Relief

Kadok whispered, "Which unit is this?"

Lenster fell into deep thought. He suddenly remembered the cavalry's report before the siege began.

He straightened up, stood on tiptoe, and peered into the distance at the remnants of the army. "That should be another detachment of the Sixth Legion. Yes, that's them. They split off from the Third Outpost."

"A flanking force? How did this flanking force end up like this?"

At first, Kadok was puzzled as to why this detachment was in such a miserable state, but he quickly realized what was going on and his face lit up with excitement.

"That matches up! It must be the Count leading his troops back. This detachment must have been defeated by the Count!"

However, this was just their speculation. Although they were quite confident, they dared not convey it to the defending troops, who had just experienced a brutal battle and were in a state of despair.

If this news were to be widely disseminated, it could very likely cause the defending troops to lose their will to fight.

Lenster and Kadok followed the remnants of the army with their eyes as they watched them reach the Sixth Legion's camp.

Two teams of soldiers from the Sixth Legion were dispatched to meet the remaining troops. The whole process was orderly and there was no panic.

This surprised the two who had high expectations, and made them somewhat doubtful of their previous judgment.

However, not long after the Sixth Legion finished rescuing this group of remnants, a small Cavalry arrived at the walls of Ironwire City.

They shouted that they were from the Count Lloyd's Cavalry battalion and requested to be allowed into the city to meet the Eldest Young Master Lenster.

The officer guarding the city gate dared not delay and quickly reported to Lenster and Kadok.

Looking out from the city wall, the two saw some familiar faces, but even so, Lenster dared not be careless.

The Cavalry below the city were instructed to select two representatives to carry a token into the city via a hanging basket.

Soon, two Cavalry rode up the city wall in a gondola. When they saw Lenster, they knelt down and handed him the letter tube given to them by Count Lloyd Lenster.

Lenster took the letter, opened it, and read, "It is indeed Father's handwriting and seal. As expected, we won..."

Lenster's hands trembled slightly, while Kadok winked at him, eager to know what was written in the letter.

Lenster took a deep breath, handed the letter to Kadok, and said to the two Cavalry, "Thank you for your hard work."

At this moment, Kadok shouted loudly.

"We have won! The Count will be leading his troops back soon. The enemy's detachment has been defeated by the Count!"

When all the soldiers guarding the city heard the news, they were all incredulous. Many looked at Lenster, hoping to get an answer from him.

Lenster smiled and nodded, shouting loudly, "Rejoice, my compatriots! Our main force has defeated another detachment of the Sixth Legion and is now on its way back to reinforce Ironwire City. We have won!"

Upon hearing this, everyone could no longer contain their excitement and cheered loudly.

"We've won!" "We've held on!" "The Count is coming back!"

After everyone finished cheering, Lenster quickly stopped the still excited crowd and said to the garrison, "Open the city gates immediately and let the troops below enter the city so that the people inside can also know this good news."

The stones and debris piled up at the city gate were then removed, the city gates were opened wide, and the small Cavalry unit quickly entered the city.

Meanwhile, the people in the city had already received news of the Count's victory and would soon return to Ironwire City, meaning the enemy could no longer threaten the Ironwire City's safety.

Many residents rushed to the city gate and cheered for the Cavalry entering the city. Although the force was small, numbering only a hundred or so, it was the first army to return since the siege of Ironwire City, and it brought such good news.

The city gates turned into a sea of cheers, everyone was overjoyed, and this joy quickly spread throughout the city.

After several days of oppressive siege, the residents were finally able to laugh out loud.

Lenster stood below the city gate, watching the cheering crowd below, and smiled as he directed his soldiers to close the gate.

"Even if victory is within reach, we cannot let our guard down. The enemy is still there and could launch another attack at any time!"

Just then, a soldier asked Lenster, "Young Master, once the Count returns, we'll have won, won't we?"

"Yes, the Count's troops will be back soon, and then we will win!"

"Great! We've finally defended Ironwire City. Marco and the others didn't sacrifice themselves in vain." As he spoke, the young soldier began to wipe away his tears.

Lenster paused for a moment, "Yes, their sacrifice was not in vain, Ironwire City was defended!"

Inside the Sixth Legion's Temporary Camp, Turas listened to the cheers coming from the distant Ironwire City.

Ivand, who was standing to the side, was pacing back and forth, looking rather agitated.

As the cheers gradually faded, Turas lowered his hands, which had been cupped in front of him.

"Ivand, is everything packed?"

"Everything that needed to be taken away has been packed up, and the remnants of the Fifth Regiment have also been settled."

"Then let's set off. After we leave, have someone set the camp on fire as a celebratory fireworks display for Ironwire City!"

Upon hearing this, Ivand's left cheek twitched slightly, and he clearly gritted his teeth.

"Yes!"

Turas looked at Ivand, who was gritting his teeth, and said, "Don't be angry. As long as I survive this time, I will come back here again, and no one will be able to stop me from taking Ironwire City."

Ivand nodded heavily, "My lord, don't forget me either."

The First Regiment began to slowly leave the camp. This time, everything of value in the camp was taken away, leaving only a pile of empty tents and some supplies that did not need to be taken.

The commotion was naturally noticed by Ironwire City, and Lenster and Kadok rushed to the front wall.

The two watched as the army gradually headed north until it disappeared at the end of the trade route.

"They really left!"

"Yes!"

"What a pity! If I had a Cavalry, I definitely wouldn't have let them go so easily!"

"Yes, that's such a pity!"

The two responded in unison.

Finally Kadok remarked, "They really got out of there quickly!"

Lenster simply nodded.

They had thought they might have to fight the Sixth Legion again before Count Lloyd returned.

Unexpectedly, Turas gave up so easily and chose to retreat directly.

Lenster composed himself and turned to leave.

"There's still a mess to clean up, so it's a good thing that the Sixth Legion left so decisively."

After all, his father's letter also said that he had to catch up with another detachment and deal with them before he could return.

The territory suffered heavy losses this time, and it's uncertain whether the looted wealth will be enough to cover the deficit.

Lenster pondered this to himself and returned directly to the Count's mansion.

A day later, Count Lloyd's troops successfully ambushed Wen's troops.

However, Count Lloyd did not expect that the two squads under Wen's command would not be paired together.

The Second Regiment discovered that Wen Du and his Third Regiment were surrounded by the army of the Ironvine Territory, so they abandoned their supplies and led their troops away.

Temperature was completely dumbfounded. In the end, his troops were wiped out by Count Lloyd, and he barely escaped with his life.

Although Count Lloyd was somewhat disappointed that he had not been able to completely annihilate this detachment, at least half of them had been wiped out, which was still a decent result.

Finally, the remaining troops of the Sixth Legion regrouped at the Third Outpost and, under the command of Turas, withdrew in an orderly manner from the Ironvine Territory.

As for Wen Du, who escaped alone, he was immediately executed on the spot by Turas's orders, which was considered a way of venting his anger.