Heimarian Odyssey

Miller felt like a dream these days. First, he struggled with his livelihood and joined the militia. Later, when he was delivering materials to Chengtou, he was inexplicably pulled to guard the gate.

The sharpest weapon I ever had was Miller with scissors. Now he is already a member of the garrison with a spear and a sword in his waist.

Wearing Charlotte's standard armor, Miller stroked the sword in his waist with one hand and walked to the west of Odyssey, scolding and urging the militiamen who were transporting supplies.

Yes, Miller flew to Huang Tengda. A few days ago, the dead man’s armor didn’t know who it was, but in Charlotte, the soldier with armor was at least a squad leader, and the city’s head was always dead, who remembers before Is there anyone like Miller?

The squadron leader of the three arrows on the north side of the west gate just patted Miller's shoulder just now and encouraged. The area guarded by Miller and other Charlotte soldiers was fiercely resisted during the last Fostan attack, and the Fostein soldiers under the city were not repelled even before the walls were approached.

When the last squadron leader came to inspect, he discovered that Miller in armor turned out to be the highest-ranking man in the area.

"Hard work! I will give you a vacation tonight!" Miller's head boss said approvingly.

"Yes!" Miller said firmly as he pretended to be dedicated to the country. This made his squadron leader more happy. After a hearty laugh, the squadron leader went to inspect other places.

Walking to the corner, the squadron smiled on his face, and his face was puzzled. "Why don't I remember that I have this man underneath, is it new?" The squadron shook his head, these two Tian added that there were too many people in their squadron, but there were several small captains. He couldn't remember everyone's name, let alone his face. It can only be judged by means of armor and military uniform.

After Miller watched their squadron leader leave, his body finally vented.

What kind of captain is he, a Miller who has a pig nose with green onions, and he can’t even do standard hacking and straight stabs. The battle these days is to hide his head under the arrow stack or hold his shot. The spear pounced indiscriminately under the city wall, and I didn't know that I had stabbed some unlucky Folstein soldier.

This is Miller's own opinion, the other soldiers are different. Dare to fight against the Folstein soldiers standing on the head of the city and lying on the ladder, Miller became famous among the Charlotte soldiers. Most of the soldiers in this film are like Miller, who was forced to the city and defended the city. Many are not as courageous as Miller.

As for hiding in the arrow box... The layer of skin that Miller was wearing was also the first level of the captain. Normally, shouldn't the captain command the battle in the arrow block?

This is the view of many soldiers. This strange view has given Miller a reputation among these soldiers these days. At least Miller doesn't have to worry now, others will poke him.

After nearly a week of fighting and a pure Wang Duqi, no soldier would doubt the authenticity of Miller's position.

Whistling, Miller had a wood chip in his mouth and walked to the inside of the city wall. In the evening, it is now the meal.

This week's food is the most luxurious food Miller has eaten in his life. The oatmeal is enough, and his captain has a bowl of fragrant broth.

Miller returned to his house two days ago, and his wife was surprised by his changes. This greatly satisfied Miller's vanity.

Watching his two children gobble up and eat the food they brought back, Miller couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Just a week ago, their family of three needed relief food to survive.

"Ford, wrap me two pieces of meat!" Miller yelled at a cook who distributed food to the soldiers.

"Good!" Ford replied.

Miller, as the captain, had a bowl of broth for every meal, but he didn't want to. Instead, he asked the logistic person to replace him with meat. When his two children grew up, the little guy had grown up and had not eaten meat a few times. Miller as a father needed to do something for the two children.

Ford wrapped up the two pieces of meat that were not yet palm-sized and gave them to Miller together with the two cereals.

Miller gathered the meat, grabbed the wheat bread in one hand, and went to the city again.

The holiday that the squadron leader gave him was evening. Although he is close to the evening, he still needs to stick to his post.

Lying next to the lookout in the battlement, Miller was staring at the movement of the Forsteins in the distance, while dealing with the food in his hands. Two oatmeal cakes are just right for his not strong physique.

Miller, who inexplicably became the squad leader, is not idle all day. Miller, who has been a pub buddy for more than 20 years in Odis City, has a good pair of eyesight. He can quickly find the distance, the attacking trend of the soldiers of Forstan.

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

"Boy! What's the matter?" a tall, round-faced man asked Miller.

This guy is a soldier under Miller and a recruit recruited to the city in the past two days. A northern dialect is extremely serious. Sometimes others do not understand what this big guy says every day.

Only in a pub with many ears, Miller, who had been mixing for so many years, could roughly hear what the big man said. This is why this big man has the best relationship with Miller these days.

