Chapter 91 Arrival at Parliament City

  Three thousand Saulte people who were scared to death can no longer be called warriors. The army of 10,000 people had not left the city for more than a month, and only three thousand people came back alive, which surprised everyone. Neither Maro's men who provoked all this nor Azella, who was just crowned, could believe such a result.

  Just ten days ago, they had just received the news of Robito's fall and were celebrating, but the next moment the army in the parliament city retreated, which is not a reasonable thing at all. And the defeated army commander was full of strange weapons of the Allied Forces, that kind of thing that makes a loud noise and then makes the city wall collapse, but these are just his excuses in Azera's ears. Ten thousand people, even if they face the same number of enemies, will not be defeated so quickly in the state of defending the city.

  But no matter how Azera didn't believe it, the fact was already in front of him. Only 3,000 people out of 10,000 returned to the Council City, and Eran's coalition forces were about to approach the city. Azera had no time to deal with the so-called strange weapons of the coalition forces, he was busy stabilizing the situation in the city, mobilizing supplies, and mobilizing the people in the city to participate in the defense.

  Adding the three thousand Saults who can no longer be called warriors, there are now only seven thousand defenders in the city. Although the defenses of the Council City are sufficient, if the Allied Army of Eran adopts a siege tactic and cuts off the food and water sources in the city, the Council City will not be able to hold out for long, and the only possibility of winning is to reassemble the army.

  "That weapon is real." Marlo's man came into Azera's office, looking at the dispatch sheets littered with numbers and at Azera who seemed to have aged several years sitting among them: "My people also reported the existence of the weapon, your legion commander did not lie because of failure."

  "What's the situation like?" Azera said, her voice somewhat suppressed as she stared at the data handed over from various granaries in the city without lifting her head: "If that weapon doesn't exist, it can only mean my legion commander is incompetent. And if that weapon does exist, it means the City of Parliament is even more dangerous. Either way, both conditions are terrible news for me."

  "It's not entirely hopeless, perhaps my people can destroy that weapon." Marlo's man said: "And in the city there is also a temple of war gods with chosen warriors, with their help this war still has a chance to win. Train more warriors from within the city, just hold on for a month and we'll have the power to counterattack. I've already sent people to the western cities to seek aid, they will organize troops to come and support us."

  "That's enough! Put away your hypocritical face." Azera raised her head, looking at the man in front of her with a gloomy expression, almost gnashing her teeth as she said: "Don't pretend to be helping me anymore. Although I was deceived by you and chose this path at first, it doesn't mean that I've always been unaware of your actions."

  "I'm really helping you." The man smiled and said: "Don't you know everything I've done? I helped you persuade the western city to rebel, and helped you divert Eran's attention, stirred up the contradictions between Ankud and Arica so that they couldn't immediately form a united army, helped you find out the opponents in the city, and made the parliamentary city have a stable environment. You see, everything I've done is for your consideration, how can you say..."

  "Are you considering me?" Azera interrupted the man, her face cold with anger: "You have not considered anyone except to make Eran more chaotic! Don't think I really don't know what you're doing! You came to Eran just to let the Sart people kill each other, so that your emperor can occupy this place more easily in the future!"

  Azera is not a real fool, for fools would not sit in the Speaker's chair, no matter how great their family's power in the city. At first, Azera made mistakes due to impulsiveness and the temptation of fame and fortune, and walked on an irreversible path.

  But after Azura's coronation, he understood Maro's purpose. Maro, who had the upper hand in the battle against Carthage, had already set his sights on this land where his ancestors had failed many times. To prove his greatness, Emperor Caesar of Maro would surely send troops to attack Elan after eradicating Carthage, to complete what his ancestors had not done.

  The man in front of him was Caesar, the one who had been sent to weaken the power of Sartre. The civil war that had been going on in Eran for some time now had already caused tens of thousands of deaths and had a huge impact on the economy. This was no small blow to Eran, and after this internal strife, if Maro were to launch an attack, it would not be easy for Sartre to defend against it.

