Chapter 149： Anxious

The sun is rising as usual, and it is another rare good weather.

The blue sky has no variegated colors, it is as pure as a girl's innocent dream.

But looking at the scorched city wall of Silvermoon, Marquis Vincent's face was a little gloomy.

He didn't know what happened in Silvermoon City, but he could still guess from the renewed mental state of the defenders at the head of the city——

This battle is not easy to fight.

Just as his brows were frowning, a burst of cheers like a tsunami of mountains and tsunami suddenly erupted in Silvermoon City.

Before long, he saw a slender figure standing on the head of Silvermoon City.

She looked so fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow away.

But she appeared extra firm and persistent, as if nothing could break her spine.

That bright red figure, standing on the head of the city like this, instantly caused the entire Silver Moon City to boil.

Every time she waved her hand, it caused deafening cheers in the city.

"Is that the half-elf queen?" Marquis Vincent's tone was extremely complex.

Fear, envy, anger, and even possessiveness that cannot be concealed...

"Yes, Lord Marquis." Viscount Alston nodded, but his heart was full of doubts.

When did Queen Aisha have such a high prestige in Silvermoon City?

The Marquis of Vincent looked at the rising momentum of Silvermoon City, and felt that he could not wait any longer. The half-elf seemed to not surrender, and was about to follow the northern road to the dark.

So, he immediately gritted his teeth and said: "Pass our military order, siege the city!"

"Yes!"

Woo-

The harsh bugle interrupted Queen Aisha's show.

She frowned, pushed away the maid who was supporting her, pointed her finger to the direction outside the city, and said loudly: "My people, the enemy has raised the butcher knife, what should we do?"

"Fight to the end!"

"Fight to the end!"

...

At this time, the momentum in Silvermoon City had risen to the extreme, and even many half-elf soldiers could not wait to meet the Easterners in hand-to-hand combat and fight to the death.

This is something that would never happen to the half-elf once before.

Before the change, the city had already surrendered.

Today's half-elf army, although lack of training, may still be low in combat effectiveness, but their fighting will has never been so firm.

Amid the deafening shouts of killing, the tragic siege finally kicked off.

Soldiers gather like ants, and arrows like locusts.

The densely packed soldiers in the east, braved the rain of arrows, filled the trenches, rushed to the bottom of the city wall, set up the ladder, and then climbed up.

They were greeted by arrows, stones, and hot oil that kept falling.

The sad screams and painful shouts suddenly became the main voice of this battlefield.

The dazzling bright red that can't hide the constant flow is the main color of this battlefield.

The half-elves and the people of the East, under the joint efforts of the two sides, completely turned the upper city of Silvermoon City into a flesh-and-blood mill.

The city wall became mottled in such a fierce battle, the corpses of the city head accumulated, and the blood flowed down the battlement, mixing with the blood stained on the city wall.

Let the once beautiful and exquisite Silvermoon City become terrifying and infiltrating.

The soil under the city also became soft and muddy, stained with a faint dark red.

It was not until the setting sun went west that the Eastern Army stopped its offensive that lasted for a day.

Countless soldiers retreated like a tide, leaving behind a strangely shaped body.

These corpses surrounded Silvermoon City, as if **** reappeared in the world.

Immediately, blazing flames ignited both inside and outside the city. The two sides were burning the corpses and cleaning the battlefield.

The air was filled with a foul-smelly burnt smell, and it made me vomit.

After seeing the tenacity of the half-elf defenders on the first day, the Marquis of Vincent couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.

He couldn't understand at all, where was the half-elf who was weak and incompetent, and immediately surrendered when encountering the Emperor ** team?

Why overnight, it seemed to have completely changed a race.

What made him even more chilling was that from the Eastern soldiers who rushed to the head of the city and then withdrew, he learned that all the guards of the city were half-elves, and there were no humans.

Therefore, the black cavalry may not be in the city!

In fact, this did not exceed the expectations of the Marquis of Vincent.

If he were Colin, he would not use a precious cavalry to defend the city. Instead, he should be deployed outside the city and wait until the eastern army has failed to conquer the city.

It is also worrying about this black cavalry who don’t know where to hide. Even when the Marquis of Vincent was attacking the city, he felt like he was on his back. Guard against the rear.

At this time, the Marquis of Vincent had fallen into a dilemma.

The idea of ​​withdrawing troops came to his mind again, but in the end he rejected it.

He could not withdraw back to the east in such a dingy manner.

Otherwise, it will be difficult for him to wash away the shame of losing to the half-elf for the rest of his life.

With such a shame, how can he inherit the title of Duke of the East with peace of mind? How to make Eastern vassals willingly swear allegiance to him?

Most of the Pegasus Legion had been broken in his hands, and if he couldn't attack Silvermoon City, then he wouldn't even be able to pass his father's level.

You know, the Duke of St. Pros has many sons and daughters, especially the wise Evan who is so smart that his father is a little jealous.

Vincent is not the only candidate for the title of duke.

Therefore, the Marquis of Vincent can only grit his teeth and continue to attack the city.

At this time, he was like a gambler who had lost his eyes, knowing that if he continued, he would only bankrupt his family, but he would not be able to take it anymore.

At dawn the next day, amidst the rumble of snare drums, the siege war started again.

Primitive, bloody, brutal...

Human lives in such battles are simply cold numbers, and they won't attract the slightest pity and hesitation from the commander.

It is true that a large army cannot tolerate too much kindness, which is a symbol of weakness.

Once the enemy finds and makes use of it, that is the beginning of disaster.

At this time, the casualties of the half-elves were also extremely serious, but fortunately, Queen Aisha and Colin's previous operations successfully inspired their bloodliness, and a large number of recruits were immediately conscripted into the army and quickly replenished to the city.

Queen Aisha will visit the tower in person every once in a while.

Whenever her figure appeared, the half-elf soldiers on the front line would explode with astonishing fighting power.

However, compared with the half-elves, the Eastern Army is still a bit more elite.

On the third day, the southern city wall of Silvermoon City almost fell.

Fortunately, Colin saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly asked the Rego Knights and Telde Knights to lead the Anglia family army and the Saint Hield family army to help, and then drove the eastward soldiers who were coming up.

This time of frustration, the people of the East Territory also felt a trace of despair.

On the fourth day, the siege stopped temporarily.