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Chương 32: City Attack (2)

The citizens of Stonebrick City, plagued by a constant sense of danger, carried on with their daily routines as best they could.

Their faces were filled with weariness and hunger that gnawed at their bodies.

Chatting with their neighbors, they attempted to find something to do to forget the hunger that tortured them.

As the city guards gathered near the wall, nervousness spread through the air.

The citizens were curious as to why the guards were assembling near the wall, sensing that something was wrong.

Whispers of an impending attack circulated, further adding to their unease.

However, they still curiously looked on, their hunger-consumed bodies leaving them with little energy to spare for a feeling of panic.

To them, the possibility of facing death by a sword seemed more bearable than succumbing to the slow agony of starvation.

BANG!

Suddenly, a deafening sound reverberated through the streets.

The city gates crashed open, jolting the citizens from their numbed state.

Panic surged through their veins like a sudden shock as their survival instincts kicked in.

In a frenzy, people scattered, seeking shelter wherever they could find it.

Doors were slammed shut, windows were hastily barred, and the once-bustling streets turned eerily deserted within moments.

Within the confines of their homes, people held their breaths as their hearts continued to pound.

They listened intently to the chaotic sounds of battle, the clash of steel, and the cries of battle, growing more nervous with each passing moment.

...

As the battle raged on, the array formation displayed its overwhelming strength, crushing the enemy without much resistance.

Fortunately, they had been instructed to show mercy and only render the enemy unconscious, as they would be reintegrated into the army later on.

With their immense power and impenetrable barrier, subduing them is relatively easy.

The commanding officer, sensing the hopelessness of the situation, felt a surge of panic.

He realized that they were being toyed by the enemy, and he then quickly looked for an opportunity to escape.

He commanded the city guards to attack more aggressively, preparing to hold the enemy a little longer.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant General Lith saw through the commanding officer's intentions and swiftly flanked him with his four trusted knights, each possessing similar strength as a peak Tier 1 official knight.

They encircled the commanding officer and swiftly formed their specialized formation, granting them increased perception and agility, different from the regular army formation.

Engaging in a fierce clash, Lith's sword clashed with the enemy, nearly launching him into the air.

Fortunately, the specialized formation provided a cushioning ability, quickly dissipating the kinetic energy.

With their precise and calculated attacks, it seemed as though they had eyes in the back of their heads.

The commanding officer could barely evade and parry their strikes, leaving him increasingly injured as the battle ensued.

As the battle raged on, desperation filled the commanding officer's heart.

He found himself heavily wounded, slowing his movements, while his opponents remained as agile as cats, seamlessly rotating to attack him from all angles.

He wondered how a mere five Official Knights could overpower him, a seasoned great knight, with such minimal effort.

Finally, with a swift swing of his sword, Lieutenant General Lith severed the head of the commanding officer.

As the head slowly fall in the air, the battlefield suddenly fell silent, apparently all their attention was on them in this brief battle.

"Soldiers of Stonebrick City!" Lith declared, his voice carrying authority.

"Your commanding officer has fallen. Surrender now, and your lives shall be spared."

His words echoed throughout the silent battlefield, reaching the ears of the crumbling city guards.

The death of their leader further shattered their spirits, leaving them in despair that dwindled their morale.

Lith swept his gaze across the dispirited guards, fully aware that surrender was their only viable option.

They were no match for his troops, especially considering that they had no casualties thus far while inflicting heavy losses upon the enemy.

"Drop your weapons and surrender!" Lith reiterated.

"Those who surrender now will be granted mercy and treated fairly."

As the silence lingered, the city guards, acknowledging the futility of their situation, began to slowly lower their weapons, with hands trembling with fear.

The sound of weapons clattering as they hit the ground became a tangible symbol of their surrender.

True to his word, Lith instructed his troops to secure the surrendered guards, maintaining order amidst the chaos that had just unfolded.

The city guards felt a mixture of relief and gratitude as they realized they had survived the onslaught.

When they surrendered, there was still a glimmer of hope for a future, but continuing to fight will be a dead end filled with despair.

...

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded away, silence filled the air.

The once-hidden citizens of Stonebrick City cautiously emerged from their homes, their eyes filled with uncertainty.

Before, stood a group of disciplined soldiers, their crimson-red armor shining in the fading sunlight.

The citizens exchanged bewildered glances, unable to fully comprehend the turn of events.

What would happen to them now?

Fear and curiosity mingled in their hearts as they pondered the intentions of these soldiers.

One man, overcome by a mixture of fear and curiosity, mustered the courage to approach the soldier wearing the crimson-red armor.

"What do you want?" his voice trembled, as he dared to question such a powerful figure.

