Seeing how easily the first few waves of their men were repulsed by Scorpyo's men, the Heeat officers lightly groaned with a pained heart.
These first few engagements clearly told them that taking the place without proper siege machinery would incur significant bodies.
However Lord Macht had made his decision clear- they were to take the camp today and now, regardless of their current loadout.
And having received the order, the Heeat officers had no choice but to obey, lest they be court martiale
Thus only thing they could do in the face of this ludicrous order was to try and reduce their casualties to the best of their abilities.
The first few attacks on the fort consisted of men being sent only in short bursts, each wave consisting of no more than forty to fifty in number.
The thought behind this was that rather than rashly commit to large scale deployment of the troops, it would be far better to first prob the enemy for weaknesses, and hopefully locate an overlooked point in their defenses.
This slow, low intensity, methodical approach was both a boon and bane for Scorpyo.
A boon because they were able to use their good position to repel the handful of attackers with relative ease, proving the futility of the attack.
But also a bane because such a tactic ate up their already tenuous supply of arrows at an even more horrendous rate. The smaller number of the attacking men meant they could be spread out even wilder, and since the defending legionaries had to try and hit moving targets, many missed despite being good shots.
It even reached the point that after a few such waves of missed attacks, the legionaries stopped firing arrows altogether, and resorted to stones and some in their desperation even metal pots and pans, all to try and conserve as much ammo as possible in anticipation for the 'main push' that was sure to come.
While the usage of such improvised weapons definitely cheered the attacking Heeat officers' hearts, for they quickly determined that the defense of this camp, as impressive as it was, only ran skin deep.
"That's it! Keep attacking! These poor sods are not that well supplied! They are soon gonna break!"
And since they could sense it, Lord Macht certainly could too. So he quickly shouted out this order, his voice suddenly sounding much more energetic than usual.
The revelation of this great chance was enough to even break this stoic character's facade.
Just like before, the officers were quick and eager to follow their commander.
So the next time, instead of meeting the usual paltry scattered force, the legionaries were met with a full fledged charge with proper armored formations!
"Aghhhhhhh!"
"With me brothers! With me!"
"Let's knock this bastard of a wall down! Ughhhhh!"
"We are gonna slaughter every last one of you scums once we get there! You hear us fucking cowards! Just you wait!"
*Shoo*, *Shoo*, *Shoo*
However, despite the bravado on display before their attack, when they truly launched it, the Heeat soldiers quickly found their attack to be easily repulsed, to the point the whole thing appeared almost like a nail hitting a solid slab of steel- the tip being brutally and almost instantly blunted.
"Slowly abandon the camp and meet up with my men. We will defeat the enemy in open combat!"
"Wha.. what?"
The bold order naturally produced a bout of incredulation in Scorpyo, who turned to look at the messenger with shocked eyes. Some part of him even wondered whether the man before him was actually a turncoat and the letter had been actually forged.
According to Scorpyo, the best course of action would have been of course to use the camp walls to stall the enemy, either until they became tired and gave up, or it the worst case scenario, until darkness set in, whereupon, they would be forced to seek the safety of their camp lest they wanted to spend the cold, wintery night under the open sky with no food, water or shelter.
With the thousand men that Remus had, Scorpyo thought this was the easiest and safest way to defend the island.
He was confident Lord Macht would not be able to break the camp with fifteen hundred men actively defending it.
Thus unwilling to obey Remus's risky order, the elder man sent the scout back, hoping to make the young man see it his way.
But Remus was insistent, sending back the same orders, now with the reminder cum subtle threat,
"Commader Scorpyo, the ruler of Zanzan, your lord and mine, put me in charge of the army, not you. You are oathsworn to follow me!"
And the argument ended with that.
Although Scorpyo wanted to tear that small letter and then go strangle Remus with his bare two hands after receiving it, but true to him being a military men, he at last chose to abide by his swear over his willfulness.
Since Remus had decided to pull this ultimate trump card, Scorpyo would obey despite his own judgment.
And if the man could pull a victory despite the greatly stacked odds, he would heartily congratulate him.
'However if you fail brat, then I will personally teach you why flowers are dyed red.' Scorpyo then also swore to himself, setting his heart to heavily punish Remus if he found that he was doing all this for glory and just wanted to show off.
It was with these thoughts that Scorpyo finally gave the order to evacuate the camp, having the men resting inside the camp act as the rear guard while those on the wall tops slowly retreated.
Given the sturdiness of the walls and the scant number of attackers, this proved a relatively easy manuver, and thus soon the entire camp was abandoned, and the five hundred men as well as the two hundred servants quickly joined Remus's formation.
And the Heeat officers cheered seeing this.
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