Belief In The Kingdom of God

"Damn it!"

Beneath a wide city wall, each soldier was covered in blood, frantically rushing forward to take down the fortified city erected in front.

In the distance, there is a huge military camp, in which there are several very tall high platforms, on which people are watching the battle.

Barritt looked at the stalemate in front of the battle, his face a little ugly: "Three months, just a small city, actually blocked my fifty thousand troops for so long?"

Seeing him like this, some of the officers and nobles standing around him also sighed slightly, expressing shock at the current situation.

Originally, the Principality of Yingdeli was founded hundreds of years ago, and it was originally one of the most powerful powers in the Northern Territory. After the contemporary King Barrett succeeded to the throne, he was invincible, pacifying the other old principalities that he had previously contended with, and almost swept the entire Northern Territory.

This time on the expedition, there was both pressure from Wang Ting and the idea of ​​getting it done once and for all. He wanted to calm the entire Northern Territory in one fell swoop, and then went south at this moment when Wang Ting could not move his hands and feet. As a result, almost 50,000 troops have been dispatched, and the prestige is amazing. There was no force that could stop it before. It had to be surprising that it was blocked by the enemy.

Thinking of this in their hearts, they felt a little admiration in their hearts, and at the same time they looked particularly serious and felt pressure.

A nobleman stepped forward and looked at Barrett, who had a gloomy face in front of him, and said, "Your Majesty, just received a message from the rear that our slave soldiers are running out, and food is also beginning to be in short supply."

Suddenly, Barritt was slightly taken aback: "Is it all dead?"

He raised his head and looked forward, looking at the corpses and blood stains on the ground, his face could not see the sadness and joy, and said: "How many people have we lost these days?"

Seeing him say this, everyone below looked at each other, and they were afraid to answer.

Seeing this scene, the nobleman who walked out before sighed slightly, knowing that these people did not dare to come forward, and were in trouble when the king was in a bad mood.

You know, Barrett's temper was not very good, and it can even be said to be cruel and tyrannical. And because of the recent defeat in the siege, Barrett has been in a bad mood. Some time ago, he even hacked to death a concubine he had liked very much, just because the other party accidentally broke a wine glass.

Under such circumstances, these people naturally dare not come forward, so as not to incur a murderous disaster for themselves.

He bit his scalp and walked up, staring at Barrett's gloomy eyes, and said: "In terms of war slaves, because our offensives were too fierce before, and the opponent's crossbows were so powerful, at this time, he had almost lost seven of them. There are only a few thousand people left."

"The knights were also severely damaged. Three thousand were killed in battle, and the other minor injuries were healed. Seven to eight thousand people were almost all affected by the opponent's crossbow and magical arts."

Hearing him say this, Barritt frowned, but his sullen and tyrannical eyes suddenly calmed down, appearing very silent.

After a long time, he raised his head again: "In other words, we have almost died and seriously injured nearly 10,000 people now, and there are tens of thousands of other minor injuries?"

"Yes!" A voice came from the other side, and silently responded to him.

The scene seemed a little silent for a while, and after a while, another burly man with scars on his face appeared in armor and said, "Your Majesty, why should you worry about it?"

"The strength of the Principality of Ya Dixu was originally not as good as ours, not to mention that the number of troops at this time was only less than half of ours. Although it is guarded by the city wall, it should not be able to sustain it until now!"

"After all, we still have tens of thousands of slave soldiers to consume, but the opponent can only use soldiers to defend the city wall. Up to now, it can last three months. It is already very remarkable. It must have exhausted most of the strength. ."

Hearing this, Barry agreed with his head.

After all, this is a common sense. In the case of one's own number and strength occupying a great advantage, it is still very difficult. If some can't support it, let alone the other party, it must be even more difficult. Break through.

He raised his head and looked forward, observing the battlefield where he was still fighting.

"Sure enough, the power of resistance has weakened a lot!"

Silently in his heart.

I saw that on the wall at this moment, the originally solid and stable line of defense began to slowly fluctuate, and from time to time, soldiers rushed onto the wall. Although it was still well defended, it was greatly weakened compared to three months ago.

"Give an order, let the rear draw a part of the slave soldiers and knights, and issue a recruitment order at the same time, so that the lords will send troops again to reinforce, be sure to maintain the offensive."

"At the same time, order the small city-states that are affiliated with us, order them to send in food, and if they are responsible, they will be slaughtered!"

He squeezed his fist fiercely, and in his body, a little bit of terrible grudge was brewing, and it seemed to burst out: "This month, you must break through Cecil City!"

With him like this, the figure below suddenly looked solemn, and he should claim to be.

But in this, there are also some worried voices.

"But your Royal Highness, those affiliated city-states are responding to our call at the moment, and they have already mobilized the army from the country to attack the Principality of Adisy. If they are forced to send food in this way, will they make them complain?"

One said hesitantly.

After all, the food needed by the tens of thousands of troops is not a small amount. These small city-states originally responded to the dispatch of troops because of the majesty of the Principality of England, and they were almost bleeding with their own national power. , It is likely that some accidents will happen.

However, Barrett smiled contemptuously at this: "A group of trash that can't even break through the defenses of the castle with few troops stationed, even if they are dissatisfied?"

"As long as our army is still there, they can only lie on their stomachs no matter how dissatisfied they are, and ignore it."

He looked at the people in front of him with a cold expression on his face: "The most important thing now is this battle. As long as we win and capture Cecil City, there will be no more in this vast northern region. Any enemy that can contend with us!"

"Beauty, wealth, land, all can be plundered from the enemy. By that time, those small city-states can only kneel down under our feet, and dare not make a sound."

When he said this, he had the slightest tyrannical, terrifying temperament, and an aura that was shocking.

Seeing Barrett's appearance, the hearts of everyone present felt right, knowing that they could no longer violate it at this time.

As a result, the audience was silent for a while.