The soldier, taken aback by the question, remembered the orders given by Lieutenant General Lith to survey the city and ensure no hidden enemies were remaining.

With a stoic expression, he replied, "We are from Moonshadow City. Our Lord has witnessed the suffering of the people and seeks to bring peace to this kingdom."

The poor man was shocked and excited by the soldier's response. "Is it true what they say?"

"Is Moonshadow City the rumored fairyland with unlimited food?" Hope glimmered in his eyes.

Even those who had been hiding and eavesdropping felt their excitement rise as they heard this revelation.

Moonshadow City was said to be ruled by a benevolent lord, and the citizens had long dreamed of finding refuge there.

However, their lord had imposed strict bans and curfews, preventing them from leaving their city.

The soldier in the crimson-red armor noticed their expressions and offered a caring smile. "We are currently distributing food in the center of the city," 

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have tasks to attend to." He said.

With a wave of his hand, the poor man bid the soldier farewell and hurried back to his house, making preparations to go to the center of the city.

The others who had been hiding also emerged from their hiding spots.

Their footsteps quickened as they rushed to join the gathering at the center of the city, fearful that there might not be enough food if they arrived late.

...

The poor man cautiously traveled to the location the soldier had said.

His eyes fixed on the many people gathering for food, just like him.

With fear and apprehension gripping him, he continued to walk, desperately hoping that it was real and they were truly giving out food.

Upon arriving at the scene, he was shocked to see the long line of people waiting to receive their portion, which turned out to be a pot of porridge.

His stomach rumbled with hunger, and the sweet aroma of the porridge filled his senses.

Joining the line, he observed the orderly queue, with people from all over the city standing patiently, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

The line led to a makeshift distribution area where soldiers worked diligently and efficiently.

Finally, it was his turn.

The poor man inched forward, his gaze locked onto the food before him.

Although it was just porridge, for someone who hadn't eaten for days, it felt like a feast fit for a god.

A soldier handed him a bowl of porridge with a smile and said, "Here you are."

Tears slowly welled up in his eyes. It had been so long since he had last tasted a proper meal.

Unable to contain his gratitude, he whispered, "Can I have another one after I finish this?"

"Yes, of course. You can come back for as much as you want," the soldier replied, understanding the man's plight.

Unable to wait any longer, he stepped out of the line and took his first bite, savoring the flavors that danced upon his tongue.

It was a taste that he would cherish and remember for the rest of his life.


Chương 33: Enemy Alert

General Smith and General Johnson sat across from each other, surrounded by maps, reports, and scrolls detailing the aftermath of the war. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows across their faces as they meticulously read through the documents.

As they perused the reports, a sigh of relief escaped both generals, pleased with the news they had just read. They had successfully captured the three cities without much difficulty.

General Smith raised an eyebrow as he studied statistics regarding the damage inflicted upon the captured cities, the number of surrendered troops, and the overall cost of the raid.

Carefully examining the reports, they made note of the gains they had received. It became apparent that the most valuable acquisition was the population, which numbered around one hundred thousand—more than the population of Moonshadow City itself.

"As expected of our well-trained soldiers, there were no casualties," General Smith remarked. "They also managed to minimize loss of life on the enemy side, which is a significant achievement for us."

General Johnson nodded in agreement. "Yes, our soldiers certainly know how to execute tasks perfectly. With only a thousand soldiers at our disposal, recruiting civilians at this stage is not feasible, so we will have to consider incorporating the enemy's army."

They continued their discussion, strategizing on how to allocate and manage resources to reinforce and stabilize the cities they had conquered. They took careful note of the citizens' needs for food, resources, and medicine, intending to report these requirements to their lord, Maximus.

Recognizing that the lord prioritized population over wealth, they understood the importance of winning people's trust. They planned to cater to their needs and gradually integrate them into Maximus' kingdom once all the lands were unified.

General Johnson leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the candle. "We have taken the first step towards unification. I hope that liberating the people in the kingdom can be achieved as smoothly and efficiently as this."

"Indeed, but the real challenge lies after the noble reacts to the situation. We encountered little resistance this time due to their forces being scattered," General Smith replied, his tone serious.

Locking eyes with each other, they understood each other meaning. They continued their work, crafting follow-up plans and strategies.

...

In the grand council chamber of Watchtower City, the noble alliance convening a meeting. Lord Harrington, the leader of the alliance, addressed the council members. "Esteemed nobles,"

"The recent truce has allowed us to consolidate our power, but we must acknowledge that the three dukes are also doing the same. The time has come for us to discuss our follow-up plan. This land is too small for two rulers," Lord Harrington continued.

