At this stage of the battle, no matter how unwilling he was, Swain could not continue the attack - the Shangzan Volunteer Army had already entered the city, and if they continued to pursue it now, they would have to attack the city overnight, because they felt that their own casualties were not high enough.

Raising his head, Swain's eyes fell on the third city wall, which was lit with dots of fire, and on the volunteers with high morale.

At this moment, the bloodshot eyes were full of unwillingness.

Black Rose--

Worm of the country!

"Retreat!" Swain, who was exhausted physically and mentally, finally gave the order to withdraw his troops. "Tomorrow morning, continue the attack on the city!"

Early the next morning, the Noxians arrived as scheduled and launched a frenzied attack on Preidion - regardless of the consequences or cost, they even took the initiative to seek a one-for-one exchange when their own side had a stronger combat capability.

Facing the city walls of Presidence, the Noxians all mobilized and attacked in turn, trying to break through Presidence's defenses as quickly as possible.

Under the huge pressure, the volunteers once again couldn't hold on. In just one morning, the third, fourth and fifth city walls fell. The Noxian's madness seemed to have a good effect.

But in the afternoon, after the recovered commandos and Shanzan volunteers arrived at the city wall, the Noxian offensive was finally no longer magical. They spent an entire afternoon in front of the sixth city wall, but nothing happened.

Even a little gain.

The invincible death squads didn't even climb the city wall this time.

When night fell and the Noxians had no choice but to retreat, the sixth wall was still flawless.

On the third day, Irelia finally took over the command of the Presidenian defense battle. For a whole day, the Noxians could only circle outside the sixth wall.

On the fourth day, it was still the sixth city wall.

The fifth day...

Day six...

On the seventh day, the Noxians finally ran out of food rations.

But the sixth city wall was still like a natural chasm, blocking them in front of them.

The narrow urn city did not support large-scale equipment operations, and the spell bombing was also blocked by the wind barrier. The Noxians suffered a bloody blow under this wall.

Swain tried his best, but could no longer break through even one city gate - even if the Trifali Legion organized a desperate charge, they still returned without success in the end.

The volunteers are gradually becoming familiar with war, adapting to war, and learning to fight head-on.

But Noxus was growing tired and supplies were running low.

The arrow ammunition is almost exhausted.

Ration supplies are no longer available.

In the temporary headquarters located on the third city wall, Swain closed his eyes in pain while looking at the orderly officer's report.

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Under heavy internal constraints, Swain had tried his best in this Battle of Presidion - he persuaded Du Couture to temporarily "disappear" the marshal, and then used a method that was almost

In a gesture of subjugation, he gained command of the entire Ionian expeditionary force.

Subsequently, he used all the elite troops of the expeditionary force, hoping to capture Preidion and reverse the situation of the war. Unfortunately, it backfired, and he ended up bleeding badly under the sixth wall of Preidion.

Although Swain still believes that if the Immortal Fortress authorities can provide him with sufficient support and do not cause trouble everywhere and make the expeditionary force besieged on all sides, he will definitely be the winner of this battle - but at this moment, he must face the current situation of the expeditionary force.

situation.

A quarter of the 100,000-strong team had already died on the battlefield - and a third of the remaining people were seriously injured and lost their ability to fight.

Although the Volunteer Army also suffered similar casualties, in terms of remaining troops, Swain still had less than 50,000 men, but the Volunteer Army...

Who knows how many militiamen the Minutemen have available.

In addition, the army's rations will be exhausted by tomorrow night at the latest.

The dizzy Swain finally put down his report and stood up. He strode out of the tent and climbed up the steps to the city wall. Then he leaned against the crenellations of the third city wall and looked quietly at the scene.

The dark Noxian military camp.

In the dark night, the camp was silent. In this depressing atmosphere, the Noxian soldiers would even subconsciously avoid speaking loudly.

After advancing the camp into the urn city, the accommodation conditions of the Noxian army were much better - unfortunately, the morale of this army was not as good as before.

When they first arrived outside the city of Presidence, the Noxian soldiers all believed in Swain and believed that he would lead them to capture Presidence and conquer Ionia.

But now, even the dullest soldiers have realized that the situation has been completely different.

The temporary hospital was full of injured people - and due to the lack of materials, it was difficult for them to receive treatment. They could only wipe their wounds and resign themselves to their fate.

Swain's sharp gaze swept around, and everything he saw showed that this army was on the verge of collapse.

Can't fight anymore.

There is even no way to retreat - Swain has no doubt that as long as he shows his intention to retreat, the entire army will quickly lose order and eventually fall apart!

After confirming the failure of this huge gamble, Swain had to close his eyes and think carefully about how to recover the losses as much as possible.

That's right, when defeat is already determined... it's time to stop losses in time.

Unlike Dugall, whose ship sank in Taruc Bay at the last moment, Swain did not intend to let the remaining soldiers be buried with him.

If possible, Swain hopes to trade his own death for the survival of these soldiers - he knows very well that after the failure of the Battle of Ionia, Noxus will face huge internal and external pressure.

In this situation, a team that has experienced honor and disgrace will be crucial.

And... as long as she is finished, Black Rose will probably stop this crazy behavior, right?

Unconsciously, a wry smile appeared on Swain's lips.

I thought the storm of crows would lead the way to victory - but in the end I didn't expect that they were actually my own elegy.

After gritting his teeth, Swain finally stopped hesitating. He strode down the city wall and returned to his tent.

Taking out a pen and paper, Swain began to write a letter while thinking silently.

Early the next morning, when the volunteers got up early and stepped onto the sixth city wall, preparing to spend another day with the Noxians, the Noxians on the opposite side did not appear for a long time.

The battlefield that was in full swing two days ago was completely silent today.

Just when the volunteers looked at each other with doubts on their faces, a man dressed as a scribe appeared on the fifth city wall.
Chapter completed!