Chapter 885 - 28 volumes Long Ge plows the courtyard - 2 Against the Water
What else can I do? Ebson’s gaze wandered helplessly in search of something, something to rely on. The Mage Corps? They had already done their best. If it were not for their relentless unleashing of thunder-based and flame magic from the fortress, causing those barbarians to think twice and retreat, the tidal wave of barbarians might have already breached the City Wall and would be here drinking to their victory.
The Poznan Knights? They too had suffered heavy losses. Curse that Lecler, he had now become the lackey of that usurper; his sudden attack with the Homer Knights had disrupted our own assault formation, forcing our Knights regiment to retreat and leading to the complete collapse of our line.
Who else could come to my aid? Ebson felt a growing sense of despair. News had it that the Galleians had launched an attack from the West, but help too far off couldn’t quench the immediate thirst. By the time they breached into Homer, would he already be a prisoner trampled beneath their feet? The only hope might lay with the Silesians’ reinforcements; if only they could arrive in time to join the battle, perhaps the war could continue. But to this moment, there was no sign of the Silesians, and the messengers sent to hasten the reinforcements had gone without any news. He didn’t know what had happened.
Dry lips and a dizzy head made it hard for Ebson to stand firm. Noticing something amiss, the guards rushed to assist him down from the battlements. The setting sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, and today’s dire situation seemed to have been narrowly survived, but what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Ebson held no confidence that his side could continue to hold out.
Ebson fell heavily into a chair and soon was fast asleep. Only under extreme fatigue could he manage to doze off, but nightmares would always wake him up in a cold sweat. When would such days come to an end?
"Sir, Sir." The guard’s voice woke Ebson, and his eyes snapped open as he stood up abruptly. "The enemy is attacking?!"
"No, no, Sir, it’s the messengers from Silesia who have returned," the guard replied softly.
Spirit revived in an instant, Ebson shook his swollen head violently and composed himself, only to realize the messengers he had sent out had returned together. What were they pulling now? He looked at the messengers with pale faces in bewilderment.