Claudia's handsome face was a little more exhausted. In recent days, various small-scale riots have continued to occur in Yulin City. The lack of food has reached a dangerous situation. The residents of the city and began to attack patrol soldiers with violence. Although Claudia tried to control the emotions of the soldiers and did not want these things to affect the morale of the army when he went to war, the phenomenon of massacre still slaughtering civilians in the army, which made Claudia even more worried. If he led the main force of the Guards to fight, can the remaining deputy control the soldiers? Once a massacre occurs, it will inevitably lead to the corruption of the entire Yulin situation. Then this is to be an enemy of the Tanghe people in the entire Yulin Prefecture. In this way, it will bring endless trouble to himself no matter what aspect, especially Qinghe in the south is still surrounded.

Standing at the top of Yulin City, with endless worries on his face full of haze, Claudia seemed to be able to feel the strong war in Fanlin in the east and the tragedy of soldiers in the Qinghe in the south. The speed of the Poole's movement can be described as a snail. It took ten days to cross the Yunzhong Mansion. This made Claudia doubt whether Kunbo was deliberately delaying. If the Poole had not paid a considerable price in this march, Claudia would have almost complained to King Sezerif IX of Poole's incompetence.

These idiots actually stopped 50 miles from Liujiatun. Li Wufeng's rangers had tortured these guys to the point of collapse. In Kunbo's letter, if they were not allowed to rest for a long time, they would really not have enough physical strength to deal with a large war. Although this was a bit exaggerated, it can also show the intensity of the crazy harassment of the Western Xinjiang Rangers.

It was time to attack. Claudia had made up his mind. Although the 200,000 Puer army suffered a considerable loss, with their strong attack power, they could completely defeat any army that dared to confront the Puer cavalry in the plains that were most suitable for their combat. As long as they defeated the Western Frontier Army in Liujiatun, the siege of Qinghe will naturally be solved. And it is time for him to embark on the journey to reinforce Fanlin. As long as they can ensure that Fanlin is not lost, the First Corps is already on the way and the Third Corps is already gathering. The fate of the Western Frontier Army can be imagined.

The fire on the city was burning more and more violently under the north wind. With the help of the fire, countless siege cars and movable ladders under the city appeared in the eyes of the Kaman soldiers again. Countless jumping figures shouted and howled, and densely poured towards the city. Arrows were like rain, stones were flying, gray bottles, and rolling wood. It was too late to think about it. Throw whatever you were around and smash whatever you caught. Under the city wall was full of enemy soldiers climbing upwards.

The soldiers, they bit their knives, held their shields, or pushed the siege car as high as the city wall to squeeze over. A stone had not been thrown out. The crossbow arrow shot from the opposite tower had already penetrated their throats. A fishy smell surged in their mouths. They wanted to catch anything, but they could not catch anything. Everything around them became blurred. No one of their comrades had the heart to care about themselves. They were all struggling for their survival.

A red light flashed by, damn, the enemy's fearful weapon was firing again, and the flames instantly reflected the entire city wall red. Why did he survive again? How could he fall into the flame? He struggled hard to run out of the fire, but his clothes all over his body suddenly started to burn, and the flames licked his skin. Seeing that he was about to be burned to death, he could no longer control himself and screamed suddenly.

"Wake up, get up quickly, stand up, the general is here to inspect." The comrades shook his confused head, opened his eyes tiredly, and stood up shakingly. He then gradually woke up. He was so tired that as soon as the war stopped, he could no longer help but lie down. It turned out to be a nightmare!

A sound of leather boots with "shoulder" sounds, the marshal came to inspect again. This has become the marshal's daily job, but fewer and fewer people can see the marshal every day. Fortunately, he is lucky and can be considered one of them. He tried his best to lift his chest and put his hands on his legs, but his gray-yellow face could not be covered. He was exhausted when fighting in this way.

While nodding with the officers along the way, Miley nodded and thought about his own affairs. Claudia's Guards had been dispatched, and the people of the Western Xinjiang would definitely send troops to intercept them. However, with the efforts of the Western Xinjiang army to attack, Miley was sure that the opponent could not draw out many elite new forces to complete this task. At most, it would be necessary to restrain and delay the marching speed of the Claudia's Guards, but Miley firmly believed that the Guards in Claudia's hands could completely defeat all the garbage that dared to block them.

