Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

January 9756, 9 in the Glorious Calendar.

early morning.

Outside the north city gate, an army of 200,000 men was lined up on the plain in groups of a thousand.

Military flags fluttered in the wind and the army advanced steadily forward to the sound of war drums.

The Fourth Corps of the Expeditionary Force, with more than 700,000 troops under its command, is out in full force and will not stop until the city is captured.

On the city wall, the German Kingdom's army and the conscripted militia looked at the endless enemy camp, and fear rose again in their numb hearts.

"General, today is almost over." An officer opened his cracked lips, his tone filled with fear, but more of relief.

For more than four months, one hundred and thirty-five days, most officers and generals lived in anxiety and despair.

As for the lower-level soldiers, they had been rotated countless times. The soldiers who first climbed the city wall to participate in the battle to defend the city had long been buried somewhere, perhaps becoming the feces of some monster.

Weilin stood on the command platform, looking at the two military flags fluttering in the wind, and gave orders:

"attack."

In the front, the six battalions of the Badak army, with more than 18,000 people, carried 300 iron bridges and pushed 64 siege vehicles, advancing towards the northern wall of the city of Geman.

More than 20,000 archers drew their bows and shot arrows at the city wall 6,000 meters away from the front army.

More than a thousand mages cast spells together and launched magical attacks on the divine shield.

One hundred and fifty high-level magic cannons and eight hundred intermediate magic cannons frantically absorbed the magic energy in the magic crystals and poured energy balls towards the divine shield.

In the central army camp, eight large divine magic inhibitors were activated, emitting spatial fluctuations, which competed with the divine magic shield of the Geman City at the level of laws.

On the 28-kilometer-long city wall of Geman, more than 30,000 soldiers defending the city carried iron shields to block the enemy's enchanted arrows, armor-piercing arrows, fire feather arrows and other arrows. They could only watch as the enemy continued to approach the city wall.

Several sieges had already consumed all the defensive supplies in the city, and now the only things they could use to stop the enemy from breaking into the city were the weapons in their hands.

As the iron bridge was built, the siege vehicle was pushed across the moat.

Under the city wall, sixty-four magic arrays were activated, absorbing the magic energy from the magic crystals.

The light dissipated, and sixty-four earthen slopes appeared on the battlefield.

On the city wall, at the call of the officers, most of the militia were pushed to the front line of the city wall and used as the first batch of cannon fodder. As for the veterans who had experienced several sieges, they acted as temporary supervisory teams, responsible for killing the fleeing soldiers.

"Follow me."

An Ansa officer drew his sword and led hundreds of German soldiers to charge up the slope.

Under the promise of land, slaves and money, most of the German soldiers in the Badak army had ferocity in their eyes and drew their weapons against the soldiers defending the German city.

Faced with the professionals, the militiamen who were pushed to the front slaughtered them all in just a few minutes.

Stepping on the pieces of flesh and blood, the two armies began to fight.

There is no safe place on the 28-kilometer city wall.

Blood flowed down the stone stairs. Countless defending troops were sent to the city walls to fight a bloody battle with Badak's army.

Seeing the battle line being pushed back, Weilin ordered the remaining four battalions of the Badak Army and the three battalions of the Black Rock Army, totaling more than 20,000 people, to reinforce.

Half an hour later, the magical shield protecting the city of Geman shattered.

Without the suppression of divine arts, the "restraints" on the soldiers of the Badak Army and the Black Rock Army disappeared instantly, and they burst out with the combat power of their heyday.

Faced with the increasingly ferocious enemy, the soldiers defending the city began to flee on a large scale. No matter how the officers tried to stop the fleeing by killing, it was still of no avail in the face of the general trend.

Iliff, the chief general of the Mines army, came to the wall of the north gate and smashed the gate that was not strengthened by divine magic with one punch, thus opening the main entrance to the city.

More than ten thousand soldiers passed Iliff and entered the city of Geman.

At the same time, the East Gate, South Gate and West Gate were breached at the same time, and hundreds of thousands of troops poured into this ancient capital that had existed for thousands of years.

"Order the commander of the army to take over the troops and kill the enemy troops who are trying to escape from Geman City outside the city."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

After saying this, Weilin rode on a red phosphorus horse and led more than 3,000 Ice Sword Battalion soldiers towards the city of Geman.

On the left side of the army, the Hebrew man was stunned when he heard the words of the messenger officer.

He was thinking of entering the city to challenge the strong and gain military merit for his master, but he was appointed as the commander of the army, responsible for leading more than 100,000 troops outside the city to encircle the enemy troops retreating from the north gate.

"Where is the Lord?"

"Sir Hebrew, the lord has led his troops into the city." Seeing Hebrew's expression, the herald officer answered, and then added, "Sir, the lord said that if you dare to disobey the military order, he will hang you on the flagpole for three days."

"Forehead--"

"I see."

Between executing military orders and hanging the flagpole, he wisely chose to execute the military order. Although he had never been hung on a flagpole, it must have been a bad feeling.

Inside the city of Geman, hundreds of thousands of troops from the Fourth Legion poured into the city, working in units of hundreds to wipe out the Geman Kingdom's army.

The streets, alleys, hutongs, and the luxurious manors and courtyards of merchants and nobles all became battlefields.

Corpses were scattered all over the road, blood gathered into depressions, and a large number of shops were bloodbathed. Weilin rode on a red phosphorus horse with a normal expression, heading towards the palace of the Kingdom of Geman.

For these vassal troops, from the moment the city of German was captured, the looting and killing would not stop until the defending army was cleared out.

A hundred meters away, dozens of soldiers led by an officer rushed into a merchant's house. As the sounds of hacking and killing subsided, women's screams rang out.

"Those are the troops of the Sixteenth Army." Weilin said, looking at the inscriptions on the armor of several soldiers guarding outside the courtyard.

Hearing this, Kyle nodded and replied, "My Lord, those are indeed the vassal soldiers of the Sixteenth Army. There are other marks on them, which means they are under the direct command of a certain earl."

"***, ****." A woman ran out of the alley with fear on her face. She wanted to get closer to the red phosphorus horse, but was stopped by two soldiers from the Ice Sword Camp.

At this moment, a dozen soldiers rushed out of the alley. When they saw these well-equipped warriors, the arrogant expressions on their faces immediately disappeared, replaced by faces full of respect.

One of the Three-India Warriors took a few quick steps forward and said in fluent Common Language: "Greetings to the Master."

Weilin glanced at the pale-faced woman and asked, "Who is that woman?"

The three-Indian soldier quickly replied respectfully: "Your Excellency, when I was attacking a manor, I found this woman abusing a maid. According to military regulations, women with bad morals can be dealt with at our will."