Chapter 73: Come and go (please support in the second update)

The lonely and unlucky lowland soldiers were pushed around like balls by both sides of the war. Now even the gentlest people understood that they had become a burden on both sides of the war camp. What made people even more sad is that there were people who were coming to rescue. The frustrated wounded soldiers gradually lost their patience and calmness. They used their last strength to curse these compatriots who kept them away. Listening to the scolding of their compatriots, the guards of the castle lowered their heads, and even the morale of the nobles became depressed.

"Take compassion and save us." The wounded soldiers who could still walk around were struggling between the two positions. They stretched out their dirt-black arms and begged to the Pumbrus people, but they were quickly driven away by the spear soldiers, so they could only return to the castle and beg for their compatriots. The miserable voice made the hardest-hearted people cry, but the only response to them was the cold walls and the closed gate.

After a day and night of hunger, many weak soldiers were dying. Looking at the lowland wounded soldiers who were still walking around yesterday, they lost their breath, and many castle guards shed tears.

"I've had enough, I'm going to save those people." Finally someone broke out in this dull and unreasonable order. A knight in the inner palace shouted loudly, trying to walk down the city wall. He asked to open the gate, put down the suspension bridge, and save the compatriots outside the city wall.

"Stop, if you do this, you can only lock you out of the castle." Lemondo stopped the knights' actions, but this did not stop the incident. Instead, more people gathered around the knights in the inner palace. They had enough of Lemondo's cruelty.

"Even if I die, I will be with my fellow countrymen, at least in this way, the Lord will forgive my soul. But there is only one devil in this castle, and death here will only go to hell." The Knight cursed angrily, staring at Lemondo as he cursed.

"What did you say? Are you looking for death?" Although Lemondo understood the Knight's anger and did not defend himself, the guards around him reprimanded and drew their swords.

"That's to say, how about you?" The knights of the inner palace were not willing to be outdone and drew out their swords. They instantly stood above the city. The sound of swords and swords fighting each other sounded.

"Stop, stop." In the critical moment, Pedro rushed over. He stood between the two sides and stopped his compatriots from fighting, because Pedro was the highest commander in the castle after all. When he saw him appear, both sides put away their weapons, but still stared at each other with vicious eyes.

"I'm sorry, my friend, I didn't expect this to happen." Lemondo apologized to Pedro. Pedro was under tremendous pressure after accepting his suggestion. Now the knights in the castle have split again. Although Lemondo saw through Schwab's plan, it was useless at all. Lemondo apologized for his lack of wisdom.

"You have done your best, my friend." Pedro patted Lemondo on the shoulder. He looked at Lemondo's frown, but he opened his mouth and smiled. Although this young lord was resourceful and bold, he was too young after all. However, Pedro secretly swore in his heart that even if the war failed, he would do his best to save Lemondo's life, because he was the last hope of the lowland territory.

"What are you going to do now?" Lemondo said to the lord who was as old as his father for the first time.

"Open the city gate and bring our compatriots in." Pedro said to the wall. He thought for a long time and finally made up his mind.

"What? You can't do this. If the wounded soldiers enter the castle, then our food will not be consumed enough." Lemondo opposed it strongly, but Pedro smiled and shook his head.

"Okay, my young friend, I know your concerns, but believe me, the old man, guarding the castle is not just about food, but the important thing is people."

"What does this mean?" In Lemondo's puzzled gaze, Lord Pedro held his scabbard and staggered towards the castle gate.

Under Pedro's order, the gate of Haas Berg Castle finally opened with a creaking sound. The wounded soldiers outside the castle were successfully picked up, and the Pumbrus did not take the opportunity to launch an attack. However, Lemondo still cautiously organized the counterattack of the siege troops. Until the last wounded soldier was taken into the castle, the Pumbrus positions were not moved at all.

"Have all our people been brought in?" asked Pedro, who was asking for Lemondo.

"I've come in, and the city gate has been closed smoothly. The Pmenbruces have not moved." Lemondo said, looking at the enemy's position outside the castle, "It seems that the enemy really intends to starve us to death."

