"We can't defend it at all, marshal!"
The orc seemed to be endless, and those cannon fodders rushed up desperately.
With their bodies, they piled up half the wall.
Now, some orc with strong climbing ability had already been able to reach the city wall.
The soldiers took turns to attack day and night.
They were exhausted.
"We can't defend it?"
The marshal asked with a sneer, whose eyes turned red from staying up late.
He pointed at the soldiers who were striving to prepare for the battle.
"How dare you say to them that we can't hold on any longer and are going to surrender?"
Those soldiers held their weapons and fell asleep in the dark and cold swamp, regardless of their wet cotton clothes.
The marshal felt sorry for them, but they were short of soldiers.
He had no choice but to arrange them in this way.
It was said that the principality also had a war with another aristocrat. As soon as the news came, soldiers immediately cursed.