Heimarian Odyssey

Miller feels what happened these days like a dream. First, struggling to make a living, joined the militia, and later when delivering supplies to the city, the unfathomable mystery was pulled to guard the city gate.

The sharpest weapon I ever had was the Scissor Miller. Now he is a member of the city defender carrying a long spear and a sword on his waist.

Wearing Shalor’s standard armor, Miller stroking the sword around his waist with one hand, walked on the west side of Odiz City, and hurled at the to-and-fro militia transporting supplies.

Not bad, Miller is very up to date. A few days ago, he didn’t know who owned the dead man’s armor, but in Shalor, the soldiers who had the armor were at least Small Captain Level 1. There were dead people on the city’s head every moment. Who remembers if there were any before? Miller this person.

The middle Captain of the 3 arrow stacks on the north side of the west city gate encouraged him by patting Miller’s shoulder just now. The area guarded by Miller and the other Shalor soldiers resisted fiercely in the last Faustin attack. The Faustin soldiers under the city were not even close to the city wall and were repelled.

Finally, when the Zhong Captain came to inspect, he found that Miller, wearing armor, turned out to be the highest-ranking person in this place.

“Work hard! I’ll give you a vacation tonight!” Miller’s boss said admiringly.

“Yes!” Miller said firmly, pretending to be dedicated to the country. This made his Zhong Captain happy. After a burst of hearty laughter, this Zhong Captain went to other places to inspect.

Walking to the corner, the squadron suppressed the smile on his face, with a puzzled expression on his face, “Why don’t I remember that I have this number under my hand, is it a newcomer?” Captain shook the head, these 2 Tian added that there are too many people in their squadron, even Small Captain has several. He can’t remember everyone’s name, let alone face. It can only be judged by the armor and military uniform.

Miller finally let out his body after the middle Captain who watched them left.

What kind of Small Captain is he, it’s a miller who is completely pig-nosed with green onions, even standard slashing and straight stabs will not do. These days of fighting is to hide his head under the arrow, or hold his long rod. Spear stabbed at the city wall indiscriminately, and didn’t know the Faustin soldier who stabbed a certain bad luck.

This is Miller’s own opinion, other soldiers are different. Dare to fight against Faustin soldiers who are standing on the head of the city and lying on the ladder. Miller is famous among the Shalor soldiers. Most of the soldiers in this area were like Miller, who were forced to defend the city, and many were not as bold as Miller.

As for hiding in arrows. . . The skin that Miller wears is also Small Captain Level 1. Normally, shouldn’t Small Captain direct the battle in the arrow pile?

This is the view of many soldiers. This strange view has made Miller among these soldiers a big name these days? At least Miller doesn’t need to worry now, others will poke him.

For nearly a week of fighting and a pure royal accent, no soldier would doubt the authenticity of Miller’s position.

Whistling, Miller walked toward the inside of the city wall with a sawdust in his mouth. In the evening, it’s time for dinner.

The food this week is the most luxurious food Miller has ever eaten in his life. There are enough granola tubes, and his Small Captain also has a bowl of fragrant broth.

Miller returned home two days ago, and his wife was surprised by his changes. This greatly satisfied Miller’s vanity.

Watching his two children devour the food they brought home, Miller couldn’t help but feel 2 10000. Just a week ago, their family of 1000 needed relief food to survive.

“Ford, wrap me 2 pieces of meat!” Miller called to a cook who was distributing food to soldiers.

“Good!” Ford replied.

Miller, as Small Captain, has a bowl of broth for every meal, but he doesn’t want it. Instead, he asked the logisticians to replace him with meat. His two children were just when they were growing up. Little Brat hadn’t eaten meat a few times when he grew up so big. As a father, Miller needed to do something for the two children.

Ford wrapped the two pieces of meat that were not the size of his palm together, and handed it to Miller, along with two pieces of wheat crackers.

Miller collected the meat, holding the wheat cake in one hand, and went up to the city again.

The vacation that Zhong Captain gave him was the evening, and although it is close to the evening, he still needs to stick to his post.

Lying next to the lookout in the arrow, Miller stared at the movement of Faustans in the distance while dealing with the food in his hands. Two wheat cakes are just right for his not strong physique.

Miller, who became Small Captain inexplicably, is not doing nothing all day. Miller, who has been a tavern mate in Otis City for more than 20 years, has a pair of good eyesight. He can quickly spot the offensive movement of Faustin soldiers in the distance.

This ability allows him to avoid waves of threats in these days of battle.

“Boss! What’s the matter?” a tall man with a round face asked Miller.

This guy is a soldier under Miller, and also a recruit who has been dragged to the head of the city in the past two days. He speaks a very serious northern dialect, and sometimes others can’t understand what this big guy says every day.

Only in a crowded pub, Miller, who has been around for so many years, can roughly hear what the big man says. This is so, this big man has the best relationship with Miller these days.

“Nothing! Aoun.” Miller murmured back. This big man named Aoun didn’t know if the altitude was too high and his ears were leeward, and he always needed a loud voice from others to hear him.

