Chapter 88 Chapter 89 Green-skinned Siege (Part Two)
A few days later.
In the early morning, George stood on top of the city wall, the morning light glistening on his dew-soaked armor.
About three hundred meters in front of him, three crudely built but extremely sturdy siege towers loomed over everyone’s hearts like three great mountains. These siege towers were taller than the city walls, and once the wooden planks were lowered onto the walls, the bloodthirsty orc brutes would swarm over without resistance from the infantry and militia.
In the past few days, the thousand-man garrison had dwindled to less than eight hundred, nearly half of whom were replacements—when one died, their weapon would remain, and they would conscript others to take up the fallen’s weapons and armor to fight.
The spirit of desertion spread like a plague within the city. Jima had reported to George more than once that the soldiers were secretly discussing ways to escape at night. To them, the ones who had fled through the city gates that night were no longer cowards, but decisive prophets.
In their words, nearly half the soldiers had escaped, leaving only a few unfortunate souls to be caught by the greenskins. There were even rumors that the orcs, those beasts, would surely sleep soundly at night.
What was worse, the mounted attendants were intentionally escaping, claiming it was to break out and seek reinforcements. After all, their families were not in the city, and with Drew imprisoned, they had lost their loyalty.
George responded with action, personally moving stone after stone to seal the city gates. In any case, Drew’s attendants were ignoring his orders; whether the gates could be opened or not was irrelevant.
Nonetheless, last night, while on watch, George had captured five deserters.
Jima’s voice came through: “George, are you desperate?”
George turned his stiff neck to see the black-haired succubus.
