Just when Viscount Kevin was nervous, reinforcements from the Southern County Territory had not arrived.

On the contrary, in the early morning of the next day, in the common wilderness in the north, patches of gray fog rose, and at the same time, under the gray fog that was almost showing off its might, showing its teeth and claws, many figures could be faintly seen.

Like an arrogant dragon, slowly approaching Maesburg.

"It's coming!"

Viscount Kevin's voice trembled.

He swallowed and spit, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, waved his hand and shouted: "Attention everyone, pull up the drawbridge and the city gates, all the soldiers go up to the city walls, the archers go to the towers, speed speed!" ”

"Yes!" The sound of neatness resounded inside the masburgh.

A large number of figures were shaking.

Soldiers armed with crossbows and warbows soon appeared on the towers and walls.

These are all soldiers cultivated by the Kevin family since childhood, loyal and trustworthy, and after a long period of military training, they are also good at shooting and hand-to-hand combat, which can be regarded as a group of elites.

And in terms of combat ability, it is slightly stronger than the regular infantry of the North County Commander!

This is the confidence of Viscount Kevin.

It's a pity.

The number of people is really too small.

There are only 500 elite troops stationed in Musburg.

The others were a group of conscripted militia members who had gathered in advance in the surrounding villages.

Even the people who were doing odd jobs underneath were a group of armed peasants, who came to the castle wearing slightly thicker clothes, carrying a pitchfork on their backs or a sickle around their waists.

I don't even have decent leather armor, and I guess I went to the battlefield, and I was also cannon fodder who was killed!

And that's exactly what happened.

Don't look at the number of these armed peasants, there are more than 3,000 people.

They are all young and middle-aged, but they have not received orthodox military training, and they can't do anything at all, except to fight.

The best thing for them is the fields, and it is much easier to serve those crops than to go to war, especially on the battlefield of harvesting death, and some people have just stepped onto the battlefield filled with the smell of blood, and their legs can be frightened and unable to walk.

In comparison, the more than 1,000 conscripted militiamen were okay, at least with military education.

It was trained by the castle infantry during the slack period.

But only the most basic spear will be stabbed.

That's enough.

Formed on the city wall, it can completely protect the safety of a section of the city wall.

Moreover, they all wore leather armor made of cowhide, which was inferior to chain mail in terms of defense, but they could still resist ordinary slashes, and sometimes because of the toughness of cowhide, they were even stronger in resisting arrows!

At the very least, the chain mail is vulnerable to more serious secondary damage because of the iron ring.

"Enough!"

Viscount Kevin banged himself on the head.

He didn't understand what he was thinking, but looking at the formation that had been lined up in the distance below, his heart trembled even more, and his breathing became extremely heavy: "What are these people going to do!" ”

In the distance, the aristocratic coalition began to encamp, and a large number of tents rose to the sun.

It stands to reason that an offensive should be launched.

Even if you don't attack, it's good to be a little prepared.

But those aristocratic coalition forces actually made the appearance of preparing for a long-term confrontation.

It really made Viscount Kevin scratch his head, which made the plan to defend himself and use the advantage of the castle to inflict a heavy blow on Kant's coalition forces from its due effect.

The opposite side itself is a trek.

Now that you are ready to rest, you will definitely have enough morale to come back.

If it comes to that time, it is estimated that it will be an extremely difficult battle, which will be unfavorable for him.

Although there is a natural advantage in defending the city, Viscount Kevin actually does not have much confidence in his own group of slightly weaker troops, and resists the troops that have already contained the essence of the Northern County Territory.

His Masburgh had a mission to monitor the North-County Lord's control of the checkpoints.

But it is definitely not a fortress against the army of the Northern Commander.

The walls are 6 meters high and 2 meters wide

and the 13-meter-high main body of the castle.

With such a medium-sized castle, the elite strength of the defenders is seriously insufficient.

In addition, the material reserves are low, and it is impossible to hold on for a long time, and it is not even known when the reinforcements will arrive.

Thinking about this, Viscount Kevin felt that his head was about to explode, after all, the current situation was a completely unsolvable situation for him, especially the most critical one, the big knights under him were only 2 people.

And he swears that among the noble coalition forces below, there are definitely more than 5 big knights!

They are all aristocrats who understand that.

Who doesn't know how many big knights they have under their command who haven't reported?

It's called heritage!

That's when it comes into play.

But it's embarrassing, in the current situation, his background seems to be useless.

Because even those 2 subordinates who are big knights, seeing the more than 10,000 infantry and 3,000+ light and heavy cavalry outside, have already sent a message to their subordinates that they must not go out of the city to fight!

Just one glance destroyed the mind of the field.

Confidence is shattered.

There is no way, the gap between the forces of the two sides is too great.

Viscount Kevin didn't expect that the alliance of the nobles of the Northern County Commander, who originally went to attack the Stone Pass, would be dealt with in two strokes, and instead became the backbone of the attack on the Southern County Commander, which was like a joke.

It's no wonder that even those nobles in the southern county are still confused.

They just don't know what's going on.

The shortcomings of the nobility appeared.

Without knowing what was happening, they knew that Masburg was facing absolute military pressure, but they were still arguing with each other and shirking each other to deal with the matter.

After all, as long as the Southern Commanders were not hit hard, their interests would not be damaged.

And it's in this.

The pressure on Masburg is mounting.

Because it was just at noon, the aristocratic coalition troops who had finished recuperating began to act in shouting.

Even the siege equipment provided by the Wayne family began to be assembled, and trebuchets with long arms and various ballistae were placed outside the city walls.

It looks like it's definitely going to be a forcible siege.

And that's exactly what happened.

At 1 p.m., trebuchets and ballistas creaked.

With a command, heavy round stone projectiles slashed through the graceful arc and slammed down on the stone-built walls, and with a clanging sound, the cracked stones scattered in all directions, announcing the beginning of the siege.

More than 10,000 noble coalition troops also launched a plan to forcibly attack the north gate.

The trebuchets were also whizzing stone bullets towards the gates.

The situation is extremely critical.

Even Viscount Kevin didn't expect that the other party didn't even make a feint, and directly started the general attack!

For this reason, he laughed a little crazy: "What is that Baron Kant thinking, just attack directly, do these guys know what siege is?" And play like this? However, his mental pressure gradually increased to the point where he could not support it as the general offensive began.

The situation is too dangerous!