If you have a little understanding of the history of this world, you will find that, not to mention other races, as far as humans are concerned, almost every country, every city-state and even village has had bloody battles.
This is true for small kingdoms in barren mountains and rivers, and it is also true for major empires that claim to be noble and civilized.
From stones, to sticks, to bronze, to wrought iron, to steel. The methods of fighting and the weapons used have been continuously improved, and the resulting number of war deaths has increased from dozens to hundreds to thousands to tens of thousands - but has the nature of the battle ever changed?
Using luxurious clothing and strict bloodline concepts, nobles distinguished themselves from ordinary people.
Houses were built, and in the great cities of the great empire people began to pay attention to so-called civilization and etiquette.
Complex languages, words, images, and songs were created and sung. If you just look at it visually, the appearance of the humans on the Rigar continent is very different from that of a thousand years ago.
They live better and look better. It seems like the perfect theory of the alchemist. People are getting closer to God step by step and becoming noble and holy step by step.
But, is that really the case?
Blood is flowing.
Drops of scarlet fell on the battlements of the outpost city wall, sliding down the wall that was blown by the thousand-year-old wind of the Ecasta Plain.
Hatred, unwillingness, pain.
The soldier whose throat was pierced by an arrow lay down on the cold stone city wall in winter with such an expression. The roar gradually became clearer, followed by the sound of gold and iron and the roar of the bowstring.
The curses and shouts of death did not stop for a moment below. The expressions of the soldiers on both sides were distorted and manic. They waved their weapons at each other with angrily eyes.
The so-called civilization and the so-called progress were easily shattered at this moment like thin ice on a lake in winter. Everyone was roaring, shouting, and crazy like their ancestors who lived in forests and caves and drank blood. Do whatever you can to try and kill the other person.
The big leather-booted feet stepped heavily on the dirt ground, and the one-handed long sword of Sivalier style was thrust forward, twisted hard, and then pulled out with a pool of blood.
But the owner of the sword was hit in the forehead by an arrow from the crossbowman on the battlement of the sentinel in the next second. His eyes widened and he lay down.
"Return to the fort! Return to the fort!" The knight wearing a blue mountain lion robe shouted loudly, and at the same time he vigorously shook the half-sword in his hand to block the opponent's attack.
The number of people fighting under Fort Ellen was not particularly large. It was captured by Sivalier in one fell swoop and many changes were added to it after that. The most noteworthy one is that the number of defenders was reduced. It increased to more than three times - which is why they can have a 50-50 draw with these menacing Sivaliers.
"Hold on! Hold on!" The knight wearing only simple chain armor and a light helmet shouted loudly. The few people behind the Aveneras who retreated urgently were surrounded and killed by the Sivaliers, who pushed forward in a hurry A soldier who tried to close the first wooden door was stabbed through the throat by a sword thrust through the gap and fell to the ground.
"Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!"
"Bang!" The soldier who fell on the ground was pushed aside rudely, and the wooden door opened and two or three Sivalier knights rushed in. But as the Knight of Avenella shouted, the crossbowman above the fort threw away his weapon, grabbed his ax, and slashed at the hemp rope tied next to him.
"Crack-! Clang-" The second gate made of wrought iron was a lattice-like fence with spikes at the bottom. It fell hard from the top of the city gate, leaving no time for the Sivalier people to react.
"Ahhh!" The plate armor's defense was not worth mentioning in front of the iron door that weighed hundreds of kilograms. The spikes easily penetrated the knight's back armor and penetrated deeply into his spine, impaling him. On the ground.
"Pour the oil!" The heavily renovated Ellen Outpost added many new highly lethal city defense facilities. The boiled tung oil was poured down from the opening above the city gate, and then several more people rushed in. But the knights of Sivalier who were blocked by the iron gate all looked up following the sound of water.
"Ahhhhh!" The plate armor, which was tightly erected by the leather armed belt, became a life-threatening disaster in this situation. The tung oil was mixed with extremely sticky resin, causing them to stick to the metal surface. Above, the high temperature was scorching the knights of Sivalier. The leading Knight of Avenella came to the wall of the outpost, carefully explored the outside, and then ordered his men to go to the letter room and send a raven to Wavasika.
The Raven Message Room is also another brand-new improvement. In the past, Avenella did not attach much importance to this method of air message transmission. Because of its small land area, it would be very difficult for Ellen's Post to send riders on horseback to several nearby cities. It can be reached quickly, and unless it is two places far apart, almost no one will use it - and this, along with many other places, caused heavy losses to Avenella last time.
The sound of metal colliding and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard one after another. Several Sivalier knights, whose exposed skin was all red and blistered, fell to the ground and bursts of mist appeared. Dead bodies were lying on the ground at the door of the outpost. But it was still much smaller than another fight this fall.
"Bah, bang, bang—" The raven flew away from the building behind the fort. The Sivaliers naturally noticed it, but without their crossbows, they could only kick in place and do nothing.
"Damn it! Withdraw!" The Sivaliya people roared loudly in Sivaliya language and finally left a dozen corpses and retreated towards Inznir.
"Huh..." The nearly one hundred Avenella soldiers who stayed behind at the outpost took a long breath, but everyone knew that this was just the beginning.
The number of Sivalier troops who attacked the outpost was not large. Judging from the chaotic combination and low combat effectiveness, it seems that it is probably just the personal behavior of some young knights. The soldiers who were defeated in Avenella before They are all the most elite knights in Sivalier, so it is expected that the people who come this time appear to be inexperienced. Despite this, they still caused some casualties, and rumors began to spread within the fort due to resentment and hatred.
