Miller felt that what he had happened these days was like a dream. He first suffered from a livelihood and joined the militia. Later, when he was transporting supplies to the city gate, he was inexplicably pulled to guard the city gate.

The sharpest weapon I had ever taken before was Miller, who was now a member of the city guard who was carrying a spear and carrying a sword around his waist.

Wearing Charlotte's standard armor, Miller stroked the sword around his waist with one hand, walked on the west end of the city of Audis, scolding and urging the militia who were coming and going to transport supplies.

Yes, Miller has made great achievements. A few days ago, I don’t know who the dead armor he was wearing was, but in Charlotte, the soldier with armor was at least at the level of the squad leader. People were dead on the city every moment. Who still remembers whether Miller was the one before?

The squadron leader of the three arrows on the north side of the west gate encouraged Miller just now, who was guarding Miller and other Charles soldiers. In the last Fostetan attack, the Forstetan soldiers under the city were defeated without even getting close to the city wall.

When the squadron leader came to inspect, he found that Miller, wearing armor, turned out to be the highest-ranking person in this place.

"Do it well! I'll give you a vacation tonight!" Miller's immediate boss said with appreciation.

"Yes!" Miller said firmly as if he was dedicated to the country. This made his squadron leader even more happy. After a burst of hearty laughter, the squadron leader visited other places.

Walking to the corner, the squadron restrained the smile on his face and showed a puzzled expression on his face, "Why don't I remember that I have this number under my command? Is it a newcomer?" The squadron leader shook his head. There were too many people who added their squadron in the past two days, and there were several small captains. He could not remember each person's name, let alone his face. He could only distinguish based on his armor and the military uniform he wore.

Miller finally felt his body ejaculated after watching their squadron leader leave.

He was not a squad leader. He was completely a pig's nose and could not even do standard chops or straight stabs. These days, the battles were to hide under the arrows, or to use his spear to stab under the city wall. I didn't know if he had stabbed a bad Foster soldier.

This is Miller's own opinion, and other soldiers are different. They dare to fight against the Forstein soldiers standing on the ladder while standing on the city wall. Miller is famous among the Charles soldiers. Most of the soldiers in this area are forced to defend the city like Miller, and many of them are not as brave as Miller.

As for hiding in the pile of arrows... the layer of skin that Miller wore was at least at the level of the squad leader. Normally, shouldn't the squad leader command the battle in the pile of arrows?

This is the view of many soldiers. This strange view has made Miller create a big name among these soldiers these days? At least Miller doesn’t have to worry about others now, as others will expose him.

After nearly a week of continuous battles and a pure king-speaking accent, no soldier would doubt the authenticity of Miller's position.

While whistling, Miller walked towards the inside of the city wall with a piece of wood chip in his mouth. In the evening, it was dinner time.

The food this week was the most luxurious delicacy Miller had ever eaten in his life. There was enough wheat cakes, and a small team leader like him also had a bowl of fragrant broth.

Miller returned home two days ago, and his wife was surprised by his changes. This greatly satisfied Miller's vanity.

Seeing his two children eating the food he brought back voraciously, Miller couldn't help but feel deeply moved. Just a week ago, the family of three still needed relief food to survive.

"Ford, wrap me two pieces of meat!" Miller shouted at a cook who was distributing food to the soldiers.

"Okay!" Ford replied.

As the team leader, Miller didn't want to serve a bowl of broth at each meal. Instead, he asked the logistics staff to change him to meat. His two children were just when they were growing up. The little guy hadn't eaten meat several times. As a father, Miller needed to do something for the two children.

Ford wrapped the two pieces of meat that were not as big as a palm, and handed them to me Miller along with the two wheat cakes.

Miller put away the meat, grabbed the wheat cake with one hand, and then went to the top of the city.

The squadron leader gave him a holiday in the evening. Although it is approaching evening, he still needs to stay at his post.

Lying next to the lookout in the pile of arrows, Miller stared at the movements of the Fosterman in the distance while dealing with the food in his hands. The two wheat cakes were just right for his not strong physique.

Miller, who had inexplicably become the captain of the squad, was not doing nothing all day long. Miller, who had been a tavern mate in Audis City for more than 20 years, had a good pair of eyesight. He could quickly discover the offensive trends of Fostertan soldiers in the distance.

This ability allowed him to avoid wave after wave of threats in the battles these days.

"Boss! Is there anything wrong with it?" asked Miller, a tall, round-faced man.

This guy is a soldier under Miller, and he is also a recruit who has been pulled to the city in the past two days. He speaks in a very serious northern dialect, and sometimes others can't understand what this guy says every day.

Only in a tavern with a lot of people, Miller, who has been in a mixed bar for so many years, can roughly hear what this big man said. This is why this big man has the best relationship with Miller these days.

"It's nothing! Orn." Miller replied at the top of his voice. I don't know if this big man named Orn is too high and his ears are leeward, so he always needs a loud voice from others to hear it.

