Chapter 55

"Here they come, in full force!"

"Worse than in Cedar Town!"

"It's all because of Major Lin Mo. We would have left long ago! Look, that despicable city lord has taken all the credit."

Li Mubing was extremely dissatisfied with being inexplicably dragged into this world's war, and the dragon knights' excessive sympathy had repeatedly pulled her and her sister into danger.

Whether it was the incoming civilians seeking refuge from the war or the local residents within the city, everyone was now praising their city lord, elevating Baron Hong Yu's prestige to new heights.

"Sister! Don't say such things!"

Li Muxin pulled her sister a dozen steps away, glanced at Major Lin Mo, who was still observing the Portland army on the city wall, and whispered, "You should know what we should and shouldn't do. Major Lin Mo makes the decisions. We must think and see what he hasn't thought of or seen. Understand?"

"Sister, aren't we just becoming his servants, always being dragged into trouble by him?"

Li Mubing, the younger sister, felt somewhat resentful. Since they couldn't return to Earth, they could have used Lin Mo's noble status as a shelter to live a comfortable and stable life, while also cultivating their own forces, unlike the lowly commoners who lived in constant fear.

Born under the red flag and raised singing red songs, Li Mubing found it difficult to adapt to this world.

After all, the people of this world were not her taxpayers, and a sense of responsibility like Lin Mo's was even more out of the question.

"Isn't this our duty as intelligence officers?"

Li Muxin sighed and said softly.

Her sister, caught up in the situation, still hadn't realized her true position.

"Duty?"

Li Mubing, the younger twin, was indeed taken aback and then lowered her head in dejection.

Intelligence officers gather information, analyze it, and provide strategies, or carry out targeted operations based on the requirements of their superiors. As her sister said, this was exactly what they were supposed to do, a natural duty.

"Major Li Muxin, Major Li Mubing, take cover, the Portland army is about to launch their first attack!"

Lin Mo's voice suddenly came from nearby, and despite the distance, he had heard every word of the sisters' conversation.

The sisters then focused their attention on the Portland army outside the city.

The two ten-thousand-strong units were only half of a legion, with one of them forming a perfectly regular attack formation.

Infantry with one hand on a battle knife and the other on a round shield were in the front, followed by three rows of neatly arranged archers. A few mages in robes, holding staves, were scattered among the archers, tightly protected by fully armored knights in the center.

Several mobile arrow towers, even taller than the walls of Lian City, were ready to go. The thick wood from the Blue Mist Forest was easily crafted by the Portland engineers into these mobile firing platforms.

Among the infantry, there were many long siege ladders, the most prominent being a massive battering ram. The heavy wooden roof, pulled by four oxen, hung a thick, heavy iron-tipped ram that could withstand boulders and burning oil thrown from the city walls and forcefully batter the city gates.

On the surface, there was no sign of any strategy, just a textbook-style attack.

The Lian City soldiers on the city walls were somewhat nervous, hiding behind the battlements and observing the movements outside. These soldiers, who had seen blood in bandit raids, had never experienced real war. Despite Captain Lei Ze's constant urging, they still showed signs of panic.

"Fortunately, they don't know how to concentrate their firepower to break through a point!"

Lin Mo, seeing the battle formation about to unfold below, breathed a sigh of relief. The enemy had placed too much importance on the mages, distributing them evenly along the line instead of concentrating them.

"Hey, Lord Morin, what did you say?"

Baron Hong Yu, overseeing the battle on the city wall, seemed to have heard something and turned to ask curiously.

"Oh, nothing, nothing!"

Lin Mo took off his empty rider's bow and began preparing the arrows. Archery was a required skill for air knights.

"I'm not his father, why should I teach him to be smart!"

Outside the main tent of the Portland army, the ten-thousand-strong commander, Vandega, and his adjutant chatted idly.

"Look, Eifel, Mosrig is about to start!"

"Hehe, the capital's students, all talk and no action. Compared to you, Commander Vandega, they are far behind. You have built your reputation step by step through battle achievements."

The adjutant did not hesitate to flatter his commander with almost fawning words.

"But his formation is impeccable, isn't it?"

Vandega, holding his battle knife, stood firm, his eyes slightly narrowed, not missing any changes on the city walls or below.

"Heavens, the Silarans are not wooden dummies. Standing there with their necks stretched out, waiting for their soldiers to be cut down, is just too naive."

His adjutant, Eifel, said in a surprised tone, though he also did not have high hopes for the young noble with the blood thorn bird crest.

