Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 283 Goodbye Damon
As they got closer and closer to the Bone Fortress, the outline of the city wall appeared in their field of vision. Levi saw a group of people standing on the top of the city wall, and a large piece of military equipment was placed on the corner tower next to it. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a crossbow.

To be honest, Levi was really reluctant to deliver supplies because Damon was inside the Bone Fortress.

But he was afraid of being rejected and being rumored by some punks that he was afraid of this plateau golden lion, so he thought about it and decided to take this trip.

Now he couldn't help but have wild thoughts, with new and old grudges added together, if Damon couldn't help but want to shoot this lion hunter knight to death with a crossbow arrow.

If he didn't kill the opponent at that time, he would feel unfair to himself, but if he did, it would be detrimental to unity. It was really a dilemma.

It was in this kind of boring divergent thinking that he finally came to the city wall.

He didn't hesitate and directly read out his title: "I am the Lord of High Cliff Castle, Lion Hunter Knight, Marquis Levi, following the order of Duke Florina to deliver supplies to you."

Both parties had already discussed this matter, so there was nothing to investigate in detail.

Soon, there was a creaking sound from the heavy city gate, and the guards of Gaoya Fort followed and rushed into the Bone Fortress from the city gate. With a "bang", the city gate was slammed shut.

Behind the city wall is an open space, and behind that are rows of stone houses, which have a kind of ruggedness unique to the military. The ground is paved with stone bricks, which have a unique neat beauty, unlike the chaotic countryside villages.

The Bone Fortress is a military fortress, garrisoned only by soldiers and no civilians, so the buildings are basically warehouses and defenses, as well as some blacksmith shops, stables, and livestock sheds.

At this moment, the open space in front of them was already filled with officers and soldiers. They looked behind the lord with fiery eyes, but ignored him, the Lion Hunting Knight who made them homeless.

"Sir Levi, thank you for coming to deliver supplies for us." Lancerod took off his helmet, his face full of vicissitudes, and his fatigue could not be concealed: "Goddess of Holy Light bless us."

It's hard to imagine what this leader of the Griffin Knights, who was so high-spirited some time ago, has experienced.

Damon had his eyelids drooped and had no intention of saying hello at all.

To be honest, this knight admired the other's strength, and if it weren't for those things, the two might have become friends.

But at this moment, he did not draw his sword and chop directly, which was already considered considering the current situation and the fact that the opponent's martial power was indeed quite outstanding.

Although he would not be hostile, it was impossible to make peace with him.

"Where are the supplies?" Damon asked bluntly.

Of course, Levi would not go to such an unwelcome favor. He put his hands in his pockets and turned his head away: "It's right there, go get it yourself. Don't take the wrong one, yours is the one covered with black cloth."

"Lord Damon, everyone can't wait any longer." Mudhan couldn't help but say.

The group has been out of food for several days, and it is not easy for them to hold on until now.

"Let them eat first, and then send someone to distribute it to others." Damon gave an order, and the soldiers who had been impatient for a long time rushed forward.

Damon also walked towards a cart of supplies, opened the box, and prepared to eat something to fill his stomach first, but the next moment he was stunned when he saw the black thing inside.

It was filled with black bread that was as hard as stone. The same was true when I opened the other carriages one after another. There was not even a piece of white bread, an apple, or a biscuit.

The Lord finally couldn't hold back his laughter and said, "Eat quickly, what are you standing there for?"

Damon clenched his hands, his knuckles turning white, and tried hard to suppress his anger: "Is this the supplies you promised?"

All the soldiers glared at the lord, as if they would tear him into pieces at just one order.

The barbarians fought back unwillingly, looking down at the group of dwarfs with a sneer, their eyes constantly examining each other's necks. At this distance, just a few rounds of projection would be enough to make these soldiers suffer.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm just a person transporting supplies. It's not up to me to decide what to deliver." The lord didn't buy it and looked at him coldly.

He had no good feelings towards Damon. He had sent hundreds of soldiers to chase him and Leah. If he had not had some strength, there was no guarantee what the other side would do after catching him.

Not taking advantage of someone's misfortune now can be considered as a magnanimous act on his part.