  The Altri, who had almost exhausted their strength, would not have enough soldiers and supplies to wage war. Elan, who urgently needed rest, might be defeated by Marlo, whose morale was boosted by his victory over Carthage, and forced to become a province of the Marlo Empire.

  "Isn't that a good thing?" Seeing his intentions had been exposed, Marlo's man also stopped pretending and smiled as he said: "To become part of the great empire, under the rule of the greatest emperor in history, I believe even a place like Eran can prosper. And if you lose Marlo's help now, all that awaits you is the guillotine. You'll have to follow the empire's arrangements all the way and obey, or else you won't be able to become the lord of Eran under the emperor's rule."

  Azera heard the man's words and didn't say anything, just as the man said, he had no way out. If he didn't hold onto Maro's leg tightly, all that awaited him was death. Azera let out a sigh without speaking, continuing to organize and distribute supplies in the city, so they could hold on for as long as possible.

  Marlo's man smiled and walked out of the office to arrange what he needed to pay attention to. The new weapon used by the Eland Allied Forces this time, like others who knew about it, was very interested, such a weapon if they could get the drawings, then his position in the dark would also be improved, he was already tired of being dispatched everywhere these days.

  At this time, the Allied Forces staying in Robbito also completed their preparations and began to advance towards Parliament City after replenishing supplies. They also witnessed the strange supply of Thunder Cliff. The large iron pouring transported from Thunder Cliff is the food for this demon army.

  Compared to other legions' method of driving cattle and sheep for supplies, these square iron buckets are easier to transport and seem to keep longer. Other legions have also come to the monster's camp under the pretext of discussing siege plans to see how these iron buckets are used.

  After several days of journeying, the Elenian coalition finally saw the towering walls of Parliament's City and the tense guardsmen atop them.

  Sieges usually take a long time. If it weren't for the walls of Robbitt being destroyed by the cannons of Thundercliff, it wouldn't have ended so quickly even after several days.

  Accordingly, the allied forces camped south of the Council City and built a camp to await the arrival of Ankhud's 4,000 soldiers. With these 4,000 soldiers came the tools prepared by Ankhud for building siege engines, as well as craftsmen for building siege equipment.

  The parliamentary city, located at the confluence of two rivers, has only one flat area on its southern side, which can provide conditions for attacking. This is not good for the attacker, as the narrowness of the attack surface allows the parliamentary city to concentrate its forces on a single section of wall. The 30-meter-high walls of the parliamentary city and various defensive facilities make this city have only one record of being captured in history. Taking down the parliamentary city requires paying a large price in lives to dye the walls of the parliamentary city red.

  "Can the artillery blast open the walls of the Parliament Building?" On a hill not far from the monster's camp, Emily stood behind Mo Yan and looked at the distant city wall of the Parliament Building, asking: "If we let the warriors force their way in, won't many more people die in vain?"

  "It's too thick." Mo Yan carefully observed the walls of the Parliament Building, shaking his head and saying: "Even if we have enough artillery shells, it would take a long time to blast open such thick walls. And even if we blow up the city gate and enter directly from there, the narrow passage behind the gate of the Parliament Building will make the soldiers inside become live targets for the crossbow arrows on the wall."

  "Can we just climb over the city wall?" Emily said with some reluctance: "How many people will die after all?"

  "If everything goes smoothly, taking down the Parliament Castle won't leave much for us to do." Mo Yan thought for a moment and roughly assessed the situation before saying: "Of course, this is referring to using a strong attack method. In reality, as long as our allied forces can surround the Parliament Castle for several months, we can force them to come out of the castle and engage in a decisive battle. At that time, with us having the advantage in numbers, we will have enough confidence to defeat them."

  "That's all we can do." Emily continued to gaze at the city walls of Parliament, a city she once took pride in, saying: "Once Parliament is taken down, everything will be over, won't it?"

  "Yes." Mo Yan laughed and joked: "In that case, the price of grain can also be reduced, and I can eat my fill at once."

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