The next day, the voice came back and announced the names of 7 more cities and villages, saying the same threats, repeating the same incident.
Without any change, the residents of those villages and cities began to leave their weapons and run randomly,
The only new phenomenon this time is that The inhabitants of those cities didn't riot alone.
The rest of the residents of the villages and other small towns whose names were not mentioned took the opportunity and started running away with them!
It was clear that this incident would be repeated the next day as the Burtons has taken hold of the whole Duchy, so why should they wait for their death?
Again, nearly a hundred thousand soldiers, farmers, and house wife were killed under the heavy assault of the knights and saints, with about two hundred thousand managed to flee safely.
At the end of the second day, of the million-strong army, more than half of them either fled or died.
The only ones who remained in the capital now are its people, not one man or woman of the backup remained
the Duke found himself with an army of a little more than 300 thousand soldiers, with little to none war horses, categorized weapons, and even officers and knights...
Yet, this was not his biggest problem!
The 300,000 soldiers plus the reinforcements of saints and knights from the two neighboring duchies is still a huge number, especially since the capital walls are on their side.
they can still put up a fight!
But the bloody experience they went through during the past two days struck every nerve they have.
These simple men and women were ordered to kill their colleagues and friends with their own hands, just because they tried to protect their families...
The excessive zeal and the feeling of defending the homeland to the death, protecting the freedom, and all this *nonsense* were lost in the wind, and muffled silence and a thick smell of blood took their place.
The army was devastated, with no formations whatsoever, with zero morale, they were left with absolutely nothing aside from the numbers.
But even the state of gloom and depression did not last long, after only three days of the massacre... the capital found itself under siege.
6 armies from 6 different directions suddenly appeared and began to approach little by little until they blocked all possible ways to exit or enter the capital without passing by them, then they come to a stop
And then began raining the Harris Duchy with Fire Explosion Talisman arrows from afar
The distance was too far for an arrow to reach, but this is what happened...
About 500 arrows landed on the army in front of the walls in each wave, causing massive destruction and panic
Ire began to rise in the Duke's chest, he wanted nothing more than to take what is left of his army and march forward to cut down those Black Sun Weasels, but he knew if he took the army even the elite part of it to attack one side of the siege circle, the rest of the circle will advance and take the capital while he is busy!
Seeing that the Burton family still had no intention of starting a decisive battle yet, the Duke gave orders to his army to quickly enter the capital and take cover behind the walls, then shut all the doors.
The siege continued for another 4 days.
The Burton family's army was still satisfied with sitting far away and watching the Capital burn, while somehow the exploding arrows find their way into the capital and fall each time over the heads of the soldiers no matter how much they try to escape or change their places
It seemed like the exploding arrows will never miss, nor it will ever end...
That is why all the saints in the city, except for the three dukes, were appointed to take turns setting up energy shields to give the army and the city-dwellers a chance to rest and catch their breath before they are all wiped out
Inside the Ducal Palace
"DAMMIT!!" Duke Harris smashed the armrest of his throne, "How long do these bastards intend to continue with these provocative actions? Why don't they attack us directly and try to bring down the capital? Do they think we will surrender and kill ourselves due to these annoying mosquito bites?!"
"I am afraid that this mosquito bite has killed a few thousands of our men and destroyed a few important sites inside the capital, and most importantly it greatly exhausted the saints of our three families… If the decisive battle begins now, they will not be able to fight with 100% of their strength…" another spoke
Duke Harris clenched his fist tightly, "Dammit… if not for the information that their so called Fire Legion can unite their attacks to deal with large numbers of saints, I would have ordered a few quick and focused attacks to wipe them all out!!"
"As long as we're inside they can't do anything with their united attacks, and the Burtons don't have saints strong enough to subdue us either... We'll have to wait and hold on for as long as possible, perhaps the royal family will finally respond..."
Duke Harris finally gave a heavy nod and didn't speak anymore.
Hold on... That's all they can do for now.
The following days weren't much kinder to them... The Wind Legion's attacks with arrows of the Fire Explosion talismans didn't calm down for a moment and came from all directions,
In addition, some carpenters in the army built catapults using the available resources around the capital, and an attack with flame balls and stones also began alongside the talismans!
Whether you were an ordinary citizen or a soldier, a knight or a saint, no one had a good rest inside those walls...
Everyone was exhausted, even the three dukes in the palace, tired of thought and anxiety as they looked from the balconies at what was happening below.
Until the tenth day of the siege came, and a voice erupted across the entire capital, "HAHAHAHA, where did you think you were going to run from me, you son of the Rashford pig family, your owner has come to take your head!!"
"This is a voice... Galan Bradley?!" One of the defeated dukes inside the palace stood terrified, how could he not know this voice when he used to hear it in his nightmares every time he closed his eyes
He quickly flew from the balcony and the other two followed him, and the first look was enough to send a shiver in their backs, "Oh no..."
Only a hundred meters from the main gate of the capital, at least fifty individuals, including Galan Bradley and Raymond Alton, were floating in the air.
pBehind them, the Burton family's army began to rapidly narrow the circle of siege and approach the capital at a steady pace, with a clear increase in the number of knights in their ranks.
"All these days... they were waiting for the support of the Altons and Bradleys?!" The thought of a blow to the head of Duke Harris,
then slowly looked back at his saints who had been exhausted by defending the walls for the past ten days, one word came up to his head... 'F*CK'