The twenty-fourth of the empire on June 20th.

early morning.

The territory of the central part of the empire near the south is already quite mild, with spring flowers blooming everywhere, and lush vegetation growing by the roadside in the fields.

Gentle awe-inspiring blew across the earth with warm heat waves, and the already luxuriant branches made a rustling sound. The sunlight passed through the dense leaves, and mottled spots of light fell on the ground.

If there is no war, then all this is simply the most beautiful scenery in the world.

The war destroyed everything.

Above the Fortress of Basen, Grand Duke Mabra is conducting a routine inspection.

He is wearing a gorgeous armor, and some iron pieces are added to the joints for protection. The red-bottomed golden lion coat of arms is worn on his body, and the flat-top bucket helmet has a gilt lion head to set him off. The awe-inspiring.

Soldiers stood vigilantly on the city wall, while the archers were sitting in front of the arrow tower, ready to use their bows and arrows to respond to possible emergencies.

Following the gaze of Grand Duke Mabra, there was already a ruined wall outside the fortress.

Countless villages were burned down, and black smoke still surrounds them. The corpses of humans and livestock can be seen everywhere. Occasionally, some wild animals bite the broken bones on the ground with big mouths.

Vultures and crows hovered in the sky looking for opportunities. Whenever they had the opportunity, they took advantage of the beasts on the ground to inadvertently peck at two bites of carrion. This is a carnival feast for all carnivores.

Countless undead souls hovered in the sky and roared and refused to disperse. The strong rancid smell permeated for dozens of kilometers. This area has become a no-man's land, a **** on earth.

The rebellious southern lords are crowded and powerful, but this also brings them huge consumption. In order to obtain more supplies, these villages are their best targets.

Below the fortress of Basen, there was a pile of spears with pointed ends that were buried in the soil, and on top of them were some severed heads with savage and unwilling expressions on the faces of these heads.

The long-term high temperature caused the ** to decompose extremely fast, and the flies hovered around, falling on the head from time to time to feast on it. Now these heads have become zombies-like heads full of rotten meat.

Grand Duke Mabra frowned and looked at everything below. The Babs Fortress was already helpless at this time. Although it was still the most important fortress against the southern rebels, it could not receive large-scale supplies from the rear.

Fortunately, during the turmoil in the empire, the Grand Duke Mabra and the dead Earl Weasley and others hoarded a large amount of food in the fortresses along the way.

Within a year and a half, there will still be enough food and drink for tens of thousands of soldiers.

The rebels besieging this fortress are stationed about one kilometer away from the fortress. They have built a relatively strong camp, and they seem to be ready for a protracted siege.

After patrolling for a while, Grand Duke Mabra retreated. During this time, the enemy had organized three sieges. Although each attack was extremely fierce, it was under the 18-meter-high wall of the Babs Fortress. , The enemy was repulsed again and again.

At this time, Sir Frank was also on horseback looking at the strong and towering fortress in front of him from a distance, and the blue-bottomed Moon and Moon Citigroup slowly fluttered behind him with the prestige.

In such hot weather, he still wears a heavy helmet and thick armor. No one has ever seen him take off his armor.

Looking at this indestructible fortress, even if he defeated Earl Weasley on the battlefield and directly led to his death, Frank could only sigh helplessly.

He has accumulated great wealth for his father in recent battles. As the first group of lords to rebel, he took the lead in this war.

Not only did he get a lot of iron armor from the battles, he also moved the residents of their captured areas to Fort Creek in batches, and his father, Count Remensau, also took these residents as he said. Incorporated into the village under his own rule.

At the same time, some people were enlisted to join the army and trained.

The soldiers led by Frante quickly transformed into a powerful army with initial combat effectiveness under a series of battles. At the same time, wearing iron armor, they counterattacked from silk to become rich and handsome.

And such an army, with more than 2,000 people under Frant's command, looted wildly from the war, he obtained a huge amount of property, and he was not afraid of not being able to support these soldiers.

After three brutal sieges, the spirit of the rebels has suffered a huge defeat. The towering Fortress of Basen stood before them like a rock.

After successive offensives, the rebels paid at least a thousand losses, but the Basen Fortress remained strong.

The defenders in the fortress only paid the loss of two to three hundred people, but this was already a very rare result.

"Retreat part of the army first... Just tell the coalition forces that there has been a rebellion in the territory, and a part of the army needs to go back and suppress it..." Sir Frank said to an entourage next to him.

He glanced back at the fortress, then beat his horse back to the camp.

This fortress, if it is almost impossible to do homework in a short period of time, instead of putting the army here and consuming food meaninglessly, it is better to withdraw part of the army as early as possible.

Unlike the hell-like scene in the south, although the fighting in the north is equally cruel, there are not many casualties among ordinary civilians.

In fact, the people of the Pakuten tribe can almost all be soldiers in a sense, so the so-called civilian losses are not big.

With the slow progress of Rainer over the course of three days, they have moved forward more than fifty kilometers in a row, and Morsh kept retreating with simple camps in order to keep a safe distance from them.

"How far are we from the Morsh camp now?"

After some advancement, Rainer asked Samuza.

"About a hundred kilometers~lightnovelpub.net~ The distance is definitely no more than one hundred kilometers, because after a hundred kilometers is the pasture of the Agur people, he absolutely dare not let the people go where to drink the Agur people to **** the pasture. !"

Rainer squinted his eyes slightly when he heard the words: "A hundred kilometers... this distance is not far away. The cavalry can go straight to their camp after two days!"

Thinking of this, he was a little puzzled. It stands to reason that he has been advancing for three days in a row, and in these three days, no Agur cavalry appeared.

What's the reason?

Lena, who couldn't figure it out, gave up thinking. Anyway, it would be a good thing for him. If he could approach the Morsh camp forty kilometers directly, then he would have to give up all the strategic depth. Forced to open up the battle and go to war with himself.

Because at that time, if he didn't do this, Rainer could directly attack his camp regardless.

The most important property of the nomads is the cattle and sheep. Rainer does not even need to send soldiers to kill the enemy, only a small group of people need to drive away and kill those cattle and sheep, which is a disaster for Morsh.