That night, on the hill where the Onyx Principality had taken refuge, the unconcealed excitement the minor noble vassals had shown when they first set out was nowhere to be seen. In its place were faces full of sorrow.
Because it seemed their army was about to be finished.
At this moment, they had been besieged on this mountain for nearly half a month.
During those half a month, the reinforcements they had been hoping for had yet to arrive.
Even worse, just two days ago, the army's rations had basically been exhausted. To keep the guards from starving to death, the minor vassals had no choice but to order them to dig up grass roots and strip tree bark to fill their stomachs.
But even so, there were more than eighty thousand troops on this mountain. Those grass roots and tree bark could not possibly sustain them for long.
And tonight, the king had finally made his decision: he would lead the army in an attempted breakout.
The minor nobles knew full well that if this breakout failed, then tomorrow or the day after, the king and several earls would likely demand that they abandon the ordinary guards and flee with the elite knight orders.
Though they were utterly reluctant to do so, in such a desperate situation, they had no other choice.
After all, the king and the earls were even prepared to abandon their own heirs, let alone subordinates like them.
"Are you all ready?" the king asked, looking at the six earls.
Just today, the Northern Principality had delivered them an ultimatum.
If they still refused to conduct peace talks and make the exchange according to the terms proposed several days ago, then tomorrow, the Northern Principality would launch an attack using the heirs as human