"General, I think we should hurry and see Lord Alexander. Don't you think your actions have overstepped your authority?"
Soroyev snorted coldly, his face already showing great impatience. (Updates continue...)
"Overstepping his authority?" Drogba sneered. "Bah! Overstepping my ass!" Drogba used a catchphrase that His Majesty the King often used when jokingly scolding them. Pointing his finger at Soroyev's nose, he questioned him without any politeness, "The Imperial Army and His Majesty Yassin appointed His Majesty Alexander to oversee all affairs in the Ajax war zone. All the soldiers in Twin Flag City are subjects of King Alexander. I am upholding justice for Your Majesty's subjects and clearing their names. Where is my overstepping my authority?"
"Enough! Watch your words, General. You are facing a second-class hereditary nobleman of the Empire. His status and position are no less than that of His Alexander you speak of." A nobleman stood up with a sneer to speak for the city lord.
Drogba picked at his ear. "What? What did you say? This fat pig dares to compare himself to King Alexander? I bet even the hemorrhoids on His Majesty Alexander's buttocks are a million times purer and nobler than this disgusting fat pig in front of me."
"To correct you, Didier," Pierce, who had been silent until now, said seriously, "I don't believe His Majesty has hemorrhoids. Could I take your statement just now as an attempt to tarnish His Majesty's image?"
Drogba was speechless for a moment.
"You..."
"That's outrageous!"
"Guards, seize these two lawless scoundrels and bring them before Alexander for questioning."
The nobles drew their longswords, shouting angrily. The teasing of the two burly men had touched their pitiful yet proud pride. Hearing their master's command, the silver-armored guards hesitated for a moment, then exchanged glances and charged forward with shouts.
"Hey, Paul, it's your time to shine." Drogba gestured with his chin.
"Damn it, I'm always the one doing this kind of thing..." [ White-Haired Swift Sword ] Pierce remembered King Majesty's catchphrase, and complained as he strode towards the charging guards. His movements were as fast as lightning, and he threw punch after punch, creating a series of sonic booms in the air. None of the charging guards had time to react, and they were all sent flying like broken sacks.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
A series of muffled thuds rang out, and forty or fifty guards, not even lasting thirty seconds, all lay on the ground groaning.
Adding to the fact that the city lord's guard captain had been knocked unconscious by Drogba's two slaps and one kick, no one was able to stand.
The nobles, who had just been raging and Bloody, were now dumbfounded, still in the position of drawing their swords. The nimble longswords they had drawn halfway through were now impossible to pull out, as if they were still attached to their scabbards.
Gods above, this seemingly foolish and reckless giant actually possesses such great strength?
This... he's Star-Rank Warrior? And judging from the way he attacked, it was as if he were strolling in a garden, he didn't exert much strength at all, as if he was holding back... Are these the soldiers under King of Chambord Alexander?
Even the cunning and shrewd Soroyev's legs trembled slightly at that moment.
He was once again horrified to discover that he had underestimated the King of Chambord.
Previously, he had been hoping to wait for an opportunity to test his skills against this young commander of the war zone, since young people are more prone to making mistakes. However, the harsh reality has made this treacherous nobleman, who was trying to endure the crisis in front of him, realize how absurd his idea was. He was helpless even against two generals under the King of Chambord.
"Fortunately, he's very strong and not in mortal danger, but he's lost an arm. I wonder if the mages accompanying the army can help him reattach it..." Drogba examined the tall, thin soldier who had lost an arm and was now unconscious from blood loss. His expression softened slightly. "Several men, find a stretcher and carry him to the [ Wolf Fang Legion ]'s wounded and sick quarters. Let the doctors and the accompanying mages treat him. Also, in Lord Alexander's name, reward him with twenty gold coins; he is a warrior of the Empire."
Several soldiers quickly found a stretcher and carried the injured man away for treatment.
"Alright, we've wasted so much time. Now we really have to go see King Alexander, young man," Pierce patted the young warrior on the shoulder and smiled. "Take a few companions with you to meet His Majesty Alexander and report what happened here to the lord. All rewards and punishments will be decided by the lord himself."
The young man nodded, both excited and nervous.
"Come on, Lord City Lord, do you expect us two brothers to drag you to see King Alexander?"
