Chapter 522, Winning the City on a Winter Night

"What should we do next?" After cleaning the battlefield, Ryan, Fedmond, and Jerrod gathered together, and Fedmond let out a sigh of relief: "Earl Occasion and his servants must die. No one escaped, or captured with nothing, and as long as the army has crossed the Graysmore River, there will be no problem in taking the Spire Palace with the dwarven artillery."

"There is definitely no problem in capturing the Spire Palace, the crux of the problem is that we must defend it." Gerald immediately raised the opposite opinion, and the paladin shook his head repeatedly: "No, this time the siege cannot rely on dwarf artillery. "

"Jerrod is right. We can't rely on dwarven artillery to attack the Spire Palace this time." Ryan nodded, and he took two steps. Mogiana's magical effect was fading, and the muddy swamp began to cause trouble for the knights: "If we really want to blow up the Spire Palace into ruins, then we won't be able to hold the castle until Musilon's reinforcements arrive."

Speaking of this, Fedmond also had to nod in agreement.

The army assembled this time is really not a lot, because Ryan launched an attack in advance, so the agricultural population cannot be moved casually, which is very easy to affect the spring plowing. The principalities participating in this war only sent part of the standing army, and there is Full-time knights and knight retinues, the total number of the entire army is only 6,000.

Mu Xilong's undead don't need much production, and the city of Ryan conservatively estimates that it can pull out an army of 20,000 undead.

In this case, strong artillery is very important. Vampires are seriously lacking in long-range weapons. Facing the heavy artillery of dwarves, they can only be beaten passively.

"We want to capture the castle again, and we can't use artillery. Even if Earl Occasion and his entourage have been wiped out by us, I think we still need some special methods." Under the teaching of Ryan, Fedmond gradually became Knowing the plan, he said to Ryan: "Your Excellency Ryan, we can't attack by force, then..."

"We need this." Ryan took out a ring.

This ring was taken by Ryan from Occasion's body, on which is the Occasion family coat of arms: "The plan to quickly capture the Spire Palace is here, but this time we may need to wrong our dwarves friend."

"It doesn't matter, we just need to toast our dwarf friends with a glass of wine afterwards." Sir Gerald put the knight's sword back into the scabbard, and the paladin said with a smile: "There are still enough gifts, these dwarf friends Most of them don’t count.”

The knights in Brittania knew very little about dwarves at first, but fortunately Ryan was here to help them. Now most of the knights in the south of Brittania already have experience dealing with dwarves. They are stubborn and small-minded towards these people. Guys who love to hold grudges also have a lot of ways to deal with it.

"It's not too late,

We will immediately escort the captives to join His Royal Highness Morgiana! Ryan didn't say anything, he immediately ordered: "Quick!" "

"yes!"

………… I am the dividing line between loving and holding grudges………

In February, the weather was cold and the cold wind was raging everywhere, especially after an inexplicable large-scale sleet and hail in the morning washed the whole castle, the formerly prosperous castle seemed to be ransacked and lost. got angry.

The Spire Palace is not a particularly large castle, and its defenses are not particularly strong, but there are many troops stationed here, and because all the surrounding areas of the Spire Palace are fertile swamps, the enemies who want to attack here must endure a very slow attack. Propulsion speed and a lot of inconvenience from the swamp.

Matthew Bard, the Duke of Musillon, knew the importance of the Spire Palace. He sent many troops of the living to protect it, and asked them to obey the orders of Earl Occasion.

At the gate of the city, a guard officer was inspecting the defense. The guard officer was wearing a set of chain mail and a breastplate on his chest. He was dressed very tightly. Besides this standard standard equipment, the guard officer He also put on a warm animal skin cloak outside.

Even so, he was shaking with the cold.

"Sir, this damn weather, it was raining, snowing, and hail just now, and now the sun is out again." A guard said to the guard chief. Like the inhabitants of Mousillon, his face also appeared malnourished.

But this is already a good life among the residents of Mousilon.

"The devil knows what's going on with the weather!" The chief guard was roasting a fire in the city gate. A bowl of thick frog broth was cooking on the fire, and some mushrooms and wild vegetables were added to it. For the residents of Mu Xilong It is already supremely delicious.