Huh~ Damon took a deep breath and suppressed his inner anger. Although the black bread was of poor quality, it could still fill their stomachs if boiled in water. Now they had no capital to be arrogant.

"Let's go." He snorted coldly and asked the soldiers to leave with the supplies.

Lancelot witnessed it all, but he also knew that the conflict between the two could not be resolved at all, so he could only rub his brows in pain.

"Although Levi doesn't want to say it, for the sake of the overall situation, it is better not to make your relationship so stiff." Lancelot sighed and finally couldn't help it.

"Unless he or I die." Levi rolled his eyes.

"Sir Lanceroy, you should know better than me that now that Miss Leah has regained her title and has been conferred the title by the Bishop, Damon has been defined as a usurper."

"After this is over, which path do you think he will choose when faced with the choice between being willing to be punished and fighting back?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Levi said again: "Can you find a place for me and my men to rest? We may stay here until the demon is dealt with."

"Many of the stone houses here are empty. They may be a bit too low for your men, but they should be no problem if they need to rest." Lancerod said as he looked at the group of orc barbarians who were two blades and seventy-eight inches tall, almost three blades tall.

Levi led his men directly to the station assigned to them, and at the same time instructed Leighton beside him: "Send someone to keep a good eye on our supplies, so that those scoundrels won't come and steal them."

"Brother-in-law, are we going to stay here from now on?" Mir asked from the side.

"It should be unlikely. It will take us a day or two at most to participate in the general offensive." Levi said carefully.

The purpose of delivering supplies first is to solve the urgent needs of the soldiers in the Bone Fortress, so that they can maintain their combat effectiveness and form a pincer attack with the main force outside.

It’s not hard to guess their plan.

Levi thought that it was nothing more than the army outside and the Bone Fortress working together to contain the demon army, and then sending an ace army to raid the demons in the space channel to close it, and then deal with the remaining demons.

The lord has always attached great importance to the food in Gaoya Castle. Even the chefs were brought from Gaoya Castle. He regards all kinds of ingredients as important as weapons and armor.

Because this is an important guarantee to ensure the fighting effectiveness of the barbarians.

So they came to the White Bone Fortress and brought the supplies from Gaoyabao. As the sky gradually brightened, the smoke from the cooking fires in Gaoyabao rose.

"smell good!"

The soldiers passing by were attracted by the fragrance. They tried their best to express their disdain, but they were a little disappointing and their faces were instantly filled with envy and jealousy.

The soft and fragrant black bread in my hand became tasteless and difficult to swallow.

I could only take in the aroma brought by the wind and tear the black bread in my hand hard, as if it would become more delicious this way.

"I have a plan." Suddenly a soldier had an idea: "There are so many people eating. If we sneak in and eat together, no one should be able to find us."

"Put away your crappy plan." The captain of the soldiers scolded him. "The other side is almost entirely made up of orcs. Once we go in, we will be like a dog entering a wolf's den. We will be as conspicuous as possible."

The people under his command immediately became listless, each one like an eggplant hit by frost.

By the time it was completely light, the battle was finally coming to an end. At first the demons were beaten back step by step, but when they reacted, reinforcements came pouring in like a tide of ants.

The soldiers from the East Territory also felt the pressure, and both sides began to exchange their lives for each other.

These demons were no worse than the Eastern Territory soldiers in terms of ferocity or physical attributes. They could have fought on equal terms with the Eastern Territory soldiers, but the huge gap in equipment put them at a disadvantage.

The crude iron weapons would at most leave a mark on the fine plate armor, but Ru Lin's fine steel spears and steel knives were as easy to use as cutting meat or chopping vegetables when facing an unarmored target.

Just by rubbing or touching it, you can easily scrape off a large piece of flesh.

Fortunately, these demons are crazy enough, and they may appear particularly cowardly when they are alone or outnumbered.

However, with their companions surrounding them on all sides and with a clear numerical advantage, they will display unimaginable courage and demonstrate their ability to bully the weak and fear the strong to the fullest.

The soldiers from the East Territory easily chopped down the first row of demons, but before they had time to be happy, they discovered that the seriously injured demons were still fanatical and were determined to knock them to the ground with all their might.

