The soldiers of Gaidar cling to the walls like a swarm of bees.
The acrid smell of boiling oil spilling toward them began to sting their nostrils.
Agh!
A scarcely audible scream came from below.
A soldier falling while holding his melted face and men falling trapped in their struggle.
Although that scene was only a moment, it was also a moment that contained all the feelings about war.
"Shit."
Cade had to endure the arrow again without even having time to wipe the sweat off.
His fingers were already calloused, but now red blood flowed from his fingertips.
The intense sitting that lasted three days was tough enough to even peel off deeply embedded calluses.
"It would have been better then."
Cade quietly drew his next arrow, recalling his experience in the fog-filled village.
Every time an arrow left his hand, inevitably someone fell, but that only lasted a moment.
5,000 people versus 1,300 people.
The strategic theory that with a castle wall three times as many troops could be managed did not apply in the current situation.
This was because this small castle wall was not originally built with the assumption of such a large-scale war.
Sigmund's firm determination to capture Deirmar at least for today was making the situation increasingly chaotic.
"Yes, bastard!"
While Cade was momentarily stunned, suddenly a hand appeared from an unattended ladder.
His blood-covered hands roamed the walls of Deirmar and managed to climb.
"You little bastard. I've been watching you for a while!"
A faint smoke-like thing escaped from the left eye of the man growling.
A person who has built his own world. Evidence of it.
It was Aura.
"Die!"
"Agh!"
It hit!
I did my best to block it, but in the end it turned out to be a hole.
A strong wave from the hole began to violently crash towards Cade.
"Idiot! You don't draw your sword until the end!"
The cracks in the beam gradually extended along with the grimace of the unnamed knight.
Cade's pride and the foundations of the world he had built so much were crumbling.
"As expected, they are like those northerners with no roots. I can't believe this bastard is a knight and is mocking me!"
A Gaidar knight who despises him for using a bow instead of a sword.
However, Cade's efforts were still weak to dispel the ridicule.
"Agh!"
In the end, the bow could not withstand the blow charged with aura and broke.
The tip of the sword, which he couldn't block, grazed Cade's chest.
"This was just a rumor, and the Northern Knights said nothing about it."
The eyes of the unknown knight looking at Cade were filled with a joy that couldn't be hidden.
Proof of myself through the weak.
Since he had no confidence in himself, a world that he could only feel through others floated at the tip of his sword.
"What's your name? When we meet, we have to speak to each other clearly."
A Gaidar knight spitting on the blood-soaked castle wall.
The tip of the knight's sword began to tremble in anticipation of the red color returning to paint it.
"I asked you what my name was. You're a bastard."
Cade smiled for some reason even as he faced death.
He was leaning against the wall with difficulty as he looked at the knight, his eyes seeming a bit distant.
"Vlad of Soara."
"What?"
Squeak!
I asked forward, but the answer I heard came from behind.
The world began to spin with a cool response.
From sky to earth, from earth to sky.
The knight's gaze, spinning, finally caught sight of Gaidar's flag waving in the distance.
Thump!
"Cade. Are you okay?"
"Hahah..."
Cade, who was leaning against the wall, saw Vlad's appearance and only weakly smiled.
"Go quickly. Our side has also been breached."
"…The walls are too small. To begin with, it was not a suitable place for a war."
Vlad, supporting Cade, simply nodded silently at his murmurs.
Stephan's and Vlad's soldiers followed him from behind.
One by one, Gaidar's soldiers began to infiltrate the place they were retreating from.
"Let's join first."
Vlad kicked the head of an unknown knight rolling on the ground from a distance.
Vlad didn't ask his name until the end.
He just looked at Gaidar's soldiers blocking his way.
Even now, the sound of the ladders clinging to the castle wall was constantly ringing in Vlad's ears.
***
"The wall has fallen! Gaidar's army is currently climbing the walls and reaching the gates!"
"The gates won't last long. Unless you destroy the cart."
