Chapter 480 We Never Give Up
"Gwen, we held it."
Several soldiers lay on the ground covered in dust, without even the strength to move, but smiles appeared on their faces.
Gwen stood on the castle wall, leaning on her sword, and looked down.
The coalition forces of the three archdukes had retreated, leaving behind a field of corpses and a fortress riddled with holes.
How many times has this month been attacked? Seventh? Tenth?
Gwen no longer remembers.
Gwen numbly directed his men to treat the wounded and collect supplies, but his heart gradually sank.
"Sister Gwen, will we stay here forever?"
Gwen turned around and looked down at the boy standing in front of her.
In half a year, he grew a little taller, but became shorter.
Grisha moved his crutch, his left trouser leg was empty, but his right foot made a crisp sound when he stepped on the ground.
Those were left over from the coalition attack four months ago. At that time, the coalition even broke through the outer wall. The resistance forces held the castle until nightfall, and then took back the outer city area under cover of darkness.
Grisha shot down three enemies with his bow and arrow, but was caught up by the fourth one, who slashed him with a knife, shortening his body.
Gwen bandaged his wounds and made a prosthesis out of wood. Grisha liked it very much, but Gwen was heartbroken.
Gwen tried to squat down, but she had been standing on the city wall for too long today and her legs were no longer strong, so she fell to the ground.
The girl didn't care. She was covered in dust and dried blood, and it was hard to tell which was dirtier, her or the ground.
"Grisha, are you homesick?"
The boy shook his head. "I have no home any longer. White Crow can't go back. Wherever the resistance goes, I will go."
But the resistance wasn't going anywhere.
Gwen smiled bitterly, shook her head and didn't say what was in her mind.
The resistance army has experienced too many battles in the past six months.
Count Basil was badly wounded in the battle in the woods, and the other three grand dukes, who were eyeing him covetously, immediately formed a reinforcement force, nominally to assist Basil in clearing out the resistance forces, but in fact preparing to swallow up his territory.
The coalition forces focused on Basel's other territories and were not in a hurry to capture Sleddingburg. They were just pretending to fight.
But it was just a pretense for the coalition forces, and the resistance forces had to try their best to hold on.
If the coalition forces of the three grand dukes had not not exerted their full strength, or even deliberately left it alone, this fortress would have been razed to the ground long ago.
Gwen looked past Grisha and through the gap in the battlements toward the Allied Forces' camp outside the castle.
There were densely packed military camps one after another, with different family crests hanging above them. Although the three parties were nominally an allied force, they had distinct barriers between them.
Gwen knew that these soldiers were not on guard against them. The North was now in chaos with battlefields everywhere, and most of the openings of these military camps were not even facing this direction.
But for Sleddingburg, this is still an insurmountable chasm.
The resistance was trapped in this castle, unable to go anywhere.
Taking a deep breath, Gwen forced herself to suppress the hesitation in her heart and stood up.
You can't rest now.
He directed the soldiers to move the rocks, rescue the wounded who were trapped, and counted the number of soldiers killed, weapons damaged, and ammunition consumed.
From the city wall to the foot of the city wall, and then to the military camp.
Gwen was so busy that she became a little confused.
"Sister Gwen. Sister Gwen?"
The shouting sounded several times before Gwen came to her senses: "I'm fine, Grisha."
She turned around and found that she had recognized the wrong person. The person standing in front of her was not the stubborn boy, but another little girl.
She held a piece of bread in both hands and looked up timidly.
Gwen was stunned for a moment, took the pancake, and reached out to touch her head, but the little girl had already turned and ran away, hiding behind an old woman, looking over at her curiously.
Gwen looked down at herself. She was dirty and covered in blood. She laughed at herself, put the biscuit into her mouth and started eating.
"Lady Gwen, don't worry about it. She has always been so shy." The old woman smiled and opened the wooden lunch box, which contained hot soup with vegetable leaves floating in it.
"Just call me Gwen. It hasn't been easy for you these past six months."
"What's easy or not? We worked so hard to grow wheat for a whole season, but when the lord's tax collector came, we had nothing left. We grew a lot of food, but we still starved to death."
"But we also took away a lot of food, and many of the guys who joined the resistance army stayed on the battlefield." Gwen's voice became a little lower, and the biscuit in his mouth became drier and drier, and he couldn't swallow it.
But the mother-in-law shook her head.
"There will always be times of hunger and when there is not enough food, aren't you also starving with us? And it is those bandits who made us starve, not you resistance fighters."
The little girl behind her mother-in-law suddenly poked her head out and asked, "Sister Gwen, can we defeat them?"
Gwen took a sip of hot soup, swallowed the food in her mouth, stuffed the remaining half of the cake into her clothes, wiped her hands with a leaf, found a stone to sit on, but was unable to say a word of affirmation.
Finally she closed her eyes and said with some self-abandonment.
"If. If there is a miracle."
Suddenly, she opened her eyes with some confusion, and a warm little hand was placed on her head, gently soothing her.
The little girl jumped and shrank back when she saw Gwen open her eyes.
The mother-in-law laughed, like a leaky bellows. "Haha, Lady Gwen, I am lucky. I have lived for many years. I have seen meteorites fall from the sky and enter a sea of fire. I have seen empires rise and collapse. I have seen the White Scourge devour entire kingdoms. I have also seen the sea dry up and then fill up. Miracles are unpredictable."
"Oh, that's right. It's hard to say, Sister Gwen." The little girl also leaned over and said seriously.
"Miracle."
Gwen gripped the hilt of her sword and looked around.
The craftsmen directed the townspeople to bring stones to fill the gaps in the outer wall. The doctors who were caring for the wounded changed the bandages for the wounded. The young man held the hand of his dead friend and turned to walk towards the recruitment tent. The cook who was missing an eye happily carried hot porridge.
Outside are powerful enemies who can easily crush them, but the people in the castle still have hope in their eyes.
They were the resistance, and they never gave up resistance.
Gwen took a deep breath and stood up.
The hot soup she had just drunk warmed her whole body. The fear and confusion had dissipated from her heart. After moving her hands and feet, she was the fearless girl again.
"Boss! Gwen! Lord Gwen, come up and see!" Suddenly, there were chaotic shouts from the city wall.
"They're withdrawing!"
(End of this chapter)
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