The rest of the soldiers didn’t like to deal with this big man, except for his inferior height, it was just too hard to talk to him. You talk to him for a long time. Not only did he not hear anything clearly, but you still don’t know what he was talking about. The end result is that you will feel like a fool.

“Oh!” Ornn touched his head, walked over, and sat down on the haystack beside Miller.

Miller bit the granola, watching the big man sitting there with his head down and saying nothing, curiously asked, “Did you have dinner?”

Aoun opened his mouth and didn’t answer Miller’s question. He lowered his head and kept pulling the hay on the haystack.

Miller understood at a glance, did not say much, took out another piece of wheat cake in his arms and put it in his hand again, got up and walked out. Not long after, Miller walked into the arrow stack with another piece of wheat cake.

“Eat! Why don’t you eat it?” Miller watched Aoun holding the piece of wheat cake he gave him, and did not say anything for a long time.

Aoun showed a grateful expression, and then he ate it gorgingly. Aoun, who is not low, eats such a piece of wheat biscuits, and it takes only 2 or 3 bites.

Watching Aoun start to eat, Miller walked over and sat down again leaning on the arrow, biting the piece of wheat cake that he hadn’t finished, and said: “You guy, Bai Chang is such a tall man, just you Physical, can you be bullied by others?”

Aoun didn’t answer, wondering if he didn’t hear Miller’s words.

Miller didn’t say much to see how this guy was starving to death. Aoun is also considered a wonderful work under his hands. He is obviously strong and tall, but his personality is a soft persimmon. Anyone can crush him by 30%. The food that belonged to him was probably deducted again.

Miller, who has been a buddy in the tavern for so many years, has never seen him. It is the first time he has met Aoun. Because of this, Miller took care of this silly guy a little.

After eating the granola in his hand, Miller collected another piece of granola and the 2 pieces of meat. This is for his wife and children to eat tonight.

Grabbing the long spear next to the arrow stack, Miller yawned, leaning against the lookout, and dozed off. From midnight last night to now, he didn’t close a glance, and his body was already at its limit.

I don’t know how long he lay down, Miller was woken up by a shaking. In his sleepy eyes, Miller saw Aoun’s anxious face and the movement of looking out hastily.

“What’s the matter?” Don’t disturb Miller who is sleeping. He is in a bad mood. He feels that he has just squinted for a while before he wakes up.

Following the direction of Aoun’s view, Miller looked out through the observation tower. Outside the city, which was already almost dark, countless red torch lights up. Like many stars, like meteorites, and more like Ghost Fire of countless souls. At this moment, Miller’s stunned mind instantly became sober.

“Quick! Quick get up!” Miller dragged Ornn’s tall body anxiously, rushing out of the arrow stack.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!” Without Miller’s reminder, the scouts on other arrow towers also found countless Faustan soldiers approaching outside the city.

Pulling Ornn to the guard area of ​​his team, Miller was still muttered in disbelief, “No way, how come there are so many people.”

At the Faustin headquarters 2 yards from the head of Otis, Kensell Prince and Marquis of Mammon were sitting in front of a curtain of flames, carefully staring at Mubri.

It can be seen that the flame curtain is the live situation of the East City Gate in Otis City, besides Kensell Prince and the Marquis of Mammon, there are 2 people next to it.

One of them held a crystal ball and pointed directly at the flame curtain, which seemed to be a magician supporting the flame curtain. The other person, together with Kensell Prince and the Marquis of Mammon, sat together, watching the battle on the front line together.

“This time, thanks to Uncle West Asia, you arrived in time.” Kensell Prince said to the new middle-aged man.

“Prince, you are serious. This is what the subordinates should do.” The Marquis of West Asia’s family is a loyal guardian. They only obey the orders of the King Faustan and his heirs. The compliment to Prince Kensell, the Marquis of West Asia dare not be proud .

“Tonight, with the powerful attack of the powerful Legion Three Great Legions, I don’t believe I can’t tear the defense of Otis City!” Kensell Prince was in victory.

“Well, since the death of Marquis Wood, the imposing manner of Legion soldiers has been in a low state, but has not yet tasted a defeat. As the so-called mourning soldiers will win, Legion is the main force in the siege of the city.” Rarely touted Legion once.

“This battle will win!” Kensell Prince said with his fist slammed on the table.

Tonight, the city of Otis was full of flames, and the shouts of killing did not stop until the early morning of the second day.

On January 13674, 1 of the Omor calendar, the Kingdom of Faustan, located in the south central region of the mainland, launched a full-line attack on the city of Otis, the capital of neighboring Shalor. A total of 9 Faustan soldiers broke through two city gates in the east and west of Otis City overnight. The remaining Shalor garrison and members of the noble royal family were wiped out the next day after staying in the city for one night.

This five-year war between the two nations was declared over with the destruction of the Shalor Kingdom. . . . . .

This event recorded in the chronicles of the Omor Empire is of course unknown at this moment.