This kind of fighting style is actually not new in the wilderness. The lord has experienced it before, but the soldiers in the East Territory have never experienced such an experience.

This life-for-life fighting style frightened them into a state of panic. Once they were knocked down by those demons, countless demons would pounce on them one after another. They would have almost no chance of standing up again, and could only let out horrifying howls of despair.

Therefore, when the battle was over, the demons suffered heavy casualties, but the soldiers from the Eastern Territory were not in a bad situation either. They could only gather their men and retreat, slowly licking their wounds.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, Fujiro and the bastard from the Dreadfort named Bolton were also transferred to the Fortress of Bones.

After all, the importance of the Bone Fortress is self-evident. If it is captured by demons, the difficulty of dealing with them will increase by several levels, and reinforcements will naturally be sent.

The purpose is to ensure that the Bone Fortress has enough power to contain some of the demons outside.

……

The following days were very peaceful for Gaoya Castle. The main army outside was fighting fiercely with the demons, with both sides winning and losing alternately.

Countless corpses were left in a valley about seven or eight miles away from the Bone Fortress, forming a terrifying bloody battle line. Neither side could occupy the area for more than half a day before it would be taken away by the other side.

The reason for this situation is that neither side has yet to kill their top warriors.

The battlefield is like playing cards. Whoever reveals all the cards in his hand first will lose the most miserably.

The people of Gaoyabao were eating and drinking to their heart's content in the White Bone Fortress, recuperating.

In fact, everyone was waiting for a suitable opportunity, waiting for the 70,000 to 80,000 soldiers under Damon to recover to a certain state, and waiting for the Griffin Knights to completely eliminate the opponent's air units.

"General Mandela is an extraordinary person. In fact, he has made great contributions to Duke Florina's current position."

In the High Cliff Castle camp, Fujiro was telling everyone the story of a famous figure in Debe, and he happened to talk about Florina's uncle.

"Perhaps you don't know this, but General Mandela was once a poor baron from Debe. His life is legendary."

"Wait, since he is a down-and-out baron? Then who is Duke Florina's mother?" Levi immediately found something wrong.

"That's right, Duke Florina's mother is just an ordinary baron's daughter."

Fujiro had nothing to hide about this. Most people knew about it, and Duke Florina did not prohibit its publicity, so there was no harm in saying it.

"When the old Duke of the North was young, he also liked to travel around Derby. As a result, he met General Mandela, who had just become a knight, and from then on he got to know his sister."

"Let's get back to the topic. Let's talk about General Mandela." Seeing that everyone was becoming more and more gossipy, Fujiro quickly brought the subject back.

"General Mandela has shown extraordinary fighting spirit since he was young. His father values ​​him very much and believes that the family will become even more powerful if it falls into his hands."

"But compared to the others who valued the title very much, he disdained it and regarded it as a shackle that hindered his own growth. Therefore, after he became an adult, he began to travel around Derby and did many great things. I won't go into details here."

"Later, by chance, I was valued by the instructor of the Lionheart Red Swordsman, and joined the legion. After just a few years, I defeated my teacher, became the instructor of the Red Swordsman, and was awarded the Blood Sword Demon Mark."

"Magic pattern?" It was the first time that the Lord heard of such a thing.

"Did you notice the tattoos on the arms of those Lionheart Elite Red Swordsmen, including General Mandela?" Fujiro asked back.

"This tattoo is useless. Its existence is just to show off the other party's uniqueness." The lord scratched his head and said what he was thinking directly. At that time, he really thought that this was a tattoo used by those great swordsmen to show off.

After all, having such a big, lifelike face tattooed on the arm, which looks like it's ready to bite anyone, is really scary.

At that time, he was thinking that just with these tattoos, if they appeared at night, they would be enough to scare a group of cowardly goblins to death.

But if it were the people in Gaoyabao, they would just cross their arms and laugh.

Because in their view, this is tantamount to gilding their own laurels. If a country dog ​​has the word "king" tattooed on its forehead, does that make it a tiger?
"My good lord, if those elite swordsmen heard this, they would probably be furious." Fujiro was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

(End of this chapter)