Francine was a little overwhelmed by this sudden question, but her superb and excellent diplomatic skills enabled her to quickly calm down.
"Of course! If you are willing, I am willing to be your pioneer, even though I say I am a woman."
Francine performed a standard samurai etiquette to Walls, which was an honor that only an outstanding samurai could perform. Walls nodded and motioned for Francine to follow him.
"Let's fight together! Tonight will be a sleepless night."
Walls said meaningfully.
Just as Wals said, Falvia had already summoned his troops, and most of them had begun to advance towards Shariz. The troops of Pearl Light Alva were also recruited by Falvia. These soldiers who followed Pearl Light Alva had to fight with Falvia under Falvia's majesty. In this battle, Falvia was going to send those soldiers who were loyal to Pearl Light Alva to lead the charge. This was obviously to send them to die, but if they wanted to resist, Falvia could wipe out these soldiers with one hand. Then she would charge them with treason, and everything could be covered up.
People were more willing to believe what Falvia said. As for Alva, the light of pearls, the queen whose power was taken away, could only cry secretly in a dark corner. So, in order not to break up with Falvia, these loyal soldiers could only lead the charge for Falvia.
"Don't worry! This time, Sultan Hakim's soldiers have lost all their fighting spirit. The only one who can fight against us is Wals, whom you let go! If you hadn't let Wals go, they wouldn't have to fight so hard!"
Falvia spoke to Pearl of Light Alva in an almost blaming tone, it was indeed a miscalculation on the part of Pearl of Light Alva, he suddenly realized that he could not confront Falvia in this way, but should be more forbearing.
After hearing Falvia's words, Alva, the Pearl of Light, could only lower his head silently. He did not ask to go to the battlefield in this battle because he only needed to wait for good news in the camp.
Who knew what crazy things those soldiers loyal to him would do with him around?
At this time, Falvia went to the front line in person. Walls had stepped up his war preparations. The city walls were filled with new recruits he had recruited from his territory. Of course, after many battles, the number of new recruits lost was quite large, and most of them were Nord warriors stationed on the city walls.
At the same time, Hakim Sultan also sent Chief Diu to appoint him to manage half of his own troops, while the other half was handed over to Wals for command. Because Wals had superb command ability, Hakim Stan gave half of his troops to him for command.
However, whether it was the soldiers led by Chief Diu or the Sarande soldiers commanded by Wals, these Sarande soldiers had a common characteristic, exactly the same as their lord Sultan Hakim, they had completely lost their fighting spirit. Wals could only shake his head, and for a moment he could not think of any good way to inspire the fighting spirit of these Sarande soldiers.
It was a night with a bright moon. In the desert, even the clear night sky was unusually cold. Wals looked closely at the east, where Falvia's troops were about to advance. At this moment, he heard a crisp sound of footsteps from the ancient city wall.
"King Karad, what are you waiting for?"
It was a clear, loud and beautiful female voice, and Walls couldn't help but look back. Just as Walls guessed, the person approaching him was Francine.
At this time, Francine had taken off his previous attire and was wearing a special chain mail that provided effective defense. It was not only powerful but also light. There were two scimitars on his waist, which were his most proud weapons.
"You want to join the battle?"
Walls asked with a hint of suspicion.
Francine glared at Walls, thank goodness he had the guts to do that.
"Of course! I have fought with Falvia!"
As she spoke, Francine pulled out the two scimitars from her waist. When the two scimitars came out of the scabbards, Walsh narrowed his eyes. He could see that these two scimitars were not ordinary weapons.
In fact, for Walls, he is more concerned about Falvia's strength.
"You just said you fought with Falvia? If so, what do you think of his strength?"
Francine also knew the seriousness of the problem, and she immediately retracted her attitude of wanting to show off her strength.
He said seriously: "Very powerful! In the Sarand Sultanate, I didn't meet an opponent who could defeat me until he appeared."
"you?"
He looked incredulous, as if he had seen the biggest lie in the world.
Unconsciously, his eyes looked at Francine's palms. The palms holding the two sharp blades were so white and tender. They were not the hands of swordsmen at all. If he was a swordsman, he would have thick calluses on his hands, which were formed over time. Looking at Francine's young appearance and her hands, Walls found it hard to believe the first half of what he had just said.
