"But we finally learned about their magical combat power," Connig continued. "From the news from the spy of St. Gene, there are three female prophets in the city. This is very consistent with the results of our attempt today. In terms of magic, we have a great advantage. We can let go of the game starting tomorrow."

"There are also cannons." An engineer boldly added. "Today it proved that cannons are a great threat to the enemy. Although they cannot directly cross the enemy's city walls, they can still use great firepower to cover them."

"The enemy does not have muskets, and bows and arrows have limited lethality to heavy armor. If light infantry can be equipped with large shields or simply equipped with shields, it will greatly reduce the casualties of our army." Another person suggested.

"And, I have another proposal." The last engineer suddenly said something. "We can start digging the tunnel right away!"

"Authentic?" Everyone knows that although siege of authenticity is a very effective means, it is also a matter of hard work and time. The siege battle in front of them is in a sense a time competition.

"In fact, we have learned a new excavation technology before, using the power of gunpowder blasting to dig. It can not only be used to dig holes, but also to deal with those low walls."

"How long does it take?" This topic made Rudolf very interested and even forgot his previous anger. Think about it, during the fierce battle of the siege, a team of ambush suddenly appeared from the city...

"If you use that technology, the speed can be accelerated by at least three times. But in order to make a better effect, I suggest digging ten authentic tunnels. 70% of the first technology is used to dig, and 20% of the distance at the second is manually operated. This will take more than 30 days in total. When the time is right, the ten authentic tunnels will dig the last distance at the same time..."

"One month...I don't think we need this. In one month, we have already captured the city." I don't know who said. "It's a good idea to deal with the short walls."

Rudolph thought for a while.

"Okay, just dig according to the method you said. Just treat it as our insurance measures as a precaution." He thought clearly. Of course, the faster the city, the better, but you must also make plans for the situation. After all, his opponent is Thomas, a deceitful and courageous opponent.

If he had changed the conditions and the environment, he would not be willing to fight such a terrible opponent. Fortunately, although Thomas occupied the city, his troops were ten times that of Thomas. Even in such a defeat today, the ratio of death and injury between the two sides would not exceed one to seven.

Even if it is consumed, he can still kill Thomas!

He didn't know that the opponent, who was deeply concerned in his heart, was lying on the bed, motionless. Thomas's three subordinates, as well as the female prophet Feier, were gathered by him at this moment.

"The worst happened." Fei'er's face was as calm as water. "The wound was partially inflamed."

The joy of today's victory was no longer on the faces of Ashu Rufate, Leo and William Daly.

"Also, we can no longer use magic on General Thomas. There are too many magicians in the Paro people. Even if they remove their magic, they will have to exhaust our full strength. They really have no spare energy to take care of Thomas."

"No!" Ashu Rufate suddenly shouted. "There must be someone responsible for treating Thomas, otherwise..."

"What else? Earl of Ashurufat?" Fei'er's face without trace was not moved at all. "I said, after the inflammation, the effect of healing spells is far less than that of normal. You know, there are only three of us, and Paro's magicians...there are as many as twelve of them today. In this case, unless you can create another sister, I can only say that we are very sorry. We do not have the extra power to heal General Thomas."

"No...master, don't! This will put you in high danger and will inevitably bring unidentified adverse consequences..." In my mind, Carrie advised sadly.

"I can't create a female prophet," Ash Rufate replied. "But I can replace one."

Right in front of Fei'er and two colleagues, he grabbed a ray of flame wind and weaved the tiny wisp of energy into a burning flame, suspending it in front of him.

This time, not only Leo and William Daly, but even Fei'er's face that seemed to never move, showed obvious surprise.

"Magic..." Leo's words were spitting out of his mouth. He looked at Ashu Rufate in disbelief. William Daly even opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

"I'm a magician too," said Ash Rufate. Then he manipulated the flames to fly up and down. "I'll replace a female prophet, is that OK?"

"Surprising... a person who masters magic skills." The prophet looked at Ashrufate, and the look of surprise on his face gradually faded. "Why do people like you wander to Stigia? Why are you putting on your armor and holding your sword?"

"This is my business, it is my personal privacy. I don't want others to ask me this question. I just ask you, can you continue to treat Thomas now?"

"Count Ashu Rufat, as you wish." Feier stood up and saluted Ash Rufat solemnly. "From today on, let me treat all the wounded."

