Chapter 430 They Are Here

The rock fortress, the inner city, a group of brightly armored knights and soldiers are walking through the wide town streets. Above this group, the flag of the Count of Pompeii in the Plains of the Holy Spirit is flying in the air, and the golden red embroidery thread on the flag is in the sun. Gorgeous and elegant.

Sir Maryland stood on the inner city wall, looking down at the army marching forward, and after a long time said softly, "This is probably the last aid we can count on."

"Better than nothing," Viscount Carroll, who was standing beside Sir Maryland, said solemnly, "After all, Count Pompeii knows what it means once this fortress is breached."

The team entering the city was not the knight brigade sent by the royal family, but the private army of the earl of Pompeii. The appearance of this army meant that the earl finally felt the news from the recent news. The urgency of the situation made a decision.

The Rock Fortress is located on the edge of the territory of the Earl of Pompeii. Nominally, the land where the fortress is located is owned by the Pompeii family, but in fact the fortress is directly controlled by the royal family, including the soldiers in the fortress. All directly loyal to the king, There are also his own farms, mines, and mills around the fortress. The Earl of Pompeii has no obligation to support or support the fortress, but obviously, the earl is very clear that once the fortress is taken down by the Cecil family, his The territory will be in jeopardy.

The news that "the old ancestors did not follow the ancestral system" has long been spread through the southern nobles who took refuge in the fortresses. The Count of Pompeii could not guarantee that Cecil's army would stop after the rock fortress was laid, and he was even more afraid to guarantee that the fortress would be laid down. Will Cecil's army loot the surrounding area first to make up for the war loss? Although at the beginning, he seemed to believe that the Cecil people could not do anything about the rock fortress, so he had some peace of mind, but in Sir Maryland. After a lot of hard work, he finally sent his own army to support here, and this team was the only reinforcement that Sir Maryland could pull.

"It's totally unknown how much combat power these old soldiers, pampered in the Plains of the Holy Ghost, will be able to do," Sir Maryland sighed, "but as you say, it's better than nothing--these guys can at least steer the trebuchets, Or hide behind walls and shoot bows and arrows."

Viscount Carroll hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking, "Is there any new news in the south recently?"

"I sent three groups of spies, disguised as merchants and hunters, and only one group came back," said Sir Maryland with a sullen face. Can't figure it out at all..."

"They didn't give up..." Viscount Carroll's heart sank, "They will come sooner or later."

Seeing Viscount Carroll, who had a gray face and even a hint of fear, Sir Maryland could only helplessly sigh in his heart.

He had great confidence in the fortress he was stationed in, and despite the terrible stories he had heard about Cecil's army from the refugees of the southern nobles, he still had confidence in his fortress - in his opinion , these southern nobles were so frightened that the horror of the enemy had been magnified infinitely in their hearts. Sir Maryland was a man who had experienced many battlefields. After removing the exaggerated elements in the words of these nobles, he was not intimidated by Cecil's army.

But that doesn't mean he's taking the threats he faces lightly.

The Cecilians will not be "like gods" as described by the southern nobles, but they are definitely not a force to be despised.

In the face of the menacing Cecil army, the rock fortress will definitely experience a hard battle. According to Sir Maryland's deduction, the Cecilian's "Skyfire Explosion" should not be able to break through the fortress's magical barrier in a short time, but the fortress's defense. There is also no way for the army to repel those Cecilians who can launch continuous magical attacks from long distances.

The battle should have turned into a protracted counterattack, or to put it more depressingly - a unilateral and prolonged bombardment of the rock fortress by the Cecils, and the rock fortress' defenders would struggle to take the initiative. .

Sir Maryland was not afraid of a long and hard fight. What he was really worried about was the isolation of the rock fortress, the deteriorating situation in the country.

As long as this deteriorating situation does not get better one day, no matter how long the rock fortress can last, it will eventually fail.

He patted Viscount Carroll on the shoulder: "Go back, we need to relax and drink two glasses of wine to ease our nerves."

They left the city walls and came to the hall of the fortress castle area.

As soon as the door of the hall was opened, Sir Maryland saw Viscount Marioland in a loose nightgown standing in the center of the hall with a glass of wine, chatting with the maid in the hall in a daze, and not far away from him. It was Viscount Consco who was walking around. The latter's face was full of anxiety, and judging from his face, he probably drank a lot.

"Oh! Sir! And my friend Viscount Carroll," Marioland said, raising his glass at the sight of the man who had pushed in the door. "Salute to you—you should try this."