"You don't believe me?"
Francine was a little angry. She wanted to change Wals's mind completely. Suddenly, the two scimitars swung in his hands for a few moves, and he took a full-fledged stance. Wals' pupils shrank suddenly. He could see that Francine had taken this stance, which was full of strength and difficult to break through no matter which direction she attacked from. There was no doubt that this was indeed a powerful general.
No wonder! No wonder he stayed by Sultan Hakim's side. In addition to possessing an extraordinary mind, he also possessed powerful military force. It was natural for such a person to stay by the side of a country's ruler.
At this moment, Francine heard a roar behind her.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
Amirida quickly came behind Francine. Someone was waving two sharp blades in front of the monarch he served. This was a great disrespect and even a suspicion of murder. As a knight of Wals, Amirida must protect the safety of his master.
"It's okay! He just wants to prove his ability to me! It doesn't matter, we must step up our preparations for war, Falvia will definitely attack tonight."
As soon as Wals finished speaking, he heard a sharp scream behind him. It turned out to be from a Sarand soldier.
The Sarande soldier pointed his finger forward, and even the darkness could not hide the fear in his eyes. At the same time, his companions seemed to have reacted. In the desert in the distance, a group of people and horses rushed towards here.
"Except for Falvia, I can't think of anyone else who could make such a big fuss about that matter?"
Wals seemed to be talking to someone else or to himself. Francine and Amirida stared straight ahead. The city of Shariz had strong walls, but no one knew how long it could hold out.
Soon, almost at the moment when the Sarande soldiers screamed, a huge monster appeared in front of everyone. Whether it was because of the Sarande soldiers' screams or because of the appearance of the huge monster, after the rolling dust, a huge siege tower appeared in front of everyone. Suddenly, everyone on the wall, whether standing or sitting, all looked at the huge monster. The huge siege tower was big enough to climb the wall of Sharez City.
Panic and fear spread quickly among Salander and the soldiers like a plague.
The Sarranid soldiers wanted to escape from the battlefield, but after watching many of their companions die tragically in front of them, they no longer wanted to fight Falvia.
