Chapter 122 Siege In the Principality of Rackman, the city of was once the fiefdom of the legendary General Turner Rackman. This city is also known as the "City of Magnificent Winds" and has a population of more than 10,000. As a major military town guarding the North Wind Castle in the north of the Principality, Tro City has been resisting invasions from the north for many years. The people here are tenacious and brave, in other words, they are "full of martial virtues." Over the past hundreds of years, they have encountered invasions from frost giants, orcs, and even white dragons, but none of these have defeated them. These Skala people are like an iron nail, firmly rooted in the central and northern parts of Anzeta. However, now, the people in this city are in panic. The dark army of monsters has surrounded the city for seven days. Traffic has been cut off. Nothing, including water, people and food, can enter or leave Tro City. However, the shortage of supplies is not the most terrible thing - what is more terrible is the unrest in the hearts of the people caused by it. The Trojans, who had not faced war for decades, had become somewhat lax. They seemed to have forgotten the glory of their ancestors and were immersed in the peaceful and stable life that had lasted for several years. However, their enemies were the Burning Embers, who were full of morale and eyeing them covetously. Even many of the elite troops of the coalition forces came from the city of Troy. After that battle, the city was filled with wailing, which could be said to have broken the backbone of the city of Troy. The dragon riders roared through the sky, dropping countless letters of surrender under the horrified gazes of the residents. "They won't massacre the city, will they?"
"What should I do? Otherwise, just surrender." "Even the elite troops of the coalition were wiped out." "How can we defend against such an army?" Such whispers continued to appear in the city. However, the city defense forces in the city have imposed martial law, and the entire city is under strict military control. Anyone who dares to publicly express such remarks that may shake the morale of the army will be arrested by the city defense forces as a traitor. The tall city walls of Troy have gone through many vicissitudes and witnessed hundreds of years of glorious history. The city defenders stood at their respective posts, ready for battle, but they were unable to launch an attack because the monsters were too far away, even the city defenders' crossbows could not reach them. The current city lord, Count Dawson Villers, was standing on the city wall, looking down at the monsters surrounding the city with a serious expression. "Sir, we have captured another group of traitors." A city defense army captain reported hurriedly. Dawson's tone was firm: "Execute them all. Don't leave any room for these guys." The captain of the city defense army shuddered at first, then quickly replied, "Yes, sir!" “It’s like this again.” "Have they forgotten the glory of their ancestors?" Dawson clenched his fists and muttered to himself. He turned to look at the adjutant beside him and asked, "How long can the food and water in the city last?" The adjutant hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Three days, three days at most." "Some people have died of thirst in the city recently. Their relatives dragged their bodies to the square and cried, but were temporarily detained by our guards. But now the situation is almost out of control. More and more people are making trouble, and the army in the city is running out of manpower."
Dawson's face was covered with a thick layer of gloom. Was surrender really the only option? No, we must not surrender. This is for his honor, for the hundreds of years of struggle of the Tro people, and for the glory of their ancestors. Thinking of this, Earl Dawson's face turned grim. He said to his adjutant, "Go and gather the citizens. I have something to say to them." "Yes, my lord." Soon, urged and driven by the city defense forces, the hungry, thirsty and complaining people gathered under the city walls. "I am starving……" "Is the Earl going to provide relief?" "These lackeys of the city defense, my family members starved to death, and they even took the bodies away." "Let's finish it soon..." At this moment, a steady and powerful voice echoed on the city wall, and the residents, or refugees, all looked up. Earl Dawson had a stern look on his face, standing on the city wall and speaking loudly from a high position. "Citizens, Troy City is now at a critical juncture of life and death. This is the most critical moment in the past hundred years!" "But please do not be afraid, do not retreat. Our ancestors have lived here, in this magnificent city. Please look, this tall city wall has resisted countless terrible enemies, giants, orcs, and dragons, but no enemy can conquer us! And this time is no exception!" A refugee below mustered up the courage to ask: "What about food? Where is the water source?" "My Lord, with all due respect, our courage needs to have a material basis." Dawson's expression froze for a moment, but he still said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Courage and will are your sharpest spear and sword!" "No water or food?" "How could there not be any! Citizens, put on your armor and take up your weapons. They are outside the city, waiting for you to take them with your swords!" …… While Earl Dawson was giving a passionate speech, he had no idea that someone was secretly watching him in the suburbs hundreds of meters away. "Boss, does your mortar really work?" "Why do I think it's so inferior?" The battlefield wheelchair man pretended to calibrate it and said to the steel frenzy beside him. In front of him was a metal smoothbore cannon that was more than two meters long, but it did not have a gun mount. Instead, it was made using local materials. A tall and strong ogre sat on the ground and used his shoulders to serve as the gun mount. Iron Frenzy came forward and whispered, "It should still be usable. At least it won't explode. I used the budget for the gun carriage to build Gundam. But... can you really use this thing?" "Okay, then I'll give it a try." The wheelchair man in the battlefield looked at Earl Dawson who was speaking passionately on the city wall in the distance, and said excitedly: "Looking at his attire, he should be a big monster." "Big Head, move slightly to the left." The ogre leaned to the left impatiently.
"Much more, probably about the distance of a steak." The wheelchair man in the battlefield thought hard and tried to come up with a unit of measurement that the ogre could understand. "Wait, this is too much!" "Yes, that's about it." "Reloading ammunition—" The other ogre picked up the heavy shell and clumsily loaded the fuse, preparing it nearby. The wheelchair man tried to calibrate it for a long time, but couldn't find any clues. He just wanted to try his luck and shouted: "Prepare—release!" "boom!" The thunderous sound of artillery fire echoed across the wilderness. The shell drew a high arc in the air, but fell onto the moat in front of the city wall, and suddenly exploded to create a huge pit. Damn, what's going on? " Earl Dawson, who was giving a speech, suddenly felt the earth shaking. He staggered and could not stand steadily for a moment, and dirt splashed onto his luxurious armor. "Is it thunder?" "Is it possible that an enemy attack is coming?" "Run for your life—" The refugees were also in a panic. There was an uproar, and they crowded and clamored to leave. (End of this chapter)