"It's okay! Orne." Miller replied in a throat. The big man named Orne didn't know if it was too high, and his ears were leeward. He always needed someone's loud voice to hear it.

The rest of the soldiers didn't like to deal with this big man. Apart from that inferior height, it was too hard to talk to him. You told 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!" Orne touched his head and came over, sitting on the haystack next to Miller.

Miller bit the oatmeal, watching the big man sit there without saying a word, and asked curiously, "Have you eaten dinner?"

Orne opened his mouth and did not answer Miller’s question, holding his head down and holding the hay on the haystack.

Miller understood at a glance, without saying much, took out another piece of wheat bread in his arms and put it back in his hand, got up and walked out. Not long afterwards, Miller entered the arrow crib with a piece of oatmeal.

"Eat! Why don't you eat?" Miller looked at Orn holding the oatmeal he had given him, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Aoun showed a grateful expression, and then ate it guttedly. Orne, who is not too low, eats such a piece of oatmeal, which is about two or three bites.

Watching Orne start to eat, Miller walked over to lean against the arrow stack and sat down again, while biting the piece of oatmeal he hadn’t finished, and said, "You guy, Bai Chang is so tall, just you This physique can still be bullied by others?"

Orn didn't answer, I don't know if he didn't hear Miller's words.

Miller didn't say much to see how this guy starved to death. Orne is also a wonderful flower under his hands, obviously strong and tall, but his character is a soft persimmon, and everyone can crush him by three points. The food that belongs to him is probably deducted again.

Miller, who has been a buddy in the tavern for so many years, hasn’t seen anyone, and this is the first time that Orne is such a wonderful flower. That's why Miller took care of this silly guy.

After eating the oatmeal in his hand, Miller put away another oatmeal and the two pieces of meat, which was ready to go back tonight for his wife and children.

Grabbing the spear next to the arrow stack, Miller yawned, leaning on the lookout, and dozed off. From midnight yesterday to the present, he didn't close at a glance, and his body had already reached the limit.

I don't know how long I lay down. Miller was woken up by a wave of shaking. In his dim sleep, Miller saw Orne's anxious face and hurried outward movement.

"What's the matter?" Don't disturb the sleeping Miller. He was in a bad mood. He felt that he had just squinted for a while and was woken up.

In the direction of Orne's gaze, Miller looked out through the lookout tower. Outside the nearly dark city, countless red torches lit. Like stars, like meteorites, more like countless soul ghost fire. At this moment, Miller's mind was still sober.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Miller dragged Aoun's tall body anxiously, rushing out of the arrow stack.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Without Miller's reminder, the scouts on the other arrow towers also found countless Forstan soldiers approaching outside the city.

Dragging Orne to the guard area of ​​his team, Miller murmured in disbelief. "No, why are there so many people."

Two thousand yards away from the head of the city of Otis, the Fortress Command, Prince Kensell and Marquis Marmen are sitting in front of a flame curtain, staring carefully at the situation of Murbury.

It can be seen that the flame curtain is the live scene of the east gate of Odis City. There are two people besides Prince Kensell and Marquis Marmen.

One of them pointed at the flame screen with a crystal ball in hand, and appeared to be the magician supporting the flame screen. The other, sitting together with Prince Kensell and Marquis Marmen, paid close attention to the battle on the front line.

"This time thanks to Uncle Westia, you arrived in time." Prince Kensell said to the newly emerged middle-aged man.

"Prince you are serious, this is what his subordinates should do." The family of the Marquis of West Asia is a diehard loyalist. They only obeyed the orders of King Forstan and heirs. Compliment to Prince Kensell. The Marquis of West Asia did not dare to be proud. .

"Tonight, with the strong attack of the three major legions of the Xiongfeng Legion, I would not believe that the defense of Odyssey could not be torn apart!" Prince Kensell was victorious.

"Well, the soldiers of the Xiongfeng Legion have been in a low state since the death of Marquis Wood, but they have not yet tasted a defeat. As the so-called mourning soldiers will win, this warfare legion is the main force of the siege." 'S touted the Xiongfeng Legion.

"This battle will win!" Prince Kensell said with a punch on the table.

Tonight, the city of Otis was in flames, and the shouting had not stopped until the early morning of the next day.

On 9 January 13674, Omor's calendar, the Kingdom of Forstan, located in the south-central part of the mainland, launched a full-line offensive against the city of Otis, the capital of neighboring Charlotte. A total of 140,000 Folstein soldiers broke through the east and west gates of the city of Odis overnight. The remaining Sherro defenders and members of the noble royal family stayed in the city overnight and were wiped out the next day.

This five-year war between the two countries, with the overthrow of the Kingdom of Charlotte, declared the end...

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