"Ha, it's not that easy. We can last at least three months. You must know that there are many of our people in the surrounding territories." Pedro knew that fighting in enemy territory was often troubled by supply difficulties. Although these Purmenbruces used the power of merchants very smartly, how long can this last?

"Sir Earl, they have taken all the wounded into the castle." Bald Otto reported to Schwab in the tent.

"Oh, did they really do this?" Schwab put down the wood and knife in his hand. At some point, Schwab gradually fell in love with the habit of casual carving. He usually likes to carve things like villains and horses, and sometimes the flying birds will become his sculpture objects, which adds some fun to his boring journey.

"Yes, it seems they have been trapped." Bald Otto said excitedly.

"But they obviously rejected the wounded from the beginning. This proves that they knew my plan. Even so, they would put it in their own compatriots?" Schwab was used to those nobles who were full of fat and had only their own safety and wealth in their hearts. The lives and deaths of others were usually not within their considerations, but the nobles in Haas Bergburg saved the lives of cannon fodder on the battlefield. Why? Don't they know that this would consume their food and grass and weaken their combat effectiveness?

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Bald Otto didn't understand what Schwab was hesitating about. Didn't the plan go smoothly? But his Count seemed to have no happy expression on his face.

"Is it the kindness of women? Or are they confident to overcome difficulties?" Schwab walked out of the tent and stood outside looking at the castle towering above the hill. The flags on the castle seemed to be flying particularly eye-catching. "Is it the knight's sense of honor? Ha."

"What are you talking about?" Bald Otto looked at Schwab in confusion and asked casually.

"It's nothing. I'm particularly interested in the commander in the castle. If possible, try to capture him alive." Schwab said to his subordinates. Accepting wounded soldiers will not only consume unnecessary food and grass, but also damage morale. This is a method of drinking poison to quench thirst in order to avoid the immediate collapse of morale in the castle. Schwab thought of this and bowed his head to walk into his tent to complete his carving work.

Just as Schwab planned, the wounded soldiers entering the castle competed for the food rations of others, and had to divide some people to take care of them. Listening to the painful sounds of the wounded soldiers, it particularly affected morale in the quiet moments of the night. The soldiers sitting by the bonfire actually had the ears of the wounded soldiers, thinking about their life on the battlefield, looking at the bloody wounds of the wounded soldiers, and the lack of necessary disinfection methods in this era, often causing the wounds on their limbs to suppurate. The doctor's method can only be amputated, and all this became a vivid textbook. The guards in the castle covered their ears and buried their heads between their knees.

"Sir Pedro, look, this is the effect the enemy hopes to achieve." Lemondo said to Pedro as he looked at the soldiers who were walking dead.

"Ah, I know." Pedro nodded, and the lord was particularly firm in the flash of the fire.

"No, I'm going to die here. If I'm injured, my friend, please kill me and give me some fun." Finally, some soldiers could not bear this psychological pressure and said to their partners nervously.

"Woo, woo, woo~~~." The young soldiers began to cry in a low voice, which made the morale in the castle even more depressed.

"Don't cry, my fellow citizens, have you forgotten who we are?" Just as morale gradually slipped into danger, Pedro walked among the soldiers, jumped over a pile of miscellaneous items and said to his soldiers.

"Yes, Lord Lord." The soldiers raised their heads and looked at Lord Pedro in curiosity under the night sky. The lord was wearing armor and waving his helmet in his hands.

"We are the lowlanders fighting the sea. We pile up river embankments with sand and gravel to declare war on the terrible lord of the ocean. We are brave lowlanders. Under the rotating windmill is our home. Oh, our beautiful home, and the fragrant tulips~~~~." Pedro suddenly sang loudly the songs circulated among the lowlanders. This song is usually a small song in a hotel, easy to understand, and is a household name for the lowlanders. But at this time, singing from Pedro's mouth has a taste of vicissitudes and unyieldingness. Under Pedro's leadership, the soldiers sang loudly. They did not distinguish between each other, holding hands, singing loudly and forgetting everything. Even the wounded soldiers in the *** sang softly. Gradually, the singing sound became louder and louder, and the whole castle could not hold it, and gradually spread around.
Chapter completed!