Because there are many swamps in Musillon, people here have also learned how to obtain the necessary materials for survival from the swamps. People here have learned to pick various fungi and wild vegetables to eat, and the meat is based on frogs, snails and birds. host.

Therefore, Musilon has a unique occupation here, that is, swampmen. They are professional snail catchers and frog hunters. They enjoy a certain status protected by the lord in Musillon. Women who marry these swampmen are called The baby wives, the baby wives are responsible for cleaning the snails and frogs, and most of them carry small baskets on their backs to collect herbs by the way.

"Ah! It's so cold! When will we be able to wait for the shift!" The guards complained privately about the weather, and the smell of frog broth coming from the city gate made the two serf guards unsteady. Stand up straight on the spear.

"You stand still for me!" The chief guard yelled impatiently: "Now is the most tense time. Those knights from the south will come over at any time, so there must be no time to relax!"

"Yes! Sir!" The guards groaned inwardly, and they had no choice but to answer loudly, otherwise they would be punished.

After a while passed like this, the chief guard finished eating the delicious frog broth. He said strangely: "There is indeed something wrong today. First, the weather is changing. Originally, at this time, the sentries and scouts by the river should send back There is news, but we have not received any news yet.”

"It's been a long time since your Excellency the Earl went out for winter hunting?" the guard asked along the way.

"Winter hunting? What do you despicable guys know? This kind of winter hunting is normal for two or three days." The chief guard looked contemptuous, and he said directly: "Don't use your ignorant speculation to speculate on the actions of the Earl. , don’t you want to live anymore?”

The guards stopped talking.

About twenty minutes later, a caravan came from the road towards the Spire Palace, attracting the attention of the guards.

The scale of this caravan is very large, there are more than 20 carriages and more than 40 people. The carriages are full of various grains and barrels of wine. The wheels have pressed deep ruts on the ground. A human trader in , wears fine linen clothing over a bearskin coat.

The guards immediately surrounded the caravan: "Stop! Please show the clearance documents!"

"I am the caravan of the Estalia Merchant Alliance that has signed a trade contract with Earl Occasion." The human merchant took out a business contract and customs clearance document, with Earl Occasion's seal printed on it: "According to the Contract, we have shipped the food over."

"En." The chief guard took the document and looked at it carefully.

There is no problem. Earl Occasion did import food from Estalia's merchant alliance. Everyone in the Spire Palace knew this, and the chief guard also knew that the Earl himself was stockpiling grain recently, so he was ready to guard the Spire Palace. Prepare.

But this time is wrong! The chief guard thought it was too coincidental for this group of businessmen to come, right? How come they arrived as soon as the count was out hunting?

Thinking of this, the chief guard still refused to let the caravan pass, and he signaled the guards to rush up: "Wait! Is the food in your car really food?"

"Grain, vegetables, meat, and wine." The human merchant shrugged: "If you don't believe me, just check."

"Go!" The chief guard was waiting for these words. With a wave of his hand, the guards swarmed up and began to check all the carriages of the entire caravan. The guards lifted the oilcloth, opened the bags, and carefully inspected the contents of the carriages.

Fifteen minutes later, the guards reported to the officer.

"That's right, sir, the carriage is full of food, vegetables and meat!"

"Are you sure?"

"We are sure!" Dozens of guards said: "The carriage is really full of food."

Only then did the guard chief nod his head. He thought to himself that the count really wanted to buy a large amount of grain. Since it was all grain, there was no problem.

He set his sights on the last few carriages. There were many wine barrels on the last few carriages. These wine barrels were so big that they were almost as tall as a person: "What about this one?"

"This is ale, sir." The human merchant said calmly, "The Earl asked us to send some more ale."

Is there any ale in the trade contract? The chief guard walked to the front of the wine barrel and opened the lid, and immediately there was a smell of wheat and beer, which was very fragrant.

"Sir... maybe there is something wrong with the ale? Can we do it?" The guards couldn't stand the smell of the ale, and they all salivated and said to the guard chief: "We have to try to see if it's true. Barley!"