The other soldiers didn't like to deal with this big man. Apart from his inferior height, it was just too difficult to talk to him. If you talk to him for a long time, he not only didn't hear anything clearly, but you didn't know what he was saying. The final result was that you would feel like a fool.

"Oh!" Orn touched his head, walked over, and sat on the haystack next to Miller.

Miller bit the wheat cake, and saw the big man sitting there with his head down without saying a word, and asked curiously: "Have you had dinner?"

Orn opened his mouth, without answering Miller's question, lowered his head and kept grabbing the haystacks.

Miller understood at a glance, and without saying anything, he took out another wheat cake in his arms and placed it heavily in his hand, got up and walked out. Soon, Miller walked into the stack of arrows with another wheat cake in his arms.

"Eat! Why don't you?" Miller looked at the wheat cake that Orn had given him and didn't even slap for a long time.

Orn showed a grateful look, and then he started to eat it voraciously. Orn, who is not too tall, only two or three bites of it can be eaten with such a piece of wheat cake.

Seeing Aoun start eating, Miller came over and sat down again against the arrow pile. While biting the wheat cake he hadn't finished, he said, "You guy, Bai is so tall, and with your physique, can you still be bullied by others?"

Orn didn't answer, I wonder if he didn't hear Miller's words.

Miller didn't say much when he saw this guy reincarnated. Orn was a weird person under his command. He was very strong and tall, but his personality was a soft persimmon, and even people could beat him three points. The food that belonged to him was probably deducted again.

Miller, who has been a guy in a tavern for so many years, has never seen anyone before, just this weirdo Aoun, it was the first time he saw him. It was because of this that Miller took care of this stupid guy.

After eating the wheat cake in his hand, Miller packed the other wheat cake and the two pieces of meat, which was to go back tonight for his wife and children.

Grasping the spear next to the arrow pile, Miller yawned, leaned against the lookout, and fell asleep. From midnight yesterday to now, he had not closed his eyes at all, and his body had already reached its limit.

I don't know how long I lie down, but Miller was awakened by a shaking. In his sleepy eyes, Miller saw Ornn's anxious face and his rapid looking outward.

"What's going on?" Miller, who didn't disturb her sleep, was in a bad mood. He felt that he had just glanced for a while and was awakened by the guise.

Following the direction of Orn's viewing, Miller looked out through the watchtower. Outside the city where the sky was almost dark, countless red torches lit up. They looked like stars, like meteorites, and more like countless soul and ghost fires. At this moment, Miller was confused and suddenly awakened.

"Quick! Get up!" Miller anxiously grabbed Ornn's tall body and rushed out of the stack of arrows.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Without reminding Miller, the scouts on other arrow towers also found countless approaching Fostertan soldiers outside the city.

He pulled Orn to the guard area of ​​his team, and Miller murmured in disbelief, "No, why are there so many people?"

At the Foster's headquarters, two thousand yards away from the top of Audis, Prince Kensel and Marquis Marmen were sitting in front of a curtain of flames, staring carefully at the curtain of fire.

It can be seen that the Fire Screen Brie is the live situation of the east gate of Audis. In addition to Prince Kensel and Marquis Marmen, there are two others next to it.

One of them held a crystal ball and pointed directly at the flame curtain, which seemed to be the magician supporting the flame curtain. The other one sat together with Prince Kensel and Marquis Marmen, paying attention to the war on the front line.

"This time, thanks to Uncle Siya, you arrived in time." Prince Kensel said to the newly emerging middle-aged man.

"Prince, you are serious, this is what your subordinates should do." The family of Marquis of Siya is a loyal royalist. They only obey the orders of King Foster and his heirs and compliments Prince Kensel. Marquis of Siya dare not be proud of himself.

"Tonight, with the three major legions of the Xiongfeng Legion, I don't believe that I can't tear the defense of Audis City!" Prince Kensel was in the hands of victory.

"Well, the soldiers of the Xiongfeng Legion have been in a low state since Marquis Wood's death in battle, but they have not yet been defeated. As the saying goes, the Xiongfeng Legion will win. In this battle, the Xiongfeng Legion is the main force in the siege." Marquis Marquis Marquis rarely praised the Xiongfeng Legion.

"I will win this battle!" Prince Kensel said, slamming the table with his fist.

Tonight, Audis City was in full swing, and the shouts of killing had not stopped until the morning of the next day.

On January 9, 13674, the Kingdom of Foster, located in the southern part of the mainland, launched a full-on attack on the capital of Odis, the capital of the neighboring country of Sharlo. A total of 140,000 Foster soldiers broke through the two gates of the east and west of the city overnight. The remaining Sharlo defenders and noble royal members were killed in the city overnight and were wiped out the next day.

This five-year war between the two countries was declared to end with the destruction of the Kingdom of Sharlot...
Chapter completed!