Chapter 313: Building a Fortress

The veteran was right. The defeat at the front was inevitable.

Since that day, the recruits could see a large number of wounded soldiers on the road leading to the front, which formed a sharp contrast with the well-prepared soldiers in the camp.

There were not enough carriages for transportation. A large number of wounded soldiers dragged their tired bodies along the road from the front to their camp, which was closest to the front.

They all had the same burns and scabs as the veterans. They used torn pieces of cloth as bandages to wrap the wounds and limped back to the camp with each other.

There was also almost the same numbness as the veterans, and the numbness of war was engraved on their faces.

They looked at the soldiers heading to the front as if they were looking at a group of future dead.

Most of the wounded soldiers had no weapons. Some of them carried special longbows on their backs, but there were no arrows in their quivers.

The recruits noticed that among the soldiers who had recently gone to the front, the number of soldiers using long-range weapons, bows and crossbows, had exceeded three-quarters of the total.

There are more war machines, heavy crossbows and catapults, all arriving at the front line with the soldiers.

In other words, is the rune sword assigned to him really useless?

The wounded soldiers only show a trace of expression that he can't see when they see those knights with high spirits, knights and squires and flying flags... The recruits can probably guess that they are gloating.

They are coldly happy to see the death of these knights, and they can't bring up a trace of pity.

The quartermaster quarrels with the lords in the camp, the wizard in gorgeous robes quarrels with the knights, and the wounded occasionally quarrel with the quartermaster, begging for more food.

The recruits know that a new lord has arrived at the camp with his servants. They bring the militia they recruited in the castle and simple weapons to prepare to go to the front line.

They are shirking responsibility and arguing about whose team should go to the front line.

The recruits looked at the knights who were surrounded by the brilliant light of runes and could easily swing attacks to cut down trees. They couldn't understand how to fight to defeat these knights.

The veteran said to him.

"Those who are not afraid of death are dead, and virtue can't buy a life."

Three days later, the quartermaster gave everyone shovels and asked them to dig various tunnels and traps on the spot and build a mud wall with wood and mud in front of the camp. Use the cut wood to build a tower that can install war equipment.

There are no more troops to the front line, only wounded soldiers pouring into the camp from the front line.

The recruits heard the quartermaster complain countless times that the camp's supplies could no longer supply so many people, and some of the wounded had to be sent back.

But the quartermaster who came from the rear explained to him helplessly that they had done their best to deliver supplies on time, and camps like theirs full of wounded soldiers were all over the defense line.

The influx of wounded soldiers destroyed the already fragile order of the city... What's more, the owners of those castles were unwilling to provide them with housing.

Another week passed, and the earth-brown defense line had been built, with a large number of chevaux de frise and wooden fences deployed in rows. The veterans never looked into the distance again, and the line of green leaves had swept across their camp and extended to the rear.

Today, the number of wounded soldiers was the largest. He could still see a group of servants holding a bare flagpole and carrying a corpse on a simple wooden stretcher. The original flag on the flagpole was covered on the stretcher corpse.

This was the first time that the recruits saw the bodies of knights being carried back from the front line. He had never seen the bodies of knights before, and thought they were not dead.

The recruits heard a horn in the distance, and the long horizontal line of the army advanced along the horizon. The enemy wore uniform yellow uniforms. In the center of the deployed line of soldiers, a series of gorgeous golden and white flags were erected, and the flags swayed in the autumn wind.

At first, the recruits suspected that the flags were mounted on the vehicles, but they found that the flags were held in the hands of some green monsters as tall as their houses, wearing iron-gray armor. Behind each of these green monsters, there was a tree that was equally tall and swaying.

Looking beyond these trees, at the end of the line were chariots with purple crystals protruding from them. The large crystals were particularly conspicuous in the sun.

The people who made up the line were humans like them. They held weapons like lances in their hands, but there were no shining spearheads hanging down. I don’t know what they were used for.

Just watching from a distance, the recruits had already extinguished the idea of ​​fighting against them.

He imagined that he was a knight, holding up his lance and rushing into the enemy’s formation... like a snowflake falling into a frying pan, disappearing in the ocean of enemies in the blink of an eye.

The wave of wounded soldiers has ended, and the enemy has really advanced to the front of their camp.

“They shouldn’t launch an attack today...”

The veteran looked at the enemy who had stopped in the distance and did not move, and then looked up at the sun that was beginning to sink in the sky.

The sunlight scattered and folded in the clouds, creating a magnificent sunset.

For some reason, these enemies were afraid of the night. As long as the night was about to fall, they would stop their attack and rest on the spot.

So many wounded soldiers survived in this way.

He patted the shoulder of the recruit with his remaining arm.

"Hurry up and dig."

A horn sounded in the distance, and the old soldier raised his head in astonishment and looked at the enemy group approaching from a distance.

The golden and white flags fluttered as they approached the camp filled with wounded soldiers and reserve troops. The yellow-clad soldiers who formed the front raised their blunt spears.

They arrogantly believed that the camp in front of them could not stop them.

Even though night was approaching.