Joseph closed his eyes silently and opened his ears.
He could tell without having to listen to reports from all over.
A dull sound mixed with a sinister air.
It was the sound of Gaidar's siege continuously pounding the gate.
"Will reinforcements always come? At this rate, we'll last three days!"
One of Hainal's knights seemed unable to bear it anymore and threw a tantrum, banging his desk against the castle wall.
His armor became sticky with the blood of his enemies.
It seemed as if Gaidar's soldiers, who constantly charged at him no matter how many he killed, had eroded even his patience.
"You're a little late."
"..."
However, the voice responding to his anger is very calm.
"I will give up the right wall. Destroy the stairs descending into the castle."
"But!"
"From now on, we will prepare for the fire war. Set fire to the houses near the wall as planned."
Even amidst the endless shouting, Joseph's response was calm.
Joseph Bayezid was a man who always prepared for the worst.
"Are you going to give up the walls?"
"I'm sorry. Sir Duncan."
Duncan simply lowered his head in response to Joseph's apology.
He wanted to say he shouldn't do that, but the old knight already knew that the situation was at its limit.
In the current situation, anyone would have no choice but to resign.
"This is what happens in the end."
We must give up Deirmar.
Seeing the despair of the old knight who had protected Hainal all his life, the knights of Hainal also bowed their heads.
"...?"
At that moment, there was a faint persistent sound in Duncan's ears.
A sound so low but deep that even he, who was deeply distraught, could understand it.
It was an unfamiliar sound that he had never heard on the battlefield before.
"...It's a teeth trumpet. It's made with saber-toothed tiger teeth that only live in the northern part of the country."
"Yes?"
Duncan's eyes were wide open as if asking for more explanations, but Joseph simply sat down with a small sigh.
"I'm sorry. I didn't tell you because I was afraid the plan would leak."
The image of a young man that I could finally see up close.
Clear complexion, darkened eye sockets.
It seemed that his struggle to appear calmer than others was finally visible.
"...Sigh."
I'm getting old.
Duncan, who now understood the situation, closed his eyes silently with furrowed brows.
How long had he been enduring?
For the decisive moment, Joseph had to take responsibility not only for the enemy's attacks but also for the fears of his allies.
That was the weight of a commander and the duty he had to assume as Bayezid.
"Is it whiskey?"
"Yes."
No one from Hainal present here was angry at Joseph for deceiving them.
Joseph's fingertips holding the flask trembled slightly.
The young man with dark eyes had clearly risked his life on the walls of Deirmar.
"It was something I treasured, but fortunately I was able to drink it alive."
After all, hot wine or light tea doesn't satisfy you.
This drink, which penetrates my throat and burns my internal organs, is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
Woo-woo-woo-
The sound of a trumpet is heard from afar.
As the sound approached, the humid air of the battlefield disappeared and the cold northern wind blew in.
Joseph raised a glass of whiskey that he had not seen in a long time, accompanied by the familiar sounds of the North.
***
"Stick fast! We're climbing!"
The Western loser shouted furiously.
Sigmund drew his sword and shouted like crazy.
"I will personally kill the kid who comes down quietly! I'm telling you to stab something and come down!"
His blood vessels burst, his eyes turned red, and he ran non-stop as if he had lost all respect.
According to all reports, he didn't seem like a noble nobleman, but still, Sigmund had no intention of stopping.
"Today is the day. Today we will cross this damn wall!"
Although not sophisticated, this was definitely one of the methods of leadership.
Gaidar's passionate, even crazy, gestures clearly encouraged the soldiers hard.
"Done. It's okay."
Sigmund smiled happily as he felt the momentum of the battlefield gradually increasing.
Crack! Crack!
The castle gate was weakly broken, and the castle walls were already filled with their own soldiers.
This was it in the end.
No matter what kind of brilliant strategy emerges, to suppress the protesting opponent, in the end there is no choice but to force the soldiers to enter.
And Sigmund was a man with a clear strength in the virtue of honesty.
