"That's what defending a city is like,"
Prince Androff said to Laurent with a complaint:
"You see, I spent a lot of effort on my first line of defense, but it was cleared out in less than a morning. Looking back in hindsight, it might have been better for me not to build the first line of defense, but how did you know in advance that the enemy's The trebuchets were so ferocious.”
Laurent listened to the Duke's words and took note of them silently.
"Yes, Duke, before the Fordusans arrived, you and I both thought that the defense was adequate." Laurent said slowly.
A fierce siege broke out after a fire was set off at the stone bridge to stop the enemy.
It was in the afternoon, and a fire was burning on the stone bridge. The Fudusan people were marching. They held up their big shields, braved piles of flying arrows, and threw the sand and soil in their leather bags onto the burning stone bridge. .
The sharp arrows and stones dealt a heavy blow to the Fudusan people under the city, leaving bodies that were either charred or shot by arrows on the stone bridge, but in the end, the fire on the stone bridge was extinguished.
Ferdusan's warriors pushed the tall ladder over, and the siege engines were also pushed onto the stone bridge. Laurent and Duke Andev did not care to sigh at the superb skills of the dwarves, and immediately organized their soldiers to prepare. A bloody battle at the top of the city.
The city defense war is divided into two stages: city wall defense and street fighting, and the most important is the former, because once the city wall is lost, the fate of the city is almost doomed.
The siege vehicles gradually approached, and the defenders, led by knights and officers, threw torches. However, it was obvious that the surface of the siege vehicles was coated with several layers of mud for fire protection. The torches and oil did not play the expected role. .
The Leiden people who climbed up the city wall held various shields in front. The siege vehicles lowered the wooden bridge. Piles of Fudusan people poured out. The experienced Fudusan soldiers rushed in front with their shields to protect the people behind them. The soldiers fought for space to climb the city.
As far as the defense of the city wall is concerned, it is crucial to defeat the enemy's troops who have climbed onto the city wall, so the Leydon people climbed up. Everyone knows that this group of barbarians are the best infantry.
The Garda warriors drew their swords and battle axes and advanced bravely. They passed the other defenders, shouting "Kazahfolhuri" and drew strength from the roars of others.
They smashed into the Fudusan people like hammers, killing without hesitation. They met Sergeant Fudusan, and used brute force and richer experience in infantry combat to push back and frighten the enemy.
The Leyton people in the front attacked and killed, and the defenders in the rear followed up bravely under the leadership of knights and sergeants. There were also countless stones and arrows hurled from the city wall towards the Fudusan people who entered the siege vehicle.
Fighting broke out on the city wall, and it was not until nightfall that the two sides separated at the sound of the retreat horn of the Fudusan people.
Dusk recedes slowly.
Among the defenders, Dosako fought the hardest. If the people around him hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed into the siege truck.
However, the enemy's head did not heal Dosacco's pain. He destroyed the enemy's body, chopped off the hands and feet to vent his anger, and then kicked it to the ground, kicking it into the mud like a ball of leather.
The siege tower and ladder gradually faded away.
In order to cover the retreat of the Fordusans and prevent the pursuit of the Marton River City defenders, the counterweight trebuchet was slowly pushed forward.
Under the command of the dwarven craftsmen, the boulders were loaded into the trebuchet.
With the sound of the pulley throwing the pole, the boulders flew out and hit the city wall. The defenders suddenly felt an earthquake-like sensation. Groups of soldiers lost their footing and fell to the ground.
The bombardment of trebuchets continued. In addition to hitting the city wall, many catapults flew into the city.
In an instant, houses collapsed, thick smoke spread, and people fled one after another. Houses near the city wall fell into huge rocks.
The boulders kept whizzing by, the civilians' blood splattered, and their eyes turned a tragic red.
By the time the trebuchet stopped, the mansions near the city wall had been destroyed to pieces and turned into ruins, and the surroundings were filled with the atmosphere left after the war.
The Fudusan people finally retreated temporarily, but not many people celebrated. They were silent under the fierce bombardment of boulders.
After the Duke took a breath, he ordered people to clean up the battlefield, and then asked people to send money to the soldiers and organize a small celebration.
After cleaning the battlefield, the people of Leiden climbed down the city wall. They were going to drink and rest, because they won this battle, although it was only temporary.
Dosako crossed the destroyed houses. He was not in much mood. At this moment, except going into battle to kill the enemy, he felt irritable about everything.
His brother Shaq died, and only revenge for Shaq made sense to him.
