Two days later, Doxius led the Ninth Legion and the Aerans' Seventh Legion to the foot of Dongluoyan City, their camp stretching for dozens of miles.
On Dongluoyan City's city wall, Mordekai watched the army outside the city. His right hand clenched into a fist and slammed down on the battlements.
In two days, under extreme mobilization, Dongluoyan City had conscripted more than fifty thousand people. In addition to the thirty thousand soldiers inside the city, they had a total of over eighty thousand.
But of the more than fifty thousand temporarily conscripted men, only just over ten thousand had any experience of war. The remaining forty thousand-plus were young and able-bodied civilians who, at most, had once served as laborers transporting grain and supplies.
As for the enemy below the city, judging from the number of their Camp Tents, they numbered no fewer than one hundred thousand, and every one of them was a field soldier.
"Five days at most. If no reinforcements arrive within five days, this city will definitely fall."
After taking one more look at the scene outside the city, Mordekai led several guards back into the city.
There was no counting on the Noble Allied Army. Now it depended on whether Vitria Province and Thornwood Province could send reinforcements.
But by his judgment, the enemy could not possibly be attacking from only one direction, so they might already be struggling to save themselves.
From the look of it now, they could only place their hopes on lord Valgard, commander of the Western Expeditionary Corps.
Inside the central command tent of the military camp outside the city, Doxius carefully finished reading the letter sent from the rear, then slowly set it down.
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