Fayol City is not an important city, but just a small border town in the Principality of Svenor, but it is the last city that the Northern Kingdom can control.

The entire North has fallen.

Count Jacob led his brave and fearless "Skanian Glory Legion" to fight in all directions, holding high the banner of the Northern Kingdom, absorbing exiled nobles from all over the country and their private armies, expanding the legion to tens of thousands of people, and even recovering several cities in succession.

The North's supporters, both overt and covert, were immediately boosted in morale. They all thought a miracle was about to happen, and the legendary hero would appear again to lead them to a glorious victory.

But no one would have thought that this was just the last ray of light in the North.

Marshal Doro of the Burning Cinders Kingdom dispatched troops from all over the country to launch an all-out siege on the so-called "Legion of Glory".

It is said that during those days and nights, the sound of artillery fire never stopped, and even the ground was lowered three feet. Count Jacob and his army were defeated and suffered heavy losses.

Finally, Count Jacob led his last 3,000 defeated soldiers to retreat to the city of Fayol, where they hid - and this was also the last city in the North.

……

Principality of Swinoujscie, Fayol City.

Scarred city walls, tattered flags, and dusty soldiers.

The devastated land, the howling cold wind, and the burning army occupying the wilderness in the distance.

On the cracked city wall, Count Jacob stood with his sword in hand, gazing solemnly at the mottled waves in the distance with an extremely heavy expression.

This "Great Wall of the North" was wearing heavy armor, the surface of which was stained with blood, covered with dust from artillery fire, and even had tiny bullet holes in it, studded with shell fragments.

But he still stood there with his back straight, like a strong pine tree in the wind and snow.

"Is the North really going to perish?"

He muttered as loudly as he could.

Jacob Rosa is determined, famous at a young age, and has made great achievements. He possesses almost all the qualities that a warrior should have.

But when he saw the tide of burning troops surrounding the city of Fayol, even a resolute man like him could not help but doubt whether he could achieve victory.

Can humans really defeat such an army?

"My Lord Count."

The voice of the adjutant beside him interrupted his thoughts.

"The army of the Burning Embers Kingdom is about to arrive. This time it is the main force led by Doro, and there are also some Starfallers, a total of about 20,000 people."

"it is good."

This answer is extremely concise, but every word is powerful.

The adjutant sighed imperceptibly and asked again in a low voice:
"My Lord, what should we do next?"

“Hold on.”

Still a short and powerful answer.

But this time, Count Jacob climbed to the top of the city wall, looked around under the gaze of thousands of soldiers, and scanned the soldiers' gray faces.

"Soldiers, I have always treated you as my own children..."

"And now, I'm telling you - never give up."

"We are the last hope of the North, and the last hope of the Scandians. We represent the thousand-year tradition of the North, and we represent true order and justice..."

"We may seem to be fighting alone, but we have countless allies. If we survive, the entire Anzeta will cheer for us. If we die, the entire continent of Feanso will mourn and wail for us."

Finally, Count Jacob raised his sword high.

"For the North."

The voice was not passionate, but every word was firm.

The tortured soldiers also recovered a little from their fatigue and sorrow.

After such a long war and facing an almost invincible opponent, Jacob Rosa has become not only their general and their feudal lord, but also their spiritual pillar and even a symbol of the chivalry of the North.

It is also the support for all soldiers to survive.

As long as Count Jacob does not fall, people will believe in the existence of miracles.

So the soldiers roared as hard as they could with their hoarse throats.

"For the North! Victory!" "Fight for the Earl!"

Count Jacob's eyes swept across the faces of the soldiers, and a tragic emotion surged in his heart, so he took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.

"I wander with the north wind."

"White frost brings news of my death..."

"The snow covered my body, and my lover couldn't recognize my face."

This is the lament of the North, but in his mouth it sounds like a victory song.

He sang about the unyielding will of the Scandinavians and their determination to never surrender.

"But do not grieve for me, for I died on the battlefield of glory..."

The soldiers were also infected by it and sang this familiar song in hoarse and low voices. The long and desolate singing echoed all over the fields and filled the city with a tragic atmosphere.

"I wander with the north wind—"

"The white frost brought the news of my death—"

The sudden sound was exceptionally loud.

It even easily drowned out the singing of the soldiers and surrounded the entire city. People looked outside the city, and even Jacob turned his head away in surprise.

How can it be?

How could the army of the Burning Kingdom sing this song?

Jacob's psychological defenses were immediately broken, and a trace of despair emerged from deep in his heart.

Yes, the entire Northland except for the city of Fayol has fallen, and those former Northlanders have become prisoners, so it is not surprising that they would sing this song.

——However, they didn't know that some bored player turned on the speakers and wanted to steal their BGM, and even planned to adapt it into a DJ version.

“Good luck to you and good luck to you!”

"Good luck brings joy and love!"

The sound of "Song of the North" paused, and then changed into the warm and festive "Good Luck Comes", which was incompatible with the original solemn atmosphere of the battlefield.

"..."

Count Jacob's long-accumulated emotions were stirred into a mess.

His brows were furrowed, his face became extremely ugly, he walked down the tower slowly in silence, and ordered the soldiers:
"They are about to attack the city, make all preparations."

Count Jacob did not say much. After all, they had been fighting with the kingdom's army for many days and were well aware of the enemy's methods.

Sure enough, there was the whistling of artillery fire.

The wilderness began to tremble.

There was a shrill, air-piercing whistling sound in the air.

Count Jacob shouted calmly:

"It's artillery fire—get down!"

Before he could finish, the soldiers dispersed as if by reflex, lying behind the fortifications, and some even went directly into the city wall.

They had experienced several rounds of bombardment and were well aware of the power of this terrible weapon, and they were basically the best who survived the bombardment.

People who don't have this intuition cannot survive.

But they had no way to deal with it and could only pray for Tempus's protection so that they could survive the bombardment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Hundreds of pounds of metal shells fell, blowing living people into pieces, and the broken shrapnel was enough to penetrate the flesh.

The Grim Reaper's scythe continues to reap lives.

But under the cruel torture of war, both generals and soldiers had become somewhat numb, and death had become commonplace.

They won't even scream or howl, but will instinctively let out a short "ah" when they are about to be blown to death, but this sound is usually drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

Blood, flesh, and rubble flew everywhere. The city walls were reduced to ruins after being bombarded by artillery shells. Even several protruding towers collapsed. (End of this chapter)