Dosacco went to the tavern and bought a large pitcher of ale. He drank it all in one gulp and then paid for more. This continued for an entire hour, almost drowning him in the drink.
He still felt angry, and his anger was not relieved by this morning's fighting, but intensified. He chanted the blessing of Kars, the god of war, so that he could kill more southern cowards tomorrow.
Dosacco staggered out of the tavern without knowing how much he had drunk. He looked at the city where the curfew was about to be curfewed. The streets were deserted and the lights in the houses were dim.
Dosacco felt resentful. He hated the city and these southerners.
He punched the wall angrily, causing his calloused hand to crack and bleed.
Dosacco looked up at this time and saw a foreign object in the sky. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was the Church's Circle of Truth.
He spat on the ground, walked on the street, and unknowingly came to a place with a good view.
Dosacco saw the church, which was brightly lit.
Believing men and women, old and weak women and children gathered from inside the church to outside the church. They closed their eyes, lowered their heads, and clasped their hands together.
Dosakko leaned over and heard the sound of the monks reading scriptures in his ears. He also heard a pause after reading a section of the scriptures. A person from the south shouted "My Lord is above". The monks continued to read the scriptures. After reading a section, they paused. The people from the south saluted and praised the Lord again.
The true believers are at mass.
The Garda warrior felt dizzy. He didn't know why he had to lean over. Was it to laugh at and ridicule these southerners?
Dosacco himself didn't know what he was thinking, but he leaned over anyway, smelling of alcohol.
Dosacco squeezed into the crowd roughly, and saw a blond man wearing a white chasuble standing in front of the icon, reciting scriptures, lifting the Holy Eucharist, and then cutting it into pieces.
The man raised another piece of communion bread. Dossacco felt that his head was unclear, and he looked at the round and white piece of communion bread.
The man was mumbling something until a certain sentence fell.
Dosako suddenly woke up from his drunkenness.
The Garda warrior was overcome by an indescribable rage.
The man said mass not only for them, but also for their enemies!
He saw the man holding up the Eucharist and heard the man say:
"Lord, forgive us and forgive our enemies. Lord, please save the world, both for us and for our enemies."
How dare that person pray to God to forgive and save his enemies? !
How dare that man also say mass for his enemies? ! How dare you comfort the soul of your enemy? !
Dosacco could not help but surge up with anger. He pushed through the crowd and stared directly at Luke who was celebrating mass. He could not accept what the man said.
His brother died. He died under the enemy's axe. His body was not left intact and he was not buried. Instead, he was thrown into the city by a trebuchet in humiliation.
Dosako, whose blood was rising, pushed away the true believers who were crowding in front. The people around him looked at the rude barbarians and stepped aside a little.
Dosacco was seen walking less than two meters away from the altar. He looked at Luke and saw him cutting another piece of communion bread, waiting to be distributed to everyone present after the mass.
I don't know how he noticed the vision, or he had expected it, but Luke's movements suddenly slowed down.
Dosakko took out the hand ax from his waist, stared at the man, and waited until the latter said something that made him angry, then he threw the ax out and chopped off the man's head.
Three candles stood on the altar, burning warmly. The three candlelights hit Dosacco's face, and he still held the hand ax tightly.
Dosacco looked at the man, the priest who came from nowhere, vicious and fierce.
The Blessed One, holding the Communion wafer in his hands, turned slowly in front of the icon.
Luke looked at the Redonian, and the ancient saying "destiny" was quietly flowing.
Dosakko looked at the man, he was still furious, he didn't calm down.
He saw the man's golden eyes were like candlelight,
She looked at him calmly, almost pitifully.
The man handed over the complete Communion bread,
“The Lord is with your brother, and with him whom you slew.”
When the last words fell, Dosako couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his axe, threw it violently, and flew out of the air with a roar.
The True believers next to them raised their heads and saw the spinning axes, shouting in panic. Some of them reacted quickly and rushed over, intending to catch the axes. Another person hit Dosak with his body, knocking Dosako away. The assailant was knocked to the ground.
Shouts, pushes, screams, all kinds of sounds were pushed through the crowd, making chaotic sounds. The flying ax was too fast, and no one could catch it in mid-air. They could only watch the hand ax fly. To Fr.
The cold reflective ax blade got closer and closer, drawing circles of shadows and tearing the air, but the man just watched calmly, motionless.
Dosako was pushed to the ground for the second time today. He saw his throwing ax deflected and hit the altar with a crackling sound. He missed.
