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Weilin nodded his head and nodded, then sat quietly in a rattan chair and watched the siege.

Two hours later, the horn sounded and the attacking troops began to retreat.

Under the city wall, flesh and limbs were intertwined, blood dyed the brick wall red, and there were more than 5,000 corpses, most of them were Germans, and a few were Ansa.

After the siege, Weilin stood up and said to Count Blood Moon, "Auntie, I'm going back first."

"Go."

After the salute, Weilin returned to the north gate with his guards.

In the camp, life priests ran back and forth, treating the wounded soldiers.

Under the gentle healing light, most of the Thousand Fortress Army soldiers became more devout in their faith in the Goddess of Life.

Passing through the camp, Weilin arrived at the central tent.

The two guards on duty saw the person coming, lifted the curtain and bowed their heads in salute.

Inside the camp, all the generals of the upper army stood up and saluted to show their respect.

Weilin came to the main seat and waved for everyone to take a seat.

Kyle stood behind Weilin, looking at everyone with an indifferent look in his eyes. Most of his mind was immersed in the construction of combat skills. He only retained partial perception of the outside world to receive and integrate meeting information.

"Sir, in today's first battle, the upper army dispatched more than 80,000 soldiers, 2,327 were killed, 183 were seriously injured, and 4,697 were slightly injured. Most of them have been healed by the priests."

"In terms of extraordinary supplies, 586 intermediate magic crystals, 133 advanced magic crystals, 7,983 enchanted feather arrows, and 36,663 armor-piercing feather arrows were consumed..."

After Brian finished his report, Weilin waved for him to sit down.

Compared with the more than 4,000 casualties in the East City Wall siege, the losses in personnel and materials in the North City Wall siege were within an acceptable range.

"According to the plan designated by the Legion Headquarters, we will attack the city once every half month. The upper army will be stationed here for this half month. After half a month, the lower army will take over from you and carry out the second siege mission."

"Baron Brian." Weilin looked at his cousin and spoke.

Brian sat up straight, his face serious: "Sir, please speak."

"When besieging a city, we should focus on stability and prevent the enemy from attacking at night. As for the planning of the camp, you can follow your own ideas, but you must think it over and over again, consult with your subordinates more often, and don't be stubborn."

"Yes, sir," Brian answered loudly.

Then, Weilin ended this brief meeting.

After leaving the barracks, Weilin went forward to hug Brian and whispered in his ear: "Cousin, this is an opportunity, seize it well. Send someone to find me if you have any problems."

"I see."

After releasing Brian, Weilin climbed on his horse and returned to Rostock with Kyle and the guards.

Time passed slowly, and millions of soldiers and civilians in the city of Geman spent more than four months in anxiety.

Inside the palace, the old king sat on the throne, looking dozens of years older than he was four months ago.

Inside the hall, compared to the past when it was crowded, there are fewer and fewer generals who can fight. Half of them died in the battle to defend the city, and half died in the night attacks on the enemy outside the city.

"Harold."

A mid-level Holy Seal knight stepped out of the ranks, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please give your orders."

The old king opened his cloudy eyes and asked, "How many troops are there in the capital?"

"Your Majesty, the capital still has 230,000 garrison troops. I have issued the third conscription order. All men and women over the age of thirteen, except those with missing limbs or those who are dying, are eligible for conscription. It will only take half a month to get 400,000 militiamen. With the capital's magic shield, we can hold off the enemy for at least three months."

"Okay, you go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Harold left, the old king looked at the foreign minister and asked, "Claudia, what's the news about the Duke of Truvia?"

"Your Majesty, according to the report from General Albert who risked his life to enter the capital, the 400,000-strong coalition of Eastern nobles led by Duke Truvia was defeated head-on by the alien god's army in the Musadi region, and was ambushed in the Misili Plain in the Manech region. Two-thirds of the army was destroyed, and only a hundred thousand troops retreated to the Wolf region."

"Cough cough cough."

There was a look of dejection in the old king's eyes. If it were a few months ago, he would have definitely cursed loudly, but now he didn't have that kind of energy.

"What news has been sent back from the southeast?" The old king took a deep breath and asked again.

Claudia looked at the king's expression, considered her words, and reported: "Your Majesty, most of the nobles in the southeast surrendered, and the only nobles with chivalry were besieged by these shameless people, and their families were wiped out."

"How much of the southeastern territory still belongs to the kingdom?" The old king's face was surprisingly calm, and his eyes were full of ups and downs, making it impossible to tell what he was really thinking.

"Your Majesty, there has been no news from the Southeast Territory since half a month ago. It may... may have fallen."

"Does the Angoya Empire intend to send troops?"

Claudia combined the information she knew, sorted out her words, and then began to report: "Your Majesty, according to the letter sent back by the Fourth Prince, the Angoya Empire has stockpiled a large number of troops on the western border, but there is no sign of sending troops. The war in the north may be more intense than expected, and the Angoya Empire cannot afford to fight on two fronts."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect that the rebellious son was right. I really became the king who lost the German Kingdom."

The old king suddenly laughed out loud, with endless desolation and bitterness in his laughter. His face was full of pain and helplessness, and his eyes revealed deep despair.

Everyone in the hall lowered their heads, not daring to look the old king in the eye, in order to reduce their presence.

Forty years ago, most of them were witnesses of the eldest prince's rebellion, and the scene and words of the eldest prince's death were still vivid in their minds.

"Do whatever you want to do."

After saying this, the old king slowly stood up from the throne, walked down the stairs, and left the hall through the main gate, leaving behind a lonely and desolate back.

After a long time, the ministers and generals in the hall left one after another. Only they themselves knew whether they would share weal and woe with the Kingdom of Geman or choose another tree to roost in.

Inside the Church of the God of Beasts in the city of Geman, the Pope of the God of Beasts of the Kingdom of Geman felt the boundless aura of killing. He looked at the young faces of the temple knights, nuns and beast masters in the temple and sighed.

Four months of siege and eight siege battles drained the last of the Church of the God of Beasts of the German Kingdom.

"I wonder what that old guy Samuel, the Ansa Pope, was feeling at that time."

Thinking of his old friend who had returned to the Kingdom of the God of Beasts, the Pope of the Church of the God of Beasts of the Kingdom of Geman felt extremely lonely.