In the months since the First World War on the Plains of Ecasta, the national self-respect and pride of the Avenella people has expanded crazily like leavened bread. The asymmetry between countries in the past two centuries has led to various accumulations among the people. This kind of old and new hatred has been heating up, and coupled with the recent attack on Wawaseka Fort, which suffered heavy casualties, less than two hours after the Raven was sent out, the defenders of Ellen's Fort who had completed repairs decided arbitrarily to attack Inznir retaliates.
After leaving only a dozen recruits and some wounded waiting for the reinforcements coming from Wawasika, this mighty Avenella army pursued the retreating Sivaliyas.
Thinking that they had reinforcements from the direction of Wawasika, they rushed over confidently, while Edward and Charles, who had received letters from the other direction, eagerly wrote back asking them not to act rashly. 1
The time difference in the transmission of information caused the pursuing Avenella army to run into the Sivalier soldiers who were furious because of the previous attack on Znil without reinforcements. The coat of arms marked with the mountain lion The moment they came into view, they all drew out their swords.
"Vavasica's cavalry will be here soon! Everyone, fight bravely! Long live Avenella! Long live Prince Edward!"
"Long live!"
The Avenella army chanting slogans fought with the Sivaliya people, and the anxious Varvasica rushed to dispatch the army after receiving a reply and knowing that they had chosen to pursue them arbitrarily. But all I saw were corpses strewn across the field.
"...Damn it!!" The heads of the Avenella knights were chopped off in anger by the Sivaliers and then stuck in place with spears. All their robes were torn off and placed on the ground. Stomped again and again.
The stench of blood and viscera filled the open space in front of the forest from Fort Ellen to Inznir. The young Sir Avenella who led the investigation was so angry that he led the cavalry to the area. He rushed towards Inznir, but fortunately his older sergeant finally stopped him.
The news went all the way back to Wawasika. Prince Edward let out a long sigh with an extremely distressed expression, and then slumped down on a chair in the conference room of the City Lord's Mansion.
"Now I just hope that the envoy can bring some good news..." said the exhausted His Royal Highness. The envoy who went to Inznil carrying a letter written by himself and stamped with the royal seal has still not sent back any news. So far, the envoy has not sent back any news. These frictions are still within the scope of mediation, and Edward wholeheartedly hopes that they will not worsen——
But apparently, it backfired again.
"..."
With a face full of fear, the short Sivalier merchant presented him with a wooden box sent by the Sivalier nobles of Inznir. Inside lay the dead head of the envoy who had set out a few days ago. Edward's face was livid. The blood vessels near his temples bulged, and he gritted his teeth so hard - the messenger's death was only one of the reasons, and the other reason was the Sivali name on the letter that was sent with the head. Seal of King Ye's family.
"At least if it's just... the arbitrariness of some nobles..." The delicate parchment letter was crumpled into a ball by Edward and then fell to the ground. He did not make it difficult for the merchant who delivered the letter. He just waved his hand and let it go. The trembling businessman left here.
"...Your Highness, the conflict seems to have reached an irreconcilable level." Charles said with a stern expression on the side. Two days ago, the troops searching for the unknown army found an abandoned painting in the Protasia Forest. The coats of arms of Civalier and Avenella, which were obviously brought from the empire by the Padrosi, considering that no knights were attacked within the kingdom.
There is no difference between Avenella and Silvalier-style armor, because they are both customized by the knights themselves. Therefore, the other party can easily disguise themselves as the armies of the two countries as long as they carry two sets of burqas.
It didn't matter that Silvalier's burqa was abandoned, but the fact that Avenella's burqa was also there immediately made Edward and others vigilant. The other party's abandonment of the burqa could only mean that they had achieved their goal. The coastline of Avenella is desolate and long, and it is not difficult as long as the other party wants to escape secretly. Considering this, they immediately began to probe for information from Sivalier——
Avenella, who had always been quite slow in this regard, reacted promptly this time. Later, he learned that an inhumane massacre had taken place in Inznir. Edward's uneasiness became more intense, but he still expected to be given a detailed explanation. The messenger can save the situation in time to avoid falling into the worst situation.
Solve the problem diplomatically and try not to let the situation worsen, because the Padrossians are the real enemies. Edward is not without thoughtful consideration, which once again proves the excellent character of this prince to a considerable extent.
It's a pity...the idea of wanting to prevent the war is only unique to the prince. The knights and soldiers of both sides, whether it is Avenella or Sivalier, are full of anger towards each other and lack a truly effective army. The soldiers of the two countries managed by the system acted arbitrarily, and the anger and hatred finally broke out today.
However, to put it in a very cruel and cold-blooded way, the arbitrary decisions among these soldiers, which cost more than a hundred lives in total, were not really a big problem.
At least compared to the declaration of war on Avenella written by Philip II himself.
It's really not that big of an issue.
"...I thought there would be someone in West Vallier who could tell that this is a pool of muddy water." Edward sighed with a gray face. Charles was silent in response, while Henry on the side sighed.
"The Lord must not be angry and raise an army, and the general must not be angry and lead to war." The sage said.
"Sivalier is really unfortunate to have such a stupid king."
The words echoed in the hall of the City Lord's Mansion, where there were only three people. The sky in the distance was gloomy, and the violent winter rain seemed to be coming.
