Chapter 109 City Break

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Miller feels like a dream come true these days. First, struggling to make ends meet, he joined the militia. Later, when he was delivering supplies to the city head, he was inexplicably pulled over to guard the city gate.

Miller, the sharpest weapon he had ever held before, was a scissor, and now he was a member of the garrison with a long spear and a sword on his waist.

Wearing Charlo's standard armor, Miller stroked the sword at his waist with one hand and walked on the west side of Otis City, scolding and urging the militiamen who came and went to deliver supplies.

Yes, Miller has taken off. A few days ago, he didn't know who the armor of the dead was, but in Charlo, the soldiers with armor were at least at the level of the squad leader, and there were dead people all the time in the city, who still remembers before There is no Miller this person.

The squadron leader of the three arrow stacks on the north side of the West City Gate encouraged Miller by patting it on the shoulder just now. The area guarded by Miller and other Charlois soldiers was fiercely resisted in the last attack of the Faustins. The Faustain soldiers under the city were not even close to the city wall and were repelled.

Finally, when the squadron leader came to inspect, he found that Miller in armor turned out to be the person with the highest rank in this place.

"Work hard! I'll give you a vacation tonight!" Miller's immediate boss said admiringly.

"Yes!" Miller said firmly, pretending to be dedicated to his country. This made his squadron leader even more happy, and after a burst of hearty laughter, the squadron leader went to inspect other places.

Walking around the corner, the squadron restrained the smile on his face, showing a puzzled expression on his face, "Why don't I remember that I have this number under my command, is it a newcomer?" The squadron leader shook his head, these two Tian added that there are too many people in their squadron, even the squad leader has several, and he can't remember everyone's name, let alone the face. It can only be judged by the armor and the military uniform worn.

Miller finally let go after the squadron leader who watched them leave.

What kind of squad leader is he? Miller, who is completely a pig's nose and can't even do standard slashes and straight thrusts. These days, the battle is to hide his head under the arrow stacks, or take his pole. The spear stabbed randomly under the city wall, and I don't know if it stabbed some hapless Faustin soldier.

This is Miller's own view, other soldiers are different. Dare to stand at the top of the city and fight against the Faustin soldiers lying on the ladder, Miller became famous among the soldiers of Charlot. Most of the soldiers in this piece were the same as Miller, who were forcibly dragged to the front of the city to defend the city, and many were not as bold as Miller.

As for hiding in arrow stacks. . . The layer of skin that Miller wears is also at the level of the squad leader. Normally, shouldn't the squad leader be commanding the battle in the arrow stack?

This is the view of many soldiers. This strange view has made Miller a big name among these soldiers these days? At least Miller doesn't have to worry now, others will poke him.

After nearly a week of continuous fighting and a pure Wangdu accent, no soldier would doubt the authenticity of Miller's position.

Whistling, Miller walked towards the inside of the city wall with a sawdust in his mouth. In the evening, it is time for lunch.

This week's meal was the most luxurious meal Miller had ever eaten in his life. Wheat cakes are enough, and a squad leader like him also has a bowl of fragrant broth.

Miller went home two days ago, and his wife was surprised by the change. This greatly satisfied Miller's vanity.

Seeing his two children gobble up the food he brought back, Miller couldn't help feeling overwhelmed. Just a week ago, their family of three still needed relief food to survive.

"Ford, wrap two pieces of meat for me!" Miller shouted to a cook who was distributing food to the soldiers.

"Okay!" Ford replied.

Miller, as the squad leader, has a bowl of broth for every meal, but he doesn't want it. Instead, let the logistics people replace him with meat. His two children are growing up. The little guy has not eaten meat a few times when he grows up. As a father, Miller needs to do something for the two children.

Ford wrapped two pieces of meat, which together were not the size of a palm, and gave me Miller, along with two wheat biscuits.

Miller put away the meat, grabbed the oatmeal in one hand, and went to the city again.

The holiday the squadron commander gave him was in the evening, and although it was close to evening, he still needed to stick to his post.

Lying beside the lookout in the arrow stack, Miller stared at the movements of the Faustains in the distance while dealing with the food in his hands. Two wheat biscuits were just right for his weak physique.

Miller, who inexplicably became the team captain, is not idle all day long. Miller, who has been a tavern clerk in Odis City for more than 20 years, has a pair of good eyesight. He can quickly detect the offensive movements of Faustain soldiers in the distance.

This ability allowed him to avoid waves of threats in these days of battles.

"Boss! What's the matter?" a tall, round-faced man asked Miller.

This guy is one of Miller's soldiers, and he is also a new recruit who has been dragged to the top of the city in the past two days. His northern dialect is extremely serious.

Only in a tavern with many people, Miller, who has been in for so many years, can generally hear clearly what this big man said. That's why the big man has the best relationship with Miller these days.

"It's okay! Aoun." Miller replied with a loud voice. This big man named Aoun didn't know if the altitude was too high, and his ears were leeward, and he always needed a loud voice from others to hear.