The war was going on even more and more fiercely. As an old soldier who had fought for decades, Miley never encountered such crazy and desperate offensive defenses again. Just like two patients who had taken medicine and overdrawn their energy, the pace of offense and defense between the two sides was getting faster and faster. Miley didn't know how the other party did this. If he hadn't thought that Claudia was already on the road to reinforcement, he felt that he was almost unable to hold on.

There are less than 30,000 elite soldiers left now, and a considerable number of them are seriously injured who have lost their combat effectiveness, but the opponent does not seem to be affected at all, and the attack intensity has not weakened at all. If this continues, Miley doesn't know how many days he can hold on. He has left three thousand in the city as an emergency team to prevent the riots of the Terrocs. He has no extra strength. The only hope is Claudia, but can he last until Claudia arrives?

A chaotic footsteps came from a distance, and Miley's heart sank. I don't know if there is any bad news. Fortunately, the officer who showed up looked normal, and Miley, who was uneasy, put down another stone.

"What's up?"

"Return to the Grand Marshal, the Tyrok civilians launched a riot, and their subordinates have ordered their subordinates to suppress it." After licking their lips, the ferocious look on the officer's face had not yet receded.

He felt annoyed again. It was normal for such a thing to happen at this time, but Miley knew that this was often a sign of riots in the city. He was not afraid of facing these mobs, but he had to restrain his many troops by executing these mobs. If this occurred when the enemy attacked the city, it might cause a huge disaster.

"Marson, most of these mobs are young and middle-aged, and some have fled home. If they are instigated, they are likely to cause us a lot of trouble." The officer's eyes flashed with fierce and cruel blood, and the meaning of the words was self-evident.

Miley's heart moved, and then tried to suppress the bad premonition in her heart and asked lightly: "You mean•;•;•;•;??"

"The humble official means to gather all young and middle-aged men in the city in the name of arresting mobs to prevent them from stabbing us in the back at critical moments in the future." The officer with a fat face licked his lips again, and the hand pressed on his waist seemed to have grabbed the hilt tighter.

Miley remained silent, and his subordinates had a clear idea, but he changed to a more euphemistic statement. However, the other party's words did come to his heart. The future battle will become more cruel day by day. He could not keep the two thousand troops to monitor the people in the city at any time. The best way is to do it once and for all, but this is done•;•;•;•;•;

Seeing that the general turned his head and left without making a sound, the officer was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and a grim smile flashed on his face.

On the night of February 17, 699, Fanlin was tragically murdered by the city. More than 30,000 strong men were slaughtered overnight, and less than 300 middle-aged men were escaped. This also led to unprecedented chaos in Fanlin City. It seemed that the Kaman people who were in desperate situation began to have the final madness, looting, burning, and slaughtering. The matter developed to the next day, and Miley discovered that the situation had been somewhat out of control. Facing the full attack of the external Western Army, the Kaman army, which had been exhausted by the crazy night of madness, was obviously unable to resist and continue to maintain it.

With this high-intensity attack on the Western Army, Miley had to leave himself as the reserve team to send three thousand-man teams to the battlefield to barely resist the offensive of the Western Army. At this time, Miley realized that his behavior of indulging his subordinates was a great mistake. The indulgence that night seemed to exhaust the few energy in the army. Many soldiers seemed to think that this was the last madness to meet the failure. The breath of failure permeated the army. Although he was encouraged and cheered through various means, the effect was very little. The Kamans would pay the price for their indulgence.

On February 17, 699, the mainland Gregorian calendar, the 230,000 troops of the coalition army were ready to go out from the Atlas Mountains in two groups, rushing out from the built Wansong Fort, and heading south. The target was directed to Murmansk, the important northern town of Kaman, and the other army quietly headed south along the western line near the Sisro border line, and flew across the northwest of Kaman like locusts. On February 21, the Western Route Army attacked with absolute superior force.

The Mazagler Fortress in the northwest of Kerman, two 10,000 teams of the Ninth Corps of the Kaman Empire, which was responsible for the defense. The Berin army set foot on the city built by the Kerman for the first time. On February 22, the Berin coalition swept across the northern part of Kerman, and the front of the soldiers was approaching Murmansk. Viscount Mongbu, the commander of the Ninth Corps of the Kaman Empire, sent a letter of help to the capital, while holding on to the city and strengthening its defense, unable to retreat. The entire northern part of the Kaman Empire was suddenly in a state of storm.
Chapter completed!