There were six roads leading from the city wall to the castle. Two of them had been blocked and destroyed by Yun Zhe at both ends of the city wall, leaving four roads near the city gates, which made things much simpler. The fighting also intensified.

Yun Zhe felt relatively calm looking at the densely packed Kurman soldiers on the city wall and the equally densely packed friendly soldiers on the stairs. However, when his gaze shifted to the vicinity of the gate, his brows furrowed involuntarily. With the impact of the battering rams outside, a large amount of mud had fallen around the gate frame, and the entire gate was shaking violently; clearly, the city gate was on the verge of collapse.

Yun Zhe waved his hand and said, "Get in the car!"

As Yun Zhe gave the order, a cart almost as wide and tall as the city gate frame was pushed over. The front of the cart was made of a single piece of thick wood to resemble the city gate, with many huge, sharp triangular iron plates on the wood. Dozens of people slowly pushed the cart toward the city gate, forming a second city gate with perfect fit.

After the movable city gate was pushed into place, another group of people immediately carried several wooden poles covered with iron sheets and inserted them into the pre-designed grooves in the city wall. Others frantically dug holes to secure the wedges at the back of the movable gate into the ground.

Finally, the city gate was breached, but the jubilant Kurman soldiers were soon stunned by the bizarre scene before them. Inside the gate was another gate, and worse, this gate could only be opened halfway before it could not be opened any further. The entire gate was blocked by the inner gate, allowing it to open only a small angle.

And coincidentally, this angle somewhat aligns with the pointed end of the battering ram, significantly reducing its effectiveness.

From a distance, Geraint saw that the soldiers besieging the city gate, after a burst of cheers, did not surge into the city as he had expected, but instead lingered near the gate. He sensed something was wrong. After a moment's thought, he still ordered an advance, but this time, his objective was no longer to capture Dorgnitzburg, but to safely relieve the attacking soldiers and bring them back.

Given the unusual situation, he immediately assessed the worst-case scenario and chose to prioritize preserving his strength.

As expected, the communications officer informed the anxious Geraint of the strange situation at the city gate. Geraint hadn't anticipated this either, but judging from the fighting on the city walls, he estimated that the soldiers wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Therefore, Geraint ordered a retreat with alternating covering fire. Ultimately, they managed to bring more than half of the soldiers safely back to camp.

Yun Zhe climbed the city wall, looking at the newly added slash marks, and the blood and corpses scattered on the ground. All he could hear were the groans and cries of the wounded. He couldn't help but close his eyes and stop.

Seeing Yun Zhe's pained expression, Morrison's heart sank. He carefully stepped over the wounded and the dead to reach Yun Zhe, mentally bracing himself for punishment. Although he was still somewhat resentful—wasn't it supposed to be a feint? Why did it turn out to be a real attack?

Yun Zhe finally calmed himself down. He opened his eyes and saw Morrison standing in front of him with his head down. Yun Zhe already knew what Morrison had been thinking. He coughed lightly, "Your generals in Kurman are really interesting. You all like to launch surprise attacks during meals, don't you?"

Morrison was taken aback, then remembered that he had also ambushed Yun Zhe during mealtime. However, Yun Zhe had obviously seen through his trick back then, while he had fallen for the same tactic he had used.

"Even if it's a feint, if you don't take precautions, are you going to let them climb up the city wall, stand there for a bit, and then retreat?" Yun Zhe's words instantly dispelled Morrison's resentment, replacing it with even more fear and guilt.

Yun Zhe remained silent for a long time. Morrison, unable to bear the pressure, suddenly knelt on one knee. "My lord, it was all my fault. I underestimated the enemy. Please punish me!"

Yun Zhe glanced at Morrison. "Punishment is inevitable, but I'd like to give you a chance to mitigate it. After today's battle, can you deduce who the opposing commander is?"

Morrison was taken aback. Today's battle, to deduce the enemy commander... how could he possibly deduce that? Wait a minute, several names flashed through Morrison's mind, and he recalled them one by one. Finally, he replied somewhat awkwardly, "Sir, I really can't tell who it is, but I do have two candidates who I think are the most likely. One is Geraint, and the other is Lanmarok. Both of them are outstanding generals that Marquis Kurman has been focusing on cultivating."

Yun Zhe nodded. "Very good. Go down and find the executioner. Get thirty lashes."

Morrison's legs suddenly went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up, but he still bowed respectfully and walked down with a sullen face.

On the other hand, after the second siege battle seemed to go relatively smoothly, Kurman nodded in satisfaction and glanced at the unusually tall young knight beside him. "Did you understand?"

The young knight looked slightly lost. He glanced at the expectant Coleman, hesitated, lowered his head, and then shook it.

Seeing this, Kuhlmann wanted to sigh, but he held back. "It's okay if you don't understand. You'll understand eventually if you think about it slowly."

Upon hearing this, the young knight regained his spirits, grinned, and his eyes regained their sparkle.

"Alright, Lanmarok, now it's your turn to show your strength. Charge according to our plan!!"

Lanmarok's spirits lifted, and the light of excitement in his eyes intensified. He turned his horse around, raised his lance at the rows of black-armored cavalry not far away, and then swung it sharply. The cavalrymen let out excited shouts and ran in a whirlwind, quickly forming a black arrow on the plain, pointing straight at the heart of Philby's territory.

Watching the cavalrymen's departing figures, Kurman nodded with satisfaction.