The system has to be used even if it is pulled

Zhao Yuanlang didn't know that his messenger had met with an accident. He stood on the wall of Issos, watching his soldiers supervising the captives and the people to repair Issos and prepare weapons to defend the city.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you guys reinforce that side."

Zhao Yuanlang watched Donovan and Cassim, his companions recruited from the tavern, commanding and arranging the soldiers for garrison.

Donovan, the youngest son of Earl Dungrave, a nobleman from Buckley, has no right of inheritance, so he has no choice but to go out and gain experience and seek wealth.

As for Qasim, he was the son of a tribal chief in the high mountains of the Pamir grassland east of Toba City, the capital of the Dasha Principality. Their tribe was fighting with other tribes for territory. Bahad Khan stepped in to mediate the fight between the two tribes, but he ambushed the two leaders of the enemy tribe at night, escaped from there under the cover of darkness, and escaped from the Dasha Principality with the help of his relatives in Toba.

As the sun set, a scout quickly appeared in front of everyone.

"Open the city gate." The officer at the city gate gave the order after confirmation.

"General!" The scout hurriedly walked to the city gate and knelt on one knee in front of Zhao Yuanlang.

"speak."

"Report to the Lord, Walven Castle has been lost. The bandit leader Ulric has led his army to rest there for one night and will attack us the next day. Your Lordship's Walven Village was massacred by them. Shieldwind Fortress was besieged by the army led by Alama."

"Thank you for your hard work. Now you can step down." Zhao Yuanlang helped the scout up.

"Yes."

How to defend with more than 500 soldiers? This is a problem. Although they received 40 to 50 refugees and defeated soldiers who were willing to join the army, it was still too few to defend the huge Issos. It would take at least 1,000 people to defend Issos. Fortunately, there was no need to worry about the security in the city, as it was managed by the patrol team of more than 40 people under the municipal government.

If there is really no other way, you can only fill the gap yourself. It's time to show your ability to block the gap with one man.

.......

As time passed, one scout team after another returned, and the news they brought back was getting worse and worse. There was no reinforcement from the Empire, and the Shieldwind Fortress was broken. Duke Alama would lead his troops to Issos in a day, and Old Wu and his army were less than ten kilometers away from Issos.

Countless soldiers began to climb onto the city walls, and under the command of the Shadow Centurion and the Griffin Knights, they began to prepare for defense.

Finally, in the afternoon, Old Ulmus led his army to Issos. He stood outside the main gate of Issos on horseback. With a wave of his hand, a messenger came towards the gate of Issos, and the rest of the army lined up in an orderly manner under the command of Brunus.

Zhao Yuanlang stood on the city wall, looking at the approaching team of envoys.

The team stood at the gate, and a middle-aged man with a mustache wearing crimson noble clothing shouted, "Zhao Yuanlang Kavala, I have brought news from the great Majesty Ulric. As long as you lay down your weapons and lead your men to surrender, all of you will be treated kindly."

"Bullshit, that old bastard Ulrich has always wanted to kill me. Don't think I don't know. If you have the guts, challenge him to a duel. I'll chop off his head!"

The messenger at the city gate had a sullen look on his face, and Old Wu in the distance looked slightly embarrassed: "Arrogant boy."

"You are a traitor. If you do not surrender, you will be hanged on the city gate when the city is captured."

"Really? Then look who this is first! It seems I need to hang them on the city wall first." With a wave of Zhao Yuanlang's hand, Baron Andrew, Baron Malbert, Viscount Maurice, and Knight Commander Kay were brought up, and the soldiers put ropes around their necks.

"Your Majesty!" When Brunus saw his son and two nephews being tied with ropes and about to be hanged at the city gate, he almost fell off his horse.

"You, you, you! You have to have martial ethics! All countries have regulations that prohibit the wanton killing of nobles."

"Don't talk nonsense. That old bastard Lao Wu wanted to kill me. So? Only he is allowed to kill me. Not to mention these three bastards, I want to kill Lao Wu too."

"You'll be hanged sooner or later, bastard!"

"You're just like me, get out of here right now! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll hang one of you to death!"

As if to cooperate with Zhao Yuanlang, Malbert and others looked at Zhao Yuanlang's cold gaze and began to scream desperately.

The messenger under the city wall had a dark face and didn't know what to say, for fear that he would say something wrong and the three nobles on the city gate would be executed. At that time, he would not be able to resist the furious Duke Brunus.

"Okay, go away. Threats are useless to me. I'll wait here for you to arrive."

The messenger who returned to King Ulrich looked cautiously at the expressionless Majesty and Duke Brunus, not daring to say a word.

"Forget it. The Cavalla family is famous for being stubborn and unyielding. Pass on my order to prepare for the siege. Avoid the city gates and don't hurt Morris and the others."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

As the messenger blew the horn, the army began to move. Led by a Yangyan Lion Knight, more than 200 vanguard soldiers quickly approached the city wall. They roared, made strange noises, pushed battering rams, raised ladders and began to run towards the city wall.

"Archers, get ready, shoot alternately!"

Under the command of Zhao Yuanlang, the soldiers on the city wall began to draw their bows and arrows in an orderly manner, hiding behind the battlements of the city wall to prepare for the first wave of covering projectiles.

Since he had practiced it before, Zhao Yuanlang was already confident about the distance of this wave of projectiles. Looking at the Sarion soldiers getting closer and closer, Zhao Yuanlang swung his hand fiercely.

The one standing next to Zhao Yuanlang shouted, "Fire!"

Countless arrows shot out from the city walls, accurately covering the charging troops.

The effect was very poor, as there were too few people to form effective killing power.

"Free shooting, Morgiana! In ten breaths, it will be your turn to go up to the city wall." Zhao Yuanlang shouted loudly.

Most of the empire's weapons were bows and crossbows, which put them at a slight disadvantage against Sarleon's archers because their speed was too slow and the battlements were often suppressed by Sarleon's archers.

Ten breaths later, Morgana led the Imperial Legion soldiers holding shields and daggers and began shooting at the approaching Sarleon soldiers with javelins.

The Empire is really weak. Unless it has a large-scale infantry corps, it will be impossible to defeat Sarleon.

Ladders had already been placed on the city walls, and the battering ram had reached the city gate intact. Cassim directed the soldiers on the gate to throw stones and pour boiling water downwards, causing screams to rang out from below.

Soon, Sarion's soldiers climbed up the city wall using ladders, occupied a small area and began to expand their victory. However, many soldiers were stabbed to death or pushed off the wall as soon as they climbed up the wall.

The war fell into a stalemate for a while. As time passed, the sun gradually slid down, and Sarion still failed to capture the city wall. The wooden battering ram chariot had been ignited by the fire, making Sarion unable to damage the city gate.

"Good boy, you have a trick. Brunus, it's not unfair that you lost to him. Blow the horn and let them retreat." Old Ulrich knew clearly that it was impossible to attack with ladders alone.

Brunus looked pale and sighed helplessly.