"Go to the forefront. Son. Go and strengthen your broken pride."
"All right. Father."
At Sigmund's command, Stephen began to breathe heavily.
Somewhere between tension and excitement.
His father's order clearly spoke of a moment Stephen had been waiting for a long time.
If the sword they took from me wasn't there, I would even choose a forget-me-not flower.
"The castle gate has been breached!"
"Perfect!"
It was a siege that could last more than a year.
However, Sigmund was confident that he could capture Deirmar and had strong soldiers who could back up that confidence.
"But even though you're a child, you persevered."
Sigmund smiled deeply as he looked at Deirmar's blackened walls.
Although Bayezid's efforts were made, the walls could not withstand 5,000 soldiers.
Although he would have had to resort to evil while waiting for his father who did not arrive.
"Knights, listen! I will give 300 gold coins to the first person who cuts off Joseph Bayezid's head!"
When the golden promise began, cheers were heard from all around.
Sigmund's voice, resonating within him, was clearly filled with confidence.
"And to whoever brings Baron Alicia..."
However, he couldn't continue his words to the end.
Woo-woo-woo-
A sound like that of a howling animal.
The chilling sound of the trumpet interrupted Sigmund's words.
Everyone had no choice but to turn around at the sudden sound.
"...What is that."
There an incredible sight was unfolding.
In the forest behind the formation they were in.
From there, soldiers began to emerge onto the blackened plains.
By the best estimates, there were about 3,000 soldiers.
"No..."
Sigmund looked at this and his eyes widened as if he couldn't believe it.
He hurriedly tried to rub his eyes with his hand, but his eyes were still full of soldiers standing firm.
"...Sturma abandoned?"
I thought it was a trap I couldn't escape from.
But what they now had in front of them was clearly the banner of those who shouldn't be here.
"Why?"
The North has long been waiting.
A time when we can rise proudly, overcoming discrimination, contempt, and constant controls.
The threats of Dragulia and Gaidar only served as a spark to hasten that time.
"Bayezid! Why Bayezid!
Bayezid's banner waving in front of me.
That banner was the North's answer to the West.
The walls of Sturma, waving banners, said that we had been patient for a long time.
***
"As expected, it's a bit late," Peter frowned as he looked at the charred walls of Deirmar.
However, it wasn't too late, as the flag of Hainal still waved high atop the castle wall.
"You've held up well."
It was evident that it wasn't reasonable to take a detour with a large force of 3,000 soldiers.
But it was probably better than Joseph, who endured.
Peter smiled bitterly at the thought of his second son, who must have been fighting all this time.
"Son, take the lead."
"Yes, father."
Rutiger raised the spear he held by Peter's order.
Towards where the spear points so high.
There, the formation of Gaidar's army awaited with their backs wide open.
"No detours! My knights, show them what we've got!"
From Peter's black pupils, a deep anger began to slowly emerge.
Those who dare challenge me, insult my wife, and torment my son.
Peter's coldly forged anger transmitted through the Bayezid blood to Rutiger's heart.
"Who is Bayezid?"
Along with Peter's order, the knights' shouts began to sound.
Bayezid's cavalry begins to charge along the wide meadow.
Gaidar's army, which had finally seen them, quickly began to form a formation, but it was already too late to stop the cavalry that had already begun to charge.
"What's that!"
"Why are they behind us?"
"You can't avoid it!"
The front where hundreds of horses charge.
Behind them is a castle wall that has not yet been breached.
Rutiger, with his left eye closed, silently waved his spear with his finger.
"When they came in, you were alone."
A sound from the deep world began to spread through the tip of his spear.
Rutiger silently smiled, anticipating the destruction that would soon hang from the tip of his spear.
"But not when I'm gone."
Quaaaaang!
"Argh!"
Gaidar's soldiers were scattering like broken fragments.
Rutiger's world, which had divided the toughest dragons, ran fiercely towards the Western Eagle.
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