Siege and Song

Fayol City was not an important city, just a small border town of the Sweno Duchy, but it was the last city that the Northern Kingdom could control.

The entire the North region has fallen.

Earl Jacob led his valiant "Scania People's Glory Legion" to conquer all directions, raising the banner of the Northern Kingdom, absorbing exiled nobles and their private armies from all over the land, expanding the legion to tens of thousands of people, and even recapturing several cities in succession.

The supporters in the the North, both overt and covert, were immediately invigorated. They all believed that a miracle was about to happen, that the legendary hero would reappear, and lead them to a glorious victory.

But little did they know, this was just the last gasp of life in the the North.

Marshal Dolo of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom mobilized troops from all over the country to launch a full-scale siege against the so-called "Glory Legion".

It is said that during those days and nights, the sound of cannon fire never stopped, and even the ground was lowered by three feet. Earl Jacob and his army suffered heavy losses and retreated in succession.

In the end, Earl Jacob led his last three thousand defeated soldiers to the Fayol City, where they retreated and hid—the last city in the the North.

The Sweno Duchy, the Fayol City.

The city walls were scarred, the flags were tattered, and the soldiers were covered in dust.

The land was ravaged, the wind howled, and in the distance, an army of ashes occupied the wilderness.

On the cracked city wall, Earl Jacob stood with his hand on his sword, gazing silently at the distant, mottled waves, his expression extremely heavy.

This "Great Wall of the North" was wearing heavy armor, its surface stained with blood and covered with the dust of cannon fire, and even had small bullet holes and fragments of cannonballs embedded in it.

But he still stood tall and straight, like a sturdy pine tree in the wind and snow.

"Is the the North really doomed?"

He muttered to himself in the lowest of his voices.

Jacob Rosa was a man of unwavering will, who rose to fame at a young age and achieved great feats; he possessed almost all the qualities Fighter should have.

But when he saw the swarming, burning army surrounding Fayol City, even someone as resolute as him couldn't help but doubt his ability to win.

Is such an army truly something that humanity can defeat?

"Earl Excellency."

His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of his adjutant beside him.

"The army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom is almost here. This time it is the main force led by Dolo, along with some Starfallers, totaling about 20,000 people."

"Good."

The answer was exceptionally concise, yet every word resonated powerfully.

The adjutant sighed almost imperceptibly, then asked again in a low voice, "Earl lord, what should we do next?"

"Hold on."

The answer remained concise and powerful.

But this time, Earl Jacob climbed to the top of the tower and looked around under the gaze of thousands of soldiers, scanning their ashen faces.

"Soldiers, I have always regarded you as my own children..."

"And now, I want to tell you—never give up."

"We are the last hope of the the North, and the last hope of the Scania People. We represent the traditions of the the North for thousands of years, and we represent true order and justice..."

"We may seem to be fighting alone, but we have countless allies. If we survive, the entire Anzeta will rejoice; if we die, the entire Feanso Continent will mourn and waile."

Finally, Earl Jacob raised his sword high.

"For the the North."

The voice was not loud, but every word was firm.

The soldiers, who had suffered greatly, began to recover from their fatigue and grief.

Having endured such a long war and faced an almost invincible opponent, Jacob Rosa had become more than just their general and lord; he was their spiritual pillar and even a symbol of the Knightly Spirit of the the North.

It was also the support that kept all the soldiers alive.

As long as Earl Jacob remains in power, people will believe in miracles.

So the soldiers, with their already hoarse throats, roared with all their might.

"For the the North! Victory!"

"Fight for the Earl!"

Earl Jacob's gaze swept across the soldiers' faces, a sense of tragic grandeur welling up within him. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.

"I wander with the north wind."

"Bai Shuang brought news of my death..."

"Snow covers my body, and my beloved cannot recognize my face."

This was a lament of the the North, but in his mouth it sounded like a victory song.

He sang of the Scania People' indomitable will and their unwavering determination to fight to the death.

"But do not grieve for me, for I died on the battlefield of glory..."

The soldiers were also moved by the song, singing the familiar tune in hoarse, low voices. The long, desolate melody echoed across the fields, filling the city walls with a tragic atmosphere.

"I wander with the north wind—"

"White Frost brings news of my death—"

The sound came suddenly and was exceptionally loud.

It even easily drowned out the soldiers' singing, enveloping the entire city. People looked out of the city, and even Jacob turned his head in surprise.

How is that possible?

How could the army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom possibly sing this song?

Jacob's psychological defenses crumbled instantly, and a sense of despair surfaced deep within him.

Yes, the entire the North except for Fayol City have fallen, and the former the North have become prisoners of war, so it's not surprising that they can sing this song.

However, they didn't know that some bored player had turned on the speakers, trying to steal their background music, and even plotting to remix it into a DJ version.

Good Luck Song Good Luck Song you!

Good Luck Song bring joy and love!

The song "Song of the North" paused, then changed to the lively and festive "Good Luck Song," which was completely out of place with the original somber atmosphere of the battlefield.

"..."

Earl Jacob's long-suppressed emotions were thrown into chaos.

His brows furrowed, and his face turned extremely grim. He walked slowly down the city wall in silence and instructed the soldiers, "They are about to attack the city. Make all preparations."

Earl Jacob didn't say much, after all, they had been fighting the kingdom's army for many days and were well aware of the enemy's methods.

Sure enough, the roar of artillery fire began.

The wilderness began to tremble.

A piercing, shrill sound came from the air.

Earl Jacob calmly and resolutely proclaimed:

"It's artillery fire—get down!"

Before he could finish speaking, the soldiers instinctively scattered, lying down behind the fortifications, some even going directly inside the city walls.

They had already experienced several rounds of shelling and were well aware of the power of this terrible weapon; moreover, they were mostly the best survivors of the shelling.

People who lack this intuition cannot survive.

But they were helpless and could only pray for Tempus's protection so that they might survive the gunfire.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Hundreds of pounds of metal shells fell, blowing living people into pieces, and the fragments were enough to pierce through flesh.

Death's scythe relentlessly reaps lives.

But under the brutal torment of war, both generals and soldiers had become somewhat numb, and death had become commonplace.

They wouldn't even shout or howl; they would just instinctively let out a short "Ah!" when they were about to be blown up, but this sound would usually be masked by the explosion.

Blood, flesh, and rubble flew everywhere. The city walls were reduced to ruins after being bombarded by cannonballs, and several protruding city towers even collapsed with a roar.