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Bing didn't like to deal with this big man, except for his self-abasement height, it was too hard to talk to him. You talk to him for a long time, and he not only doesn't hear anything clearly, but you don't even know what he's talking about. The end result is that you will feel like a fool.

"Oh!" Aoun touched his head, walked over, and sat down on the haystack next to Miller.

Miller bit the oatmeal and saw the big man sitting there with his head down without saying a word, and asked curiously, "Have you eaten dinner?"

Aoun opened his mouth and didn't answer Miller's question. He kept his head down and grabbed the hay on the haystack.

Miller understood at a glance, without saying much, he took out another piece of wheat cake in his arms and placed it in his hand, got up and walked out. Not long after, Miller walked into the arrow stack with another piece of wheat cake.

"Eat it! Why don't you eat it?" Miller looked at Aoun holding the piece of wheat cake he gave him, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Aoun looked grateful, and then devoured it. Aoun, who is not short, can only eat two or three bites of such a piece of wheat cake.

Seeing that Aoun started to eat, Miller came over and sat down against the arrow stack again, biting the piece of wheat cake he had not finished eating, and said, "You guy, Bai Chang is so tall, just you Physique, can you still be bullied by others?"

Aoun didn't answer, wondering if he didn't hear Miller.

Miller didn't say much after seeing the reincarnation of the starving ghost. Aoun is also a wonderful person under his command. He is obviously strong and tall, but his personality is a soft persimmon, and anyone can beat him by three points. The food that belonged to him was probably deducted again.

Miller, who has been a clerk in the tavern for so many years, has never seen anyone, but Aoun, who is the first time he has seen him. That's why Miller took care of this silly guy.

After eating the oatmeal in his hand, Miller put away the other oatmeal and the two pieces of meat, which are going to be eaten for his wife and children tonight.

Grabbing the spear by the arrow stack, Miller yawned, leaned against the lookout, and dozed off. From the middle of last night to the present, he has not looked at each other, and his body has already reached its limit.

I don't know how long I lay there. Miller was woken up by a shake. In his sleepy eyes, Miller saw Aoun's anxious face and his hasty movements of looking out.

"What's the matter?" Don't disturb Miller, who was sleeping. He was in a very bad mood. He felt that he had just been squinting for a while before being woken up.

Following the direction of Aoun's view, Miller looked out through the watchtower, and outside the city where it was almost pitch-dark, countless red torches were lit. Like many stars, like meteorites, more like countless ghosts of souls. At this moment, Miller's dazed mind instantly sobered up.

"Quick! Get up!" Miller anxiously grabbed Aoun's tall body and rushed out of the arrow stack.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Without Miller's reminder, the scouts on the other arrow towers also found countless Forstan soldiers approaching outside the city.

Dragging Aoun to the guarded area of ​​his team, Miller murmured in disbelief, "No way, why are there so many people."

Two thousand yards away from the Faustain headquarters, Prince Kensel and the Marquis of Mammon were sitting in front of a flame curtain, carefully staring at the curtain.

It can be seen that the flame curtain is the real scene of the east gate of Otis City, and there are two other people besides Prince Kensel and the Marquis of Mammon.

One of them held a crystal ball and pointed directly at the flame curtain, which seemed to be a magician supporting the flame curtain. The other, together with Prince Kensel and the Marquis of Mammon, were watching the battle on the front line together.

"Thanks to Uncle Xia for your timely arrival this time," Prince Kensell said to the newly-appeared middle-aged man.

"Prince, you are serious, this is what your servants should do." The Marquis of West Asia's family is a loyal royalist. They only obey the orders of King Faustin and his heirs. To compliment Prince Kensell, the Marquis of West Asia does not dare to be proud. .

"Tonight, with the strong attack of the three major armies of the Xiongfeng Army, I don't believe that the defense of Otis City can't be torn apart!" Prince Kensel was victorious.

"Well, the soldiers of the Xiongfeng Legion have been in a low state since the death of Marquis Wood, but they have not yet suffered a defeat. As the saying goes, the underdog will win, and the Xiongfeng Legion is the main force in the siege of the city." The Marquis of Mamen is rare The touts a majestic army.

"We will win this battle!" said Prince Kensell, smashing the table with his fists.

Tonight, the city of Otis was on fire, and the screams of killing did not stop until the next morning.

On January 9, 13674, Omor's calendar, the Faustain Kingdom, located in the south-central part of the mainland, launched a full-scale attack on the capital city of Odis, the capital of neighboring Charlo. A total of 140,000 Faustain soldiers broke through the east and west gates of Odis City overnight, and the remaining Charlo defenders and members of the noble royal family were completely wiped out the next day after standing in the city overnight.

The five-year war between the two countries ended with the fall of the Charlo Kingdom. . . . . .

This event, recorded in the chronicles of the Omor Empire, is, of course, unknown at this moment.

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