Wals just glanced to his left and right and found that dozens of Sarranid soldiers were fleeing. On the section of the city wall near him, except for the Nord warriors he had stationed, there was no trace of Sarranid soldiers.
No! Except for one person.
Perhaps it was because of the cover of night, or perhaps it was because he was quiet enough, the hermit that Wals had seen during the day stood on the city wall like a monument. He did not flee like the Sarande soldiers, but silently drew his peculiarly shaped sword.
Quicksand! This is the name of this sword, and Wals already knows the origin of this person.
A sleepless night! Danzi said to himself silently, everything seemed so quiet, looking at the Sarande soldiers who had escaped beside him, his sword would become the last resistance.
Although the overall situation has been decided, there are obviously still people who want to turn the tide.
“所有人,所有人都给我停下来,拿起你们的武器,在你们的生活是沙瑞兹城市里面的居民,如果那些叛军攻破了这一道防线,那么他们一定会伤害城市里面的居民来供他们消遣,这是最后一战,法尔维娅一定会消灭所有的抵抗力量。而你们的亲人和朋友也不得幸免。”
这是一个响亮的男性声音,它来源于城墙的下面,沃尔斯等一干人将自己的视线挪到城墙的下面。只看见一个身穿重型铠甲的男子毅然屹立在那里,那是迪乌酋长,现在忠诚于哈基姆苏丹当中的一位领主。
当他说完这一句话的时候,他拔出了自己手中的长剑,沃尔斯一眼便可以看得出来那是把利刃,因为是在晚上,看着四周那些侍卫都举起了火把。他的忠诚的侍卫跟随萨兰德苏丹国的迪乌酋长踏上了城墙。
有了迪乌酋长作为楷模,很快,萨兰德士兵都拿起武器缓缓的登上城墙,迪乌酋长认为自己要在最后一战当中做出榜样。他径直走到沃尔斯的面前。
“卡拉德国王,按照哈基姆苏丹所说的那样,一半士兵交由我来指挥,而另外一半士兵就交给你来指挥了。希望你的统帅才能能够帮助我们打赢外面的强敌。法尔维娅这一次将会对我们发动决战。”
迪乌酋长说的慷慨激昂,他挥舞着手中的长剑奔向了自己的作战地点。那一段城墙将用他的生命来捍卫。
沃尔斯对着他的背影点了点头,本来他还想要和迪乌酋长交谈一下,但是现在战况紧急,时间容不得他再多说一句话了。
“你是一个好样的领主,我手下的那一批人都将以你为榜样。”
沃尔斯对着迪乌酋长远处的背影说道。
回过头,之前那一个庞然大物,比之前任何一辆攻城塔都要庞大的家伙已经走过了一半的路程。在攻城塔的左右两边,有拿着盾牌的武士进行护卫,在盾牌的防守阵线之下,攻城塔的后面一群士兵推动这个庞然大物。
按理说攻城塔是木质结构,如果使用火箭的话就有机会将它给燃烧,只要攻城塔被烧得一干二净,那么法尔维娅就算本领再大也无法将他的士兵登上城墙。
“弓箭手!将你们的箭头点上火焰,对准那一个攻城塔进行射击。”
沃尔斯对着自己手下的士兵说道,诺德弓箭手威力虽然不大,但是人数众多的他们迅速将自己的弓箭对准了远处的攻城塔。萨兰德士兵也和诺德弓箭手一样拿起了弓箭,他们的目标就是沃尔斯所说的攻城塔。
第一波箭雨就这样出现了,它扑过漆黑的夜晚,在月光的照耀之下,萨兰德叛军可以清楚的看见箭头上面反射的寒光,不过这些寒光无法阻挡他们前进的意志。现在的萨兰德叛军斗志昂扬,这些箭头只能够催促着他们加速前行。
这一群萨兰德叛军斗志昂扬,他们的最高指挥官法尔维娅也同样指挥着他们的士兵进行反击。一排萨兰德叛军的弓箭手已经搭建好自己的阵势。
与此同时,一排又一排举着火把的萨兰德士兵举起了盾牌他们这些盾牌可以有效的为自己身后的萨兰德弓箭手抵挡伤害。只听法尔维娅一声令下,在沃尔斯的弓箭手射完第一波箭雨之后,法尔维娅的反击立刻就达到了效果,那些躲在城垛后面的弓箭手们,其中有一部分中箭而亡。
见此情景,沃尔斯也并没有任何的慌张,这样的情况他见多了。眼前法尔维娅的部队密密麻麻,而且个个都更斗志昂扬,反观自己这里的士兵有一半都是灰心丧气的,如果让这些家伙登上城墙,那么沙瑞兹一定会被攻破的。沃尔斯的大脑飞速的转动着,他要想办法破解这个难题。
另一方面,迪乌酋长也是满头大汗的,他指挥自己的士兵向攻城塔发动攻击,第二波箭雨再一次出现。遮天蔽日的火箭纷纷落在攻城塔之上,似乎沃尔斯的策略已经奏效的。那一个攻城塔很快就被点燃了,顿时在城墙上面的萨兰德士兵纷纷高声呐喊,可是他们还没有开心多久的时候,法尔维娅的第二波箭雨接踵而至。
