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“We don’t have much time to waste.”

When Hunter and Fox entered Baron Quinier's camp, they found that all the knights under Quinier's command were gathering here, and they were convening a military meeting.

"My monarch, Count Luowen, sent a messenger and asked me what happened and it took so long to delay. My colleague Baron Yubes had successfully completed his mission and met Lord Luowen." Baron Quinier, sitting upright on the backrest in the center of the camp, said with a stern face.

He didn't want to be stolen by Baron Yubes. There would be no harm without comparison. If he didn't solve the problem of Baron Dorsten as soon as possible, perhaps his monarch would think he was a waste and not worthy of entrusting his great responsibilities.

"We can launch a general attack after Master Carlo's siege tower is completed this afternoon, take down the village of Fold, leave a portion of the soldiers to garrison, and then rush to the town of Dusseldorf and Earls of Loon to join."

Just the evening before yesterday, Master Carlo completed the construction of the siege car.

Considering that the village wall of Folder Village is not high, Master Carlo immediately organized people to continue to build a simple siege tower in the woods next to the siege camp. According to the progress of the project, it will be completed this afternoon.

"Very good, this time, we will kill all the rats on the village wall!" Baron Quinier said viciously.

After the meeting, Baron Quinnier left Hunter and Fox alone.

Hunter and Fox first reported on the results and spoils they had achieved in the past few days, which made Baron Quinier, who had been filled with bad news for several days, finally relaxed his eyebrows.

However, after hearing that they were attacked by the cunning Dorsten army, losing twenty elite cavalry and nearly half of the spoils, Baron Quinier's fire seemed to be like a clump of hay lit by flints, flaming.

"Two wastes, you can obviously bring back all the people and supplies safely, but they just relaxed their chains at the last moment!"

Hunter and Fox lowered their heads and said nothing.

"This damn Fox, who messed up everything, was flirting with me on the road just now, and was right. Now, when I needed explanation in front of Lord Quinier, he was like a mouse who saw a cat!" Hunter was also angry, but he had no place to scatter, so he had to glar at Fox with hatred.

After cursing for a while, Baron Quinnier's anger faded a little. His sanity was returning, kicking away his anger bit by bit.

He felt a little upset that he hadn't controlled his emotions just now. Hell, the bad news that has been coming recently has made his temper worse and worse.

"But at least, you have done something, and I won't hold you accountable this time!" Quinnier's mood finally returned to normal, and the two of them lowered their heads finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Listen to Hunter, in the afternoon's general attack, you will follow the siege tower with the pedestrian cavalry, and you will have to take down their village walls! If even those militias cannot be killed, don't come back to see me. I will take back your territory and titles. I don't need an incompetent waste to serve me."

"Don't worry, my monarch!" Hunter felt a numbness on his back and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He could feel that Baron Quinier was not joking this time. Quinier was really anxious this time. If he could not take the general attack this time, there was no doubt that as he said, his monarch Earl Loyon would think he was an incompetent waste.

Hunter walked out of the camp and felt as if a big rock was pressing his heart, which made him breathless.

The soldiers around were chopping wood and making fires, preparing ingredients for today's lunch. They were chatting lazily while doing their work, laughing rudely from time to time. It seemed that they didn't know that some people might have eaten at lunch today as the last meal they had in their lives.

Hunter turned his gaze to the village of Fold, and the cold wind blowing from the east blew the rising smoke from the village towards the direction of the Rhine River. He saw the catapult tower on the west wall of the village, and faintly he had a bad premonition.

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The moat in the town of Düsseldorf is dark red.

To be precise, this horror phenomenon occurred after Count Luoweng led his army to siege the place.

Due to the severe cold, a very thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the moat, which slowed down the circulation of the river. At this time, a large amount of urine and feces were floating in the moat that was neither wide nor narrow, and the rotten corpses of the siege soldiers, and the soil and hay bundles used by the siegemen to fill the river.

The clearings in front of the moat were filled with dark red and dried blood. The bodies and wounded had been transported back by Count Luoweng, so there were only siege ladders that were pushed down by the defenders, arrows inserted in the soil and shields, as well as weapons, shields and river filling tools that were not available to pick up.

The town of Dusseldorf now has become a veritable island. Earl Berg is anxiously watching Earl Loon's convoy bringing them supplies continuously, while his granary is consuming and shriveling at an astonishing speed.

None of the messengers sent by Count Berg before the siege came back, because the messengers had just set off that day for a few hours, Count Loon's army surrounded the town of Dusseldorf and sent troops to guard the three gates of the west, south and north of the town.

Earl Loyon could block the town gate, but could not block the airspace of Dusseldorf. In the past few days, carrier pigeons have been flying from all directions of the territory into the pigeon cages of the pigeon breeders in the town, but the news brought back by the carrier pigeons is really worse than the other.

Damn Earl Loon expected that Earl Berg might have a cooperation with other nobles in the territory, so he sent two elite troops to attack his vassal in a dispersed state.

Now, except for the Baron Dorsten in the north and the Baron Vitral in the south, which is remote and easy to defend and difficult to attack, other territories have encountered huge blows. It is difficult for the lords to gather effective resistance forces if they are dead or flee.

"Wellerman, I feel that God has abandoned me." Earl Berg, standing on the wall of the town, looked at the siege camp of Earl Loon in the distance, and said in frustration, allowing the whistling cold wind to blow away his neatly long hair, making his face unconscious.

The quartermaster Mr. Weileman sighed: "At least, Baron Cooser and Baron Wolf have not been completely captured yet, and some of their troops have been restrained. This is a blessing in disgrace."

"The casualties on both sides were very serious. Yesterday they returned an army that plundered my vassal territory and received food and supplies for soldiers. If Koother and Wolf could not defend, Count Loon would get more supplies again, and we would always have to consume. My God, what sin did I commit? To punish me so cruelly?" Count Berg shook his head unmoved and said to himself.

"Sir, there is actually good news coming. I heard from the spy that he sent back with a flying pigeon. Baron Quinier, a capable general under Earl of Loeun, encountered a tough fight this time. He attacked a knight-leader castle in Foldburg. It has been almost a week and hasn't taken it down yet." The thin spy leader on the side said with a boost.

"Hmm?" Earl Berg turned around in confusion, "Is it Sir Simon's castle?"

"That's right!"

"Then I'm not surprised." Earl Berg nodded, feeling a little better.

He still remembers Simon, the guy who is good at creating miracles, left a deep impression on him.

Whether it is God's sage and increase his prosperity in the territory, resisting the invasion of Norman pirates, or showing a dazzling performance in the arena of Dresden, this year, this guy and his territory are thriving at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his reputation comes faster than his people.

"Hahaha, that is to say, Baron Quinier, the capable general under Count Luowen, was like a waste. He spent a week but couldn't even fight a mere Knight Fort! Perhaps we can let everyone know this exciting news and increase the morale of the soldiers!" Quartermaster Old Weileman suggested with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!