"Olan, you've been drinking too much," Carroll frowned slightly, looking at the man who had been more and more misbehaving in recent days, his tone was rather helpless, "and why are you wearing a nightgown in the hall?"

"This is the castle. You can wear nightgowns anywhere in the castle..." Mario Lan laughed, "Don't worry, I'm very awake..."

Viscount Conscoe walked over and went straight around Marioland, who was already a little delirious. His eyes were full of sadness, and he was congested from drinking too much for many days: "Sir, there are southern ones..."

Sir Maryland waved his hand before he could finish. "No good news."

Viscount Carroll looked at the two friends in front of him in disappointment - one was sloppy, the other was depressed, and the calm and dignity of the nobles had almost disappeared from them.

Not only these two friends, but the other nobles who fled from the south to the fortress together were not much better.

These viscounts and barons gather in banquet halls, or in bars and prostitutes in the city, squandering their remaining money, consuming worthless energy, eating and drinking, almost completely invisible A little hopeful.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help raising his head, looking for someone in the hall, and soon, the slightly thin figure of Lady Ropeney Glen appeared in his sight.

The Countess just sat quietly in a corner and whispered something to one of her knights. Although she also had a faint anxiety on her face, her calm look was really different from others.

For many days, this situation has also fallen into the eyes of Sir Maryland. The high-ranking knight looked at the situation of the other nobles in the hall, and couldn't help shaking his head and muttered in a low voice: "It's not as good as a widow..."

Viscount Carroll, who was next to him, heard Sir's muttering, but he couldn't hear it clearly, but just as he was about to ask, he saw the door of the hall being pushed open again.

A knight in armor hurriedly ran into the hall, and the sound of the steel boots and the impact of the ground echoed in the hall. The people nearby became quiet, and looked at the knight who suddenly ran in with suspicion.

"General! General!" shouted the knight, running to Sir Maryland. "There is a small group of refugees from outside the city--they claim to be from the Glen!"

Glenn area?

The southern nobles in the hall subconsciously looked at Lady Ropeney Glen, who was sitting in the corner, and in their sight, the lady also raised her head and looked at Sir Maryland with a startled look. The knight in front.

Sir Maryland saw this scene in his eyes, and then turned to look at the knight who reported the message: "Where are they?"

"In the barracks under the outer walls," replied the knight, "we didn't let them into the city--and there was a line of soldiers watching."

Sir Maryland nodded vaguely: it was a necessary caution.

The Cecils have obviously blocked the southern region. At least in the buffer zone between the rock fortress and the southern border, there are already blockades set up by the Cecils everywhere. No experienced spies sent from the fortress can break through this layer. The blockade, people who can escape from the southern region at such a time... are very suspicious no matter how you look at them.

"Take them to the main hall," Sir Maryland decided quickly, glancing back at the southern nobles who had gathered in the hall. "Ladies and gentlemen, I invite everyone to come—perhaps we will finally be able to Got a clear message from the South."

Soon, Sir Maryland and the southern nobles were in the main hall of the castle district, and shortly after they entered the hall and took their seats on the high platform, a small group of soldiers entered with a few ragged and scarred people.

Those few people had obviously gone through an ordeal. Their clothes were tattered, their bodies were dirty, and their bodies were covered in bruises. Their embarrassed posture made the southern nobles at the scene couldn't help but think of their appearance not long ago, and Sir Maryland also sighed secretly, Then he asked aloud, "Who are you? Did you bring it from Glenn?"

Most of those ragged people looked terrified and nervous. Only one person stood in the center and remained calm. It was a tall middle-aged man. He turned his head as if he hadn't heard Sir Maryland's words. He was looking for someone in the hall, and finally his eyes fell on Lady Ropeney Glenn, the middle-aged man immediately bowed to the lady, with a choked voice in his voice: "Mistress, I finally see you! "

Ropeney Grant also recognized the person in front of her, she stood up from her seat, with an unbelievable tone: "This is my housekeeper!"

"Ma'am, are you sure?" Sir Maryland glanced suspiciously at the middle-aged man in ragged clothes with a dirty face. "Is he really your housekeeper?"

"Of course I'm sure," Ropeney Grant responded immediately, scanning everyone at the scene, "I didn't take a sip of wine!"

"Okay, I see," Sir Maryland nodded, looking at the middle-aged man standing under the steps, "Mr. Butler, have you brought news from the South?!"

"They are here! Mistress, and all the adults, the Cecils are here!" The butler said with a look of pain and fear in his voice, "They have already occupied Glen Castle and Conscoe. , Carroll area, they are coming this way!"