dognovel Chapter 436 The cold wind is biting
Chapter 436 The cold wind is biting
The cold wind blew across the island of Cecilius, like a sharp knife, mercilessly scraping the faces of the defenders on the fortress, making them shiver involuntarily. The biting cold seemed to solidify their bones.
"This damn weather, why is it still so cold in the south?"
One of the defenders exhaled white air and curled up tighter, trying to squeeze out a bit of warmth from the cold air.
The soldier next to him heard his complaint, smiled helplessly, and reached out to take out a Kusha blanket from his arms. The blanket was soft and warm, which was in stark contrast to the thin clothes on his body. He wrapped himself in the blanket, sighed comfortably, and then said to the guard beside him:
"I seized two blankets during the previous ambush against the Kushans. If you need them, I'll go back and get them for you."
"Want to want."
The guard responded eagerly, his eyes full of desire. He wrapped the blanket around himself and immediately felt a warm current spreading through his body, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. However, the warmth was only temporary, and soon he frowned again and continued:
"Rather than a blanket, I want a piece of hot food. Anything is fine as long as it's not that damn oatmeal. I've been eating this for the past few days and I can't hold on any longer. I feel like there's a stone in my stomach."
"Hey, look."
At this moment, the soldier next to him suddenly pointed in a direction in the sky and said with shining eyes. Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw a bird flying from north to south. Its body was agile and it still maintained a stable flying posture in the cold wind.
The soldier instantly became excited, immediately took off his blanket, picked up his crossbow, and rushed towards the bird, shouting as he ran:
"Look, I'll shoot it down. I'll roast it right after I change shifts, and then we'll have a delicious meal."
However, before his wish could be fulfilled, someone got there first. An arrow shot out from the tower with a whoosh. The arrow was as fast as a meteor and hit the bird flying above. The bird let out a shrill scream and fell straight into the wall.
"Ouch, my meat!"
The soldier stamped his feet in annoyance and shouted regretfully.
At this time, a group of soldiers had gathered inside the wall, all looking at the dead bird. Just as a hand reached out, before it could touch the bird, a soldier in the crowd suggested:
"Why not make soup? We won't be able to eat much meat anyway, so adding some wild vegetables and oats to it will give it a bit of flavor."
"Hey wait a minute, look at this bird."
When everyone was discussing heatedly, a soldier suddenly screamed. Everyone turned their eyes to him, and saw that he was squatting beside the dead bird, carefully examining the bird's claws. After a while, he untied the cloth tied to the bird's claws, but when he unfolded the cloth, a puzzled look appeared on his face, and it was obvious that there was a line of words written on it that they could not understand.
Fortunately, the soldiers also understood that the bird was probably a carrier pigeon, so the news spread among the soldiers immediately. One of the soldiers made a prompt decision and immediately handed the cloth to John.
"Ah sneeze!"
In a small, unheated room, John, leaning against a brazier, could not help sneezing. He took the cloth and read it carefully. The Kusha text on it read: Daiba was leading the Kusha people on the continent to resist the invasion of the Yoda people, but it was almost over. He hoped that Galixiga would send troops quickly, and they had no more food to transport to the south.
After thinking for a moment, he immediately found a pen and paper and wrote a letter carefully. Then he carefully placed the letter and the cloth sent by the Kushans in an envelope. He looked up and found an archer and said:
"You shoot this letter with arrows towards the Kusha camp."
After receiving the order, the archer immediately trotted all the way to the city wall. As the archer released the bowstring, the arrow carried the envelope in a graceful arc and fell to the ground. The Kusha scout who had been watching immediately stepped forward, and after seeing that it was a letter, he carefully took the letter back to the barracks.
At this moment, Galixica looked a little haggard, even thinner, and his originally upright figure now looked a little hunched. Still wearing his gorgeous robe, he sat on a chair in the tent, looking ahead with a somewhat empty gaze.
When he heard the news that the scout had brought back a letter, he immediately took the letter and opened the envelope impatiently.
To the Emperor of Kusha:
Hello, there is a letter from the north. You can look at the banner for the specific content. I am only responsible for delivering the letter to you. I hope you will take care of yourself.
Earl John
When he saw the contents, he was stunned for a moment and muttered to himself:
"What the hell."
Galixica looked at the letter suspiciously, and then his eyes shifted to the strip of cloth next to it. When he unfolded the strip of cloth and read the contents, his face instantly became solemn. He realized that the war with Yoda was on the verge of getting out of control.
Then he raised his head, looked at the generals and chiefs present, sighed deeply, and said:
"Everyone, Daiba sent me a message that the Kusha people in the north can no longer hold on and asked us to help..."
He read out the contents of the banner one by one.
After hearing this, all the generals and chiefs nodded and urged Galixica to go back to rescue them: "Your Majesty, we should go back immediately. The Kushans need our support."
However, Calixica slapped the table angrily, stood up, and said loudly:
"No! I don't want to go back yet. We haven't completely taken over this place yet, we can't give up all our efforts!"
"And the fact that they handed me the letter means that their soldiers killed the carrier pigeon, which means they are running out of food. If we continue the siege for another month, they will definitely not be able to hold on!"
There was a hint of determination in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind to continue fighting on Celilius Island.
Everyone present looked at each other, but did not dare to say anything more. They could only worry about the war in northern Kuxia in secret.
Inside the Earl's Castle, the smell of gunpowder had not yet completely dissipated. The soldiers once again successfully repelled the siege of Yoda's army, but this tragic battle also cost them a huge price.
On the city wall, the originally solid defense facilities have now been smashed into pieces and covered with traces of battle. The soldiers were busy and heavy sorting out the bodies of the enemy and our own soldiers. As for the remains of their own soldiers, they wrote down their names one by one, burned the bodies with respect and grief, and carefully placed the ashes in small jars with their names on them, as if this would allow the souls of the soldiers to rest in peace.
The corpses of the enemies were ruthlessly thrown into the enemy camp by catapults to prevent the occurrence of plague due to too many corpses being squeezed together.
"It's snowing."
At this time, a tired soldier looked up at the snowflakes slowly falling from the sky and couldn't help but sigh:
“It snowed quite early this year.”
There was a hint of vicissitudes and fatigue in his voice, and the snowflakes seemed particularly heavy in the gray sky.
Far away in the Yoda camp, Dougal sat in his tent, staring at the snowflakes flying in the air. The cold air seemed to penetrate the tent and freeze the entire camp. He frowned, thinking to himself that something was wrong.
The snow came so quickly that not only did it disrupt their deployment, but even some of the originally planned logistical arrangements might have been seriously affected by the sudden snow. Under the double attack of severe cold and fatigue, the morale of the soldiers might have been severely hit, putting them in a more unfavorable position in this war.
Thinking of this, Dougal clenched his fists tightly, secretly thinking about how to deal with the situation.