"Never mind, Mosrig is here to gain experience and won't stay in our legion for long. Let him practice. Eifel, go tell Captain Zoren to gather his troops and be ready to support Mosrig's ten-thousand-strong unit. These poor soldiers, I hope they will forgive their commander."

The commander of the First Division, Vandega, knew very well that the defenders had the advantage of terrain. The tall city walls, though weathered and unused for many years, still showed signs of regular maintenance by the Silarans.

All of this was thanks to the city defense commander, the veteran fifth-rank swordsman Lei Ze, who had participated in wars. His rich war experience and crisis awareness made him always emphasize the importance of the city walls, organizing small-scale repairs multiple times to maintain their current state.

"Yes, Commander Vandega!"

The adjutant glanced disdainfully at the direction of the Silaran city, saluted the commander, and began to relay the orders personally.

"First Division, attack! Second Division, support! Archers, start suppressing!"

The high-ranking student of the Saint Haiman Military Academy, named after the first Grand Marshal, and the direct descendant of the Bird family, Mosrig, touched the blood thorn bird crest on his chest, suppressing his excitement, and issued the attack order.

He did not notice that his voice was slightly trembling, perhaps from nervousness, perhaps from excitement, or perhaps this was the beginning of his rise in the noble ranks!

Whoosh!~

A positioning arrow shot out, accurately embedding itself in the Silaran city wall.

This was a good start.

Immediately, with the creaking of bowstrings, a burst of arrows shot out in a dense rain.

"Ah!~"

Several cries of pain echoed on the Lian City walls, and faint screams and shouts could be heard from within the city. A few unfortunate souls fell to the Portland arrows.

"Attack!"

Although the commander of the Second Division was a newcomer seeking experience, it did not mean that the officers below him were inexperienced.

The mobile arrow towers moved forward with a loud rumble, the archers began suppressing the defenders on the city walls, and the wide view from the towers allowed the Portland forces to cover a long stretch of the wall.

The shouts of battle and the waving of battle flags filled the air. Groups of siege ladders, accompanied by infantry, rushed toward Lian City, while the archers behind them began their second round of volleys.

"Archers, counterattack! Aim for those you find most annoying."

The city defense commander, the fifth-rank swordsman Lei Ze, held his sword and shouted down at the city. Before the Portland infantry reached the city walls, the main force on the walls relied on the archers.

Archers, after all, were not machine guns. After firing twenty arrows, they would face exhaustion and muscle strain.

Even a master archer would be unable to continue after firing a hundred arrows, but for the sea of enemies, it was like a drop in the bucket.

The tactical arrangement of the Lian City defense commander was undoubtedly correct. The limited effectiveness of the archers was best used to target enemy low-ranking officers, rather than wasting arrows on the common soldiers.

"Magic!"

With a cry of alarm, a burst of fire flashed on the left side of the Lian City gate. The aftereffects of a fireball engulfed a Lian City soldier, who screamed as he fell from the wall, landing heavily on the ground and dying instantly.

"Damn, Lord Tricoraca!"

Baron Hong Yu, crouching behind the battlements, shouted. The enemy's fire spell had missed him by only thirty steps. If it had been a bit off, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"No running, hold your positions!"

The roar of the city defense commander, Lei Ze, echoed across the wall. He had just mercilessly beheaded a soldier who had tried to flee. Blood stained his sword, and the usually caring commander now looked like a demon from hell, his face twisted in a grimace.

In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures were necessary. If the line broke, the entire defense would collapse in a chain reaction without the use of harsh and bloody means to suppress it.

The city defense soldiers, terrified by the magic attacks, were intimidated by their commander.

Comparing the two, Lord Lei Ze was more terrifying. The next magic attack could hit anywhere, but Lord Lei Ze would certainly be the first to execute them like the unfortunate soldier.

The wall, which had briefly fallen into chaos, stabilized again, and morale slowly began to recover.

"Earthquake!~"

The fifth-rank earth mage Tricoraca, surrounded by a brownish-yellow magic shield, finally completed his spell, pointing his dark blue staff forward.

A large pit suddenly appeared beneath a tall mobile arrow tower, causing it to lose balance. With the screams of the Portland soldiers, it toppled over, even crushing some of the charging infantry.

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The free completion satisfaction vote and the annual best work vote for "Dragon Rider Fighter"? Think of the poor protagonist, Gold Coin!

As for the second protagonist, Lin Mo (Morin), let him cool off somewhere.

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