Excitement and greed filled the faces of the council members. They were already envisioning a prosperous future for themselves.

Lady Isabella, the council's diplomat, raised her hand to speak. "Lord Harrington, although we may outnumber the three dukes' troops, they still possess a considerable amount of resources, and their armies are more disciplined and stronger than ours. It would be unwise to underestimate their abilities and continue the war."

"You are right, Isabella. We are indeed no match for the dukes, and it would be imprudent to persist with our attacks. However, I have invested huge amount resources to hire a Tier 4 sky knight to directly eliminate the dukes," Lord Harrington revealed his plan.

"But Harrington, once we have killed the three dukes, are you certain that the neighboring kingdoms will not make further moves?" inquired Lord Roland, a friend of Lord Harrington.

"I understand your concern, Roland. That's why I have reached out to some nobles in the neighboring kingdoms to gauge their views. This continent must not be ruled by a single individual, which is why I plan to form a noble council composed of nobles from all over the continent. These nobles have promised not to interfere with our affairs," Lord Harrington assured them.

The room buzzed with murmurs as the nobles recognized the feasibility of the plan. They realized they were all in the same boat now, and the idea of forming a noble council seemed increasingly beneficial, especially for those who joined early.

As their discussion continued, they explored various ideas and strategies, engaging in thorough debates to refine the plan of forming the noble council after the three dukes were eliminated.

...

Suddenly, the door was forcefully slammed open, and a guard rushed in, gasping for breath. The abrupt interruption annoyed some of the nobles, who exchanged glances.

"What's the matter?" Lord Harrington calmly asked.

"My lord, urgent news! Stonebrick City, Pinecrest City, and Willowdale City have been attacked," the guard reported, unaware of the annoyance in the room, as he handed over a parchment.

The expressions of the people in the room shifted from annoyance to shock as they received the news. Lord Harrington's face turned red with anger and humiliation as he examined the contents of the parchment.

"According to this report, it was Count Maximus who led the attack on the three cities we recently regained control of," Lord Harrington coldly explained.

This revelation angered the surrounding nobles. It was one thing if the responsible party was the dukes, but to have a mere count encroach on their territory felt not only humiliating but also an act of defiance.

"I believe this is not a simple matter," Lady Isabella interjected.

"To have the audacity to attack us now, he must possess the means to do so. I've also heard of several unsuccessful assassination attempts on him due to the rumors that he possesses a treasure that can reverse the land nature and make it fertile," she further explained.

"Indeed, I have invited him several times, hoping to acquire his methods, but all my efforts have failed. I even sent a small contingent of elite soldiers, but they vanished without a trace. I had put this matter aside due to the growing conflict with the dukes, but now that he has attacked us, we can no longer turn a blind eye," Lord Harrington spoke with a serious tone.

Lord Roland, however, was filled with fury. "How dare a mere count overstep his boundaries! We were already generous in inviting him, yet he has the audacity to refuse and launch an attack against us. Who gave him the courage to do so?" he exclaimed.

The surrounding nobles agreed, their fists clenched with a mix of excitement and anger.

"Now, now, I understand your anger, but let us not forget the bigger picture. We must not let our anger underestimate this man. I plan to deploy our idle army to retake the lost cities and ensure that such acts do not happen again," Lord Harrington assured them, attempting to calm the room.

The nobles nodded in agreement, refocusing their attention on their earlier discussions about managing and distributing the benefits once the noble council was formed. The room was renewed with energy as they eagerly voiced their desires.

Little did they know that the news of the attack had been intentionally spread by Maximus to divert their attention, unaware that the army responsible for the attack consisted solely of official knights.

...

The three Dukes, Charles, Thomas, and Darwin, found themselves amidst a grand dance party, surrounded by beautiful women. The room was adorned with shimmering chandeliers as the women elegantly waltzed, their attire barely concealing their body.

Amidst the festivities, they discussed the recent attack on a city within the territory of the noble alliance. Initially, they had assumed it to be an attack from a neighboring kingdom. However, upon reading the report, they were amused to discover that the perpetrator was a mere count from within their own ranks.

"Well, well, it seems that our friends on the other side cannot even control their own people. How amusing!" Charles laughed heartily, his belly shaking with mirth.

"Hahaha! It appears our noble brethren are not satisfied with their fair share of the benefits and have resorted to taking what they want by force," Thomas, a suave and witty man, chuckled as he raised a glass of wine.

Darwin joined in their laughter, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Indeed, Charles! The allure of power seems to have clouded their reason, leading them to fight amongst themselves."

The three continued to revel in their amusement, enjoying the dance of the women around them. They chose not to delve further into the topic, unaware that the count they were discussing was not part of the so-called noble alliance.


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