Under the sinister threats of the Heng and Ha, the Two Scoundrels, Lord Soroyev of Twin Flag City and more than a dozen nobles, like defeated roosters, dared not resist in the slightest. They followed behind the two men, looking dejected, towards the west gate of the city wall.
Sun Fei sat imposingly beneath the enemy tower at the west gate, listening to reports from garrison officers arriving from various parts of the city wall regarding the enemy kills and losses suffered during the recent defensive battle.
Roughly calculated, in less than a day since dawn yesterday, when the Sun was already setting behind the distant desert, the garrison of Twin Flag City suffered more than 4,000 casualties, while the vanguard of the [ Wolf Fang Legion ] lost 513 of its 6,000 men in the battle just now... Such losses are worse than Sun Fei had anticipated.
The soldiers of Twin Flag City could not afford to be depleted, while the enemy's forces were constantly being replenished.
If this situation continues, it would be a miracle if Twin Flag City could hold out for even ten days. Even if the [ Wolf Fang Legion ]'s follow-up army of 34,000 men arrived, whether they could hold out until the end of winter and the arrival of spring was definitely a question.
It seems that the situation facing Twin Flag City is far worse than Sun Fei had imagined.
"Order the Saint squad of thirty to patrol and guard all parts of the city walls, monitoring the movements of the Ajax forces. The rest of the garrison will use this time to rest, eat, and conserve their energy for the next attack!"
Sun Fei showed no sign of worry on his face; on the contrary, he was full of confidence, which gave the officers some confidence and assurance.
"Reporting to you, sir, Lord Soroyev and other nobles of the city have arrived," a soldier ran up to report.
"Bring them over." Sun Fei waved his hand casually.
"Yes, sir."
Soon, led by Drogba and Pierce, the city lord Soroyev and more than a dozen nobles walked over with uneasy expressions. The guards who had once swaggered around the city endured the pain inflicted by Pierce's punches, grimacing as they followed behind, not daring to groan loudly.
Soroyev and the nobles were extremely uneasy at this moment.
If they had temporarily reached a consensus in the watchtowers and huts on the north side of the city wall to muster the courage to compete with King of Chambord and patiently wait for an opportunity, then after what had just happened, that barely held onto courage had long since vanished. The king could easily sweep away all the nobles by sending just two big, burly men; this was no longer a problem that patience could solve.
Weak!
Too weak!
This word, which they had used countless times to describe the common people in the city, fell upon them for the first time, finally making these high-ranking nobles feel a helplessness and resentment they had never experienced before. In particular, the city lord, Soroyev, had no idea how he should greet his young rival.
After walking along the long city wall, under the watchful eyes of a dozen extremely fierce [ Wolf Fang Legion ] soldiers, the nobles finally arrived at the western gate watchtower.
This was the first time they had seen King of Chambord, who had terrified them for an entire day.
To everyone's surprise and disbelief, the madman they had been cursing every single second was actually so young. His extremely handsome face told everyone that the owner of this face was definitely no more than twenty years old. Although the intelligence they had received indicated that this rising star of the empire was extremely young, everyone was shocked when they actually met him.
However, the unintentional aura emanating from this young man made it difficult for these nobles to harbor any contempt for him.
Soroyev was walking at the front, slightly contracted his pupils.
He sensed a very peculiar feeling from the young man sitting quietly before him, seemingly deep in thought. This feeling was one he had experienced before, twenty-six years ago, when he was not as obese as he was today, when he was still a young and imaginative noble knight. That was a long time ago.
All wishful thinking and attempts to resist vanished at that moment.
The last shred of pride of being a second-class hereditary nobleman of the empire barely kept Soroyev from kneeling down.
A cold wind blew, causing the two flags fluttering atop the West Gate to dance and rustle in the sky.
One of the flags is golden yellow, embroidered with a sharp scimitar, exuding an air of elegance and nobility. It is the Ajax imperial flag that was cut down by Emperor Yassin Great after he conquered Ajax, the capital of Amsterdam, twenty-six years ago. It has been hanging here for twenty-six years, proclaiming the glory of the Zenit Empire and reminding the Ajax people that they were once conquered!
This flag is a disgrace to the people of Ajax, like a thorn deeply embedded in their hearts.
First update.
Tragedy struck; he had just been released from the Little Black Room.
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