of complete control over his own strength. The strength of this commander of the royal guards was unfathomable.
"No need!" Felippe said concisely. Although his strength was much lower than the commander of the royal guards, Felippe didn't need to be afraid of him at all.
"This is His Majesty's order. You need to rest!" After saying that, Sanchez waved his hand, and two armored soldiers behind him stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right side of Marquis Philip.
"Take the margrave to rest," Sanchez ordered.
Only then did Marquis Felippe realize that there were many armored soldiers behind the city gate. Sanchez had brought most of his troops, the armoured royal guards, to the east gate.
He didn't refute, nor did he say anything. Felippe followed the two soldiers down the tower. He was indeed exhausted. Now that there was a master like Sanchez at the city gate and his armoured royal guards, there wouldn't be a problem for them to replace him and guard this place.
Sanchez and a group of soldiers watched as Felippe walked down the wall. The battles of the past few days had made these low-level soldiers admire their margrave from the bottom of their hearts.
The next morning, Locke's battalion, who had finished resting, began to sharpen their weapons again. As usual, they would participate in the siege again this afternoon.
"Locke, where did you get this armour from?" Mond looked enviously at the bright yellow armour on Locke's body.
The soldiers of Cardoj's battalion had seen a lot of blood in the past few days of battle. The attacking side would be smashed by the defending side with blunt weapons. At this time, a sturdy armor would show its usefulness.
Locke's armour was no longer a secret. Many people had seen it. Locke resisted a rolling stone without much of a reaction.
Other soldiers might guess that Locke used impetus to block it, but Mond, who was standing not far from Locke, could guarantee that he didn't feel any impetus power at that time. Locke relied entirely on his body and equipment to resist.
In the face of Mond's question, Locke could only play dumb. He didn't want to expose his huge amount of military merit. Locke knew that he shouldn't show off his wealth.