这些因为极其高兴而蹦跳而起的萨兰德弓箭手有相当一部分中箭而亡。
沃尔斯此时才意识到事情的严重性,看样子法尔维娅并不想用那一个庞然大物的攻城塔作为攻城用的攻城塔,法尔维娅已经把这一座攻城塔当作了弃子。
因为在沃尔斯的视野当中,一个,两个,三个,整整三个攻城塔出现在沃尔斯的眼睛当中。这三座攻城塔并没有之前的那一座攻城塔那样庞大,但是他们三座攻城塔齐头并进威力依然不容小觑。只要他接近了城墙,那么源源不断的士兵就会登上城墙和萨兰德士兵进行肉搏战。而这些而这些早已经灰心丧气的萨兰德士兵根本无力和敌人进行白刃作战,如果进行白刃战的话,一定是沃尔斯这一方惨败而归。
在城墙下面的法尔维娅,他骑着自己心爱的战马,战马有着白色纯洁的毛发,这是一匹上层的骏马,左右两边分别是他得力大将,这一次他把所有领主的大将都带了过来,除去自己的得力干将之外,还有着12位得力将领。
这12位得力将领都是效忠珍珠之光阿尔瓦的领主的手下得力干将。此次征召参加这次沙瑞兹攻城战,法尔维娅已经决定要让这12位得力干将和自己的手下一同冲锋。
想到这里,法尔维娅的眼神突然就变得犀利起来,他紧紧的盯着城墙之上,眼珠子从左到右从右到左不停的在寻找着一个人晤,那就是曾经施展计谋埋伏攻击于他的沃尔斯。至此,在这一座城市里面也只有他才能够成为自己的对手。
虽然说自己的部队在白天的时候很沃尔斯交过手,这样的话自己的士兵一定会有所疲惫,但是对方何尝不是一样?在同样疲惫的情况之下双方再一次交战,法尔维娅就是要打沃尔斯一个措手不及。
今夜的风带着阵阵的寒冷,在法尔维娅的身后是12位全副武装的武将,他们有的拿着巨剑有的拿着镰刀,标枪和剑刃以及那厚重的铠甲无一不看的出来他们都是全副武装的重型战士。
不仅有着12位全副武装的战士,法尔维娅的附近还有着他直属的得力干将,这些人若是一齐冲上城墙的话,不知道沃尔斯还有多大的能耐能够接下来抵挡他们的进攻。
“拉克曼!我知道你曾经和沃尔斯手下的一位大将有着过节,在这一次战斗当中,你就亲自和他交手去吧,佩恩斯,马特森,你们各自寻找一个最强劲的对手,挡住过他的那些得力干将,而我自己亲自上阵来对付沃尔斯。”
法尔维娅开始向着自己的麾下下达的命令,在城墙上面,沃尔斯将这一切似乎都看在眼里。尽管月光比较昏暗,在黑夜的掩护下面,这一支不同寻常的人马还是被沃尔斯一一看在眼里。他们的冷酷的气质,以及形如流水的动作,就无一不让人感觉到他们绝对是一支特种部队。
陡然之间,沃尔斯身后冷汗一冒,他知道这并不是什么特种部队,而是从领主手下征调过来的各方大将,因为他们拿着的武器个个都不一样,穿戴的铠甲也并非都是制式铠甲。
这样一来的话,要是他们登上了城墙,必将展开一场屠杀。沃尔斯急忙命令自己的诺德皇家侍卫向自己靠拢,集中火力准备和法尔维娅决一死战。与此同时,那三座攻城塔似乎已经快要逼近到城墙上面的,最大的那一座如同山一般的攻城塔已经燃烧得快要坍塌的,但是他还是在最后一口气的时候逼近到城墙上面,站在城墙上面的沃尔斯士兵茫然无知的看着这一座攻城塔,他们不明白为什么这一座攻城塔还要拼死的挤到前面来?现在她已经被烧得面目全非了,恐怕下一秒的时候,这一座攻城塔便会轰然倒塌。
在场的除了沃尔斯等一干人将这种计谋看透了之外,就再也没有人看透这个计谋了,那三座攻城塔已经逼近了城墙,他们行进的速度比起那一个如同山一般的攻城塔的速度还要快得多,因为在这些攻城塔的后面推动他的都是一些最精壮最强大的士兵。
沃尔斯连忙喊过自己最得力的干将艾米瑞达,以及那些艾雷恩等领主,这些人会聚到沃尔斯的身边,攻城塔轰然接近到城墙上面,第一个攻城塔已经将他们的攻城云梯搭在城墙上面。紧接着萨兰德的士兵就如同潮水一般涌了上来。
"Hurry up, Emilida, lead some people to stop them. I can feel that there are some strong opponents among these Sarande soldiers. There is no doubt that they are all capable generals under the Sarande rebel lord. Emilida hopes that you can deal with them carefully."
Emilida nodded, not daring to worry about what Wals said. Soon he led a team of Nordic royal guards to the vicinity of the first siege tower. But in the next second, the second siege tower was close to the city wall. When Wals ordered the archers to shoot at a siege tower, it might not be as easy as the first time, because just now, he had used a lot of arrows on the mountain-like siege tower. In this case, the remaining arrows might not be enough to destroy the three siege towers in front of him.
It turned out that Sultan Hakim had lost too many military supplies due to repeated defeats in battles.