Under the influence of alcohol, Dosacco's anger was magnified, and he roared like a beast, roaring inarticulately at the man.
In the chaos, the deacons and monks who were the first to figure out the situation rushed up. Their faces were pale, and they confirmed whether Luke had made any mistakes.
Luke waved them aside.
Dosako looked directly at Luke, his weakest nerve was poked, and he almost lost all reason and struggled hard.
The people around him could no longer hold down this barbaric Leydon man. The True believers even felt that if they let go, Dosacco would be like a tiger out of the cage, tearing the flesh and blood out of the priest in front of them.
Behind the candlelight, this marble statue watched all this silently.
Luke brought water from the altar, and the icon looked at him, just as the Lord looked at him through the candlelight.
With his red eyes, Dosako saw the man leaning down, holding the consecrated water in his hands, and stroking his furious face.
Those hands were warm and powerful.
The rage in Dosacco's mind urged him to roar at him, asking him to arouse his animal nature and bite off the priest's hand.
But... Dosako didn't do that, and even he himself didn't know why he didn't do that. He felt that he was being comforted by that person, by the blessed person in the mouth of the true believer.
In that warm gaze, Dosakko calmed down incredibly and beyond his control.
“No doubt the Lord is watching us.”
He heard the man speak,
While the man was wiping the assailant's face, he continued to preach to others.
“The Lord has promised us the world after death, and this grace is enough.”
The true believers around them looked at Blessed Luke in amazement. They were shaken by the priest's plainness.
They witnessed the Ledonites committing murder and smashing their axes into the altar, and they also witnessed the priest scrubbing the faces of the Ledonites and telling them about the knowledge of God and the grace of the Lord.
Dosacco's rationality gradually returned, and he saw the true believers clasping their hands together, kissing the icon hanging around their necks, and listening devoutly to the man's sermon.
Even the deacons and monks who came over slowly continued to complete the mass under the man's gaze.
Everyone present felt the shock from the soul.
Including Dosako who was pinned to the ground by several True believers.
Dosako felt discouraged, his anger was vented, his hand that threw the ax lost its strength, and his body was pressed to the ground.
He stared blankly at the man who was scrubbing his face. From the screams of others, he knew the man's name, Luke, blessed Luke.
Luke wiped Dosak's face and waved his hand to the True Cultists to let Dotsak go.
The Garda warrior stood stunned, his body stiff, and he saw Luke pull off the hand ax from the altar and pick up the communion wafer from the table.
The priest handed the throwing ax along with the Holy Communion and placed it in Dosacco's hand.
Until then, Dosak became angry again belatedly, with mixed emotions and shame in his heart.
Where does this anger and shame come from?
From the good deeds of the priest the crude conscience of the savage began to condemn him, as did prudence and reason.
He immediately hated Luke's good deeds because he felt how helpless he was in the latter's good deeds. How strong my own arms were when throwing axes, how insignificant they were under that person's good deeds.
Luke asked everyone to move out of the way for this Redonian whom he had never met before, and gently told the person who was unwilling to move away that he did not care about his actions and forgave his sins.
Then, Luke approached Dosacco and left a gentle word.
Dosacco listened blankly.
Then, Dosacco slowly backed up in the crowd. He looked directly at Luke and stepped back step by step until the man's figure slowly shrank, slowly shrank, until he was buried in the crowd.
This Leighton talent seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He put the ax back on his waist and his whole mind was empty.
"I pray with my Lord. I pray that you can live and walk through the blood of the battlefield. I pray that the danger will go away from you and that peace will come."
Dosacco heard the priest leave these words.
He committed violence against the man, but the man prayed to the gods to protect him and let him live.
This was the first time Dosakko had seen such a person.
The Redton man won't realize,
A hundred years later, when the name of Blessed Luke spread throughout the northern land...
Your own figure will appear in the mural.
Including his crime today, his actions with Blessed Luke in delivering the Holy Communion, scrubbing his face, and handing over the hand ax and the Holy Communion.
In one of the most famous religious paintings in the future,
"Blessed Luke's Sermon" will look like this:
The assailant, Dosacco, lost control with hatred and threw his ax at the Blessed One.
As the hand ax flew out, the true believers around Dosako panicked. Some screamed, some turned pale with fright, some glared at him, and some stepped forward to crush him... ...
They look different.
Only Blessed Luke still looked calm and maintained the posture of handing over the Holy Communion.
Rumor has it,
At this time, the Blessed One is with the Lord.
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