"Idiot! What time is it and you're still thinking about ale all day long!" The chief guard blushed with anger, and he loudly ordered his subordinates to get out of the way, so that these guards who wanted to steal the drink should get away, and he sniffed carefully He dipped his finger in some wine and tasted it. After confirming that there was no problem, he ordered to let him go: "Okay, you can pass, but you must put down your weapons before entering the city. After you put away your things and settle the money, you must leave immediately! Stay in the castle immediately!"

"I know, do you think we are willing to stay in this place?" The human businessman was also tired of the entangled guards of the Spire Palace, and he complained: "If your count is not willing to pay a lot of money to buy it, who would want to come to Mu? What the hell is Shiron? Do you think I look like a ****?"

The caravan finally got permission, and more than 20 carriages entered the castle under the supervision of a large group of guards.

The reputable merchants did not break their promises. They did as promised. After delivering the goods and receiving several bags of coins, they immediately left with their men. The caravan only entered the castle for 30 minutes before leaving the castle.

Before leaving, the chief guard counted the number of people one by one. There were 53 caravans entering the castle, and 53 people leaving. They were under the surveillance of the large group of guards throughout the process.

Before the human merchant left, the chief guard came up to apologize: "I'm sorry, Estalian, it's not that we deliberately made things difficult for you, but the situation is tense recently, the southerners may attack at any time, and the count himself is not here... ..."

"I understand, as long as the money is in place, everything is easy to talk about..." The human businessman didn't care, and the caravan left.

After going back and forth, the sky gradually entered dusk, and the guard officer cautiously ordered the guards of the castle not to relax their vigilance at any time, and he returned to the tower to rest.

The Spire Palace at night gradually entered a quiet atmosphere. The winter night was extremely cold. Except for a few guards with torches who continued to patrol, most people fell asleep.

At midnight, in the warehouse of the Spire Palace, there was a strange movement from the warehouse where a large amount of grain and various vegetables and meat were placed.

There was movement in those huge wine barrels.

The lower part of the wine barrel was opened, and a thick arm stretched out from the barrel. The king of Eight Peaks Mountain, Belega, the king of the Angrund clan, let out a sigh of relief, and he turned on the switch of the wine barrel: "Huh ~ good! Now, lads, it's time, time to work!"

"Oh oh oh!" Dozens of large wine barrels were all opened, and a large group of dwarves came out of them. Most of them wore a simple armor and held a one-handed ax or a one-handed hammer. They heard the king's order. , these dwarves came out of the wine barrel, and they muttered: "Damn, how could Earl Lane let the noble dwarves do this!"

"That's right, I'm going to be transported into the castle in a wine barrel. This is disrespectful to the dwarves!"

"It's crowded and there is no ventilation!"

"And you can't wear heavy armor!"

The dwarves complained to each other, shouting their own grievances.

They were Angrond's sworn guards, Belgar's guards.

These large wine barrels are interlayered, and the dwarves hid in the interlayer of the wine barrels and were secretly transported into the castle. These large wine barrels contained ale on the outside, but dwarves inside, and because of this, these wines The bucket appears to be particularly large.

"Okay guys, Brother Lane promises two barrels of malt wine and five catties of pork per person." Bellegar stroked his beard, and the King of Eight Peaks Mountain raised his Angrund Hammer: "And promised to support us all the way." A lot of money to expand the winery!"

The dwarves were silent.

"No way, Brother Ryan really needs the help of the dwarves, let's give him some face!"

"For the sake of beer and good meat, let's help him this time!"

"It won't work without the help of the dwarves. Brother Ryan is also forced to do so! We understand, we understand."

The dwarves' generosity was expressed by Angrond's sworn bodyguards, who were ready to act.

"Halhaver, you take people to set fire to the barracks, throwing the whole castle into chaos, Slud, take people with me, let us open the city gate and let Brother Ryan's army come in." Bellegar gestured. The guards of Grand Oath gathered together, and Bellegar, who was good at attacking the city, ordered the guards of the oath to divide into two teams. One team went to attack the barracks and set fire to it, so that the guards had no time to react. He himself led people to directly attack the city gate guards. .

"yes!"

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