Black Iron Crown

As the panic in Fort Creek spread, the residents began to take their anger out on Farrant, completely forgetting the words that praised Farrant's selflessness.

Only resentment towards her remained, as if today's situation was caused by her.

He completely forgot that without Farrant's dedication, Fort Creek would have been divided as soon as the war ended.

Baron Lindauer led his army and two other barons stationed on the southern border for defense, while Earl Creek sent part of the army to guard in the southwest.

This kind of action is only for the purpose of warning. They have already made preparations. Once the war really starts, they will immediately withdraw all the troops to Fort Creek for defense.

The properties scattered all over the place, as well as the wealthier squires also took their wealth into Fort Creek for refuge.

Fort Creek itself is a military castle and does not undertake the task of accommodating residents, so its defense capabilities are extremely strong.

It is very difficult for the enemy to conquer such a castle during combat.

After all, this is what the vast majority of feudal lords live and live in this era, so how could it be that the building is not strong enough.

In many cases, feudal lords saved themselves by holding on to the castle and waiting for their relatives or allies.

Earl Creek stood on the towering city wall, looking worriedly at the barren cultivated land outside.

Affected by the war, the residents had no intention of farming at all. They just wanted to find a safe place to escape the disaster with their food and wealth.

They don't have the ideological awareness of the north, especially the residents of the northern border.

These residents themselves are serfs, and they are basically the private property of the lord.

However, at this time, as the lord's private property, they were not eligible to enter the castle for refuge, and naturally they had no intention of resisting.

If such a situation were placed in the northern border, I am afraid that all the residents of the northern border are sharpening their swords and preparing for battle. They must surround their homes and assist the Duke's army in fighting.

After all, they are all wealthy people with arable land, and they can earn a lot of food every year. Losing their homes is absolutely unbearable.

Those who have permanent property,

With perseverance, in order to defend their homeland, they will inevitably break out a strong fighting force, while these serfs in the south will drift with the crowd. After all, they are just humanoid livestock, and they may just change their masters after a while.

Frant's elder brother, Sir Andrew, walked up the city wall. He had a dignified face and a slender figure, but his face was abnormally pale, and his body was also a little weak, adding a little weakness and sickness to him.

"Ahem..." Sir Andrew coughed, and said, "Father, what should we do now? Should we just stick here? But we have no reinforcements!"

"No...we still have reinforcements..." Earl Creek shook his head and said, "Grand Duke Rainer of the North, your sister's husband, your brother-in-law, he will be our last and most powerful reinforcement!"

"Do you want to ask him for help?" Sir Andrew was a little agitated and couldn't help coughing twice.

Although he is physically weak, he has a strong heart. It is hard for him to bear the sacrifice of his sister's happiness for the safety of the territory, but now he still has to beg that former enemy and current brother-in-law.

"Otherwise?" Earl Creek glanced at his weak son and shook his head, saying: "For the sake of the continuation of the family, the face is really worthless! We have no choice!"

"But..." Sir Andrew wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Earl Creek waving his hand: "It's nothing, I've already made my decision!"

"You..." After a pause, Earl Creek's eyelids drooped slightly, and he sighed and said, "You should rest quietly in the castle..."

Sir Andrew's lips moved slightly, and he also imagined that he would fight bloody battles on the battlefield like a noble heir, pursuing his own glory.

But thinking of his physical condition, he finally didn't say what was in his heart, because he knew it was impossible.

On that day, the three messengers rode horses and started running towards the north with the letter written by Earl Creek. They had to reach the north within two rains and hand over the letter to Reiner.

They ran all the way, from the warm south to the north.

And just half a month after they frantically rushed to the north, Earl Entos blatantly raided the garrison at Fort Creek from the south. More than 100 garrisons were almost on the verge of collapse. Baron Lindauer led the remaining 60 or so The soldiers fled back to Fort Creek in embarrassment.

For a time, all the vassals of the Earl of Creek gathered in Fort Creek. The defenders of Fort Creek totaled more than 1,400 people. Many regular troops were killed in the previous rebellion war. These people are all the soldiers left by Frante.

They basically have an iron armor retention rate of more than 60%, far exceeding the army under the command of the rest of the southern lords.

However, the number of regular coalition troops of the lords has reached more than 4,000. This is not counting the cannon fodder of the serf soldiers. If they are all counted together, the estimated number will exceed 10,000.

After crossing the border, the war between the two sides officially started.

They marched towards Fort Creek from the south and southwest respectively, burning, killing and looting along the way, and there was not a single grass growing in the places they passed, but they won a lot of military rations along the way.

Earl Creek stood on the top of the castle and looked into the distance. From here, he could even see the black smoke coming from the distant village.

April twenty-fifth, twenty-six years of the empire.

Earl Entos and Earl Riel led the army to meet at the castle of Creek, in addition to their vassals and three independent barons.

A huge army of nearly 10,000 people camped under the walls of Fort Creek. Although there was no harm to the castle for the time being, everyone knew that a cruel war was coming soon.

The smoke from the kitchen is rising, and the southern land that has just entered the spring is still cool and humid. There are countless tents densely distributed on the muddy land, stretching for a long distance.

Earl Creek was fully armed and led his soldiers to station on the city wall, always on guard against the enemy's attack.

The soldiers sat cross-legged on the battlements with their spears in their hands, holding clear water, black bread, and a small amount of air-dried meat in their hands, eating silently.

The atmosphere became extremely depressing at this moment, more than 10,000 enemy troops, what a huge number, 1,500 to 10,000, almost ten times the difference in strength.

In such a war, no matter who it is, it is possible to die in the war.

Early the next morning, the defenders on the city wall suddenly discovered three well rails that were nearly as high as the city wall below the castle.

Jinglan is a very great oppression for the city wall, which will make the battle more difficult.

The enemy's archers can then go up to projectiles against the city wall to fight against the archers.

The infantry can also hide in the hole in the well to avoid the arrows and gravel of the defenders, and after the wooden plank on the well is placed on the city wall, they can also walk up the city wall smoothly.

There is no need to pass the ladder and climb towards the city wall under the blow of arrows and gravel.