Leo and William Daly came to their senses after she left.

"Ashu Rufate, you are... a magician?"

"Whatever I am, you are my good brothers!" Ash Rufate replied, and he left.

"Master, now your trump card is exposed." Carrie was still whispering. "Someone will pay special attention to your every move, and then find that your unusualness... Sooner or later..."

Ashrufat walked up to the city wall. Most of the soldiers returned to the barracks, but some soldiers were still left on the city wall to prevent the Paro people from attacking. A group of militias sat around the campfire and were cooking fires.

"Count Ashu Rufat?" He heard someone calling him. The person who called was very familiar. The man looked a little rustic, but he was wearing a beautiful armor that only a knight could wear. A bloody spear was carved on his breastplate.

Ashu Rufate remembered the other party's name. This man was Duncan, who was once a militia-but in the battle with the Greyhound, Duncan was named a knight by Thomas for his heroic performance. Because he gained the status of a knight by relying on a spear, Duncan chose this pattern as his emblem.

In a sense, he was lucky than Ashu Rufate because Duncan had obtained the real Knight fief from Princess Irina (and a small castle) and received the first tax on the occasion of the autumn harvest, thus allowing himself to buy a complete set of Knight equipment (Note: Ashu Rufate's armor was given by Thomas before).

Although most knights despise the newly-cancelled knight who was born in a militia and were unwilling to fight side by side with him, after Thomas occupied Derek, he asked Duncan to command militia operations - a mission that often caused the lack of honor and could not be found to serve as a knight. The generals often had to let his deputy generals temporarily hold this position on the battlefield.

"Sir Earl, come and roast the fire." Duncan greeted loudly.

"What's the situation with the Paro people?" Ashu Rufate asked.

"I arranged a few sentinels outside and changed shifts every once in a while, but I believe they did not plan to attack at night." Duncan replied.

Ashu Rufate walked along the walls, and Duncan followed him.

"You are very brave today!" Ashu Rufate suddenly said. Today, Duncan led the militia back and forth on the city wall, and played a very good example. The militia, who had no combat effectiveness, also performed well. If Thomas was there, he should have been rewarded.

"I'm just doing my duty as a knight." Duncan replied, smiling slightly silly. He touched his breastplate, as if he was touching some amazing treasure. Perhaps in his heart, he still couldn't believe that he had become a knight. The gap between the militia and the knight is not an exaggeration even if it is described as "Tianyuan".

"How is the harvest in the afternoon?" Ashu Rufate asked. This morning the battle was a complete victory, and the whole afternoon was time to clean the battlefield. They restrained the bodies of all the dead on their own, and tried their best to clean the trenches again, and of course, they also took away all useful things from the corpses of the enemy.

"We peeled nearly 700 pieces of mail and armor alone, and there were more weapons. Later, everyone was too lazy to do anything about leather armor. I sent all the mails that could still be used to the militia, and at the same time tried to get everyone an extra short weapon. The other armor was given to the logistics officer. The damage was not serious, and it could be repaired in two or three days. By the way, where is Lord Thomas?"

"He has more important things to deal with. He won't take it seriously for the attacks of the Paro people at this level." Ash Rufate replied.

He noticed Duncan suddenly sighed lightly, looking at the bonfire at the Paro army camp in the distance, revealing a rather weird expression.

"I heard... death on the battlefield is the highest honor a knight can get... Lord Earl, right?"

"Yes...yes." Ashu Rufate answered casually without understanding Duncan's intention.

Duncan nodded, showing a determined expression for a moment. "I will work hard and will never let down the honor of the Knight!"

The night was peaceful. Ashurufat originally thought that the Paro people would come to collect the body today, but the fact was unexpected. The Paro people spent half a day building fortifications near the city wall to prevent the army in the city from fighting back like yesterday. Then, the next wave of siege began immediately.

This time, they did not directly carry the ladder and charge in the rain of arrows like before. Instead, they carried a group of people, carrying huge shields made of wooden rafts slowly forward. Under the cover of the shield, their infantry pushed them to a distance of fifty steps from the city wall.

When it reached this distance, the shield was put down and formed a bunker.

Looking down from the city tower, you can see rows of Paro musketeers and crossbowmen gathering behind the fortification. Their number was about a thousand people, slightly more than the archers on the city.
Chapter completed!