Chapter 372: Besieged City and Song

Fayol City is not an important city, but a small border town of the Principality of Svenor, but it is the last city that the Kingdom of the North can control.

The entire North has fallen.

Count Jacob led his brave and fearless "Skanyan Glory Legion" to fight in all directions, holding high the banner of the Kingdom of the North, absorbing exiled nobles and their private armies from all over the place, expanding the legion to tens of thousands of people, and even recovering several cities in succession.

The North's supporters, both openly and secretly, suddenly became very motivated. They all thought that a miracle was about to happen, and the legendary hero would appear again and lead them to a glorious victory.

But they never thought that this was just the last glimmer of light in the North.

Marshal Doro of the Kingdom of Burning Embers dispatched troops from all over the country to carry out a full-scale encirclement and suppression of the so-called "Glory Legion".

It is said that during those days and nights, the sound of artillery fire never stopped, and even the ground was cut three feet lower, and Count Jacob and his army also retreated step by step, with extremely heavy losses.

Finally, Count Jacob led his last 3,000 defeated soldiers to retreat to Fayol City, where they hid - and this was also the last city in the North.

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Swino Principality, Fayol City.

Scarred walls, broken flags, and dusty soldiers.

The devastated land, the howling cold wind, and the burning army occupying the wilderness in the distance.

On the cracked tower, Count Jacob stood with his sword, looking solemnly at the mottled waves in the distance, with an extremely heavy expression.

This "Great Wall of the North" was wearing heavy armor, the surface of which was stained with blood, covered with dust from artillery fire, and even had small bullet holes and fragments of shells.

But he still stood straight, like a strong pine tree in the wind and snow.

"Is the North really going to die?"

He muttered to himself with all the voice he could hear.

Jacob Rosa is determined, famous at a young age, and has made great achievements. He has almost all the qualities that a warrior should have.

But when he saw the tide of the Burning Ashes army surrounding Fayol City, even a resolute man like him could not help but doubt whether he could win.

Can humans really defeat such an army?

"My Lord Earl."

The voice of the adjutant beside him interrupted his meditation.

"The army of the Burning Ashes Kingdom is about to arrive. This time it is the main force led by Doro, and there are also some Starfallers, a total of about 20,000 people."

"Okay."

This answer is particularly concise, but every word is sonorous.

The adjutant sighed imperceptibly, and then whispered again:

"My Lord Earl, what should we do next?"

"Hold on."

It was still a short and powerful answer.

But this time, Earl Jacob climbed to the top of the tower, looked around under the attention of thousands of soldiers, and swept across the gray faces of the soldiers.

"Soldiers, I have always treated you as my own children..."

"And now, I want to tell you - never give up."

"We are the last hope of the North and the last hope of the Scandians. We represent the thousand-year tradition of the North, and represent the true order and justice..."

"We seem to be fighting alone, but our allies are countless. If we survive, the whole of Anzeta will cheer for us. If we die, the whole of Feanso will mourn for us."

Finally, Count Jacob raised the sword in his hand.

"For the North."

The voice was not passionate, but every word was firm.

The tortured soldiers also recovered a little from fatigue and sorrow.

After such a long war, facing an almost invincible opponent, Jacob Rosa is not only their general and their feudal lord, but also their spiritual pillar, and even a symbol of the chivalry of the North.

It is also the support for all soldiers to survive.

As long as Count Jacob does not fall, people will believe in the existence of miracles.

So, the soldiers screamed with their hoarse throats.

"For the North! Victory!"

"Fight for the Earl!"

Count Jacob's eyes swept across the faces of the soldiers, and a tragic emotion surged in his heart, so he took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.

"I wander with the north wind."

"The white frost brings the news of my death..."

"The snow covers my body, and my sweetheart can't recognize my face."

This is the lament of the North, but it sounds like a victory song in his mouth.

He sang the unyielding will of the Scandinavians and their determination to never surrender this time.

"But don't be sad for me, because I died on the battlefield of glory..."

The soldiers were also infected by it, singing this familiar song in a hoarse and low voice. The long and desolate song echoed in all directions, letting the tragic atmosphere permeate the city.

"I wander with the north wind--"

"The white frost brings the news of my death--"

The sudden voice was particularly loud.

It even easily overwhelmed the singing of the soldiers and surrounded the entire city. People looked out of the city, and even Jacob turned his head away in surprise.

How could it be possible?

How could the army of the Burning Kingdom sing this song?

Jacob's psychological defenses were immediately broken, and a trace of despair emerged from deep in his heart.

Yes, the entire Northland except Fayol City has fallen, and those former Northlanders have become captives. It is not surprising that they would sing this song.

——However, they didn't know that this was a player who was bored and turned on the speakers to grab their BGM, and even planned to adapt it into a DJ version.

"Good luck, I wish you good luck!"

"Good luck brings joy and love!"

The sound of "Song of the North" paused, and then changed to the warm and festive "Good Luck", which was incompatible with the original solemn atmosphere of the battlefield.

"..."

The long-accumulated emotions of Count Jacob were messed up.

His brows were furrowed, and his face became extremely ugly. He walked down the tower slowly in silence and ordered the soldiers:

"They are about to attack the city, make all preparations."

Count Jacob didn't say much. After all, they had been fighting with the kingdom's army for many days and knew the enemy's methods.

Sure enough, the artillery fire whistled.

The wilderness began to tremble.

There was a sharp whistle in the air that cut through the air.

Count Jacob shouted calmly:

"It's artillery fire - get down!"

Before he finished speaking, the soldiers dispersed reflexively, lying behind the fortifications, and some even went directly into the city wall.

They had experienced several rounds of artillery fire, and they knew the power of this terrible weapon very well, and they were basically the best who survived the artillery fire.

People without this intuition can't survive.

But they had no way to deal with it, and could only pray for the protection of Tempus so that they could survive the artillery fire.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Hundreds of kilograms of metal shells fell, blowing living people into pieces, and those broken shrapnel were enough to penetrate the flesh.

The scythe of the god of death continued to harvest lives.

But under the cruel torture of war, both generals and soldiers had become numb, and death had become commonplace.

They didn't even scream or howl, but just instinctively let out a short "ah" when they were about to be blown to death, but this sound was usually covered by the explosion.

Blood, flesh, and rubble flew everywhere, and the city walls were reduced to ruins after being hit by the shells. Even several protruding towers collapsed. (End of this chapter)