'The spoils from two major cities combined... wouldn't it be reasonable to add three or four manors to my fiefdom? That would be enough to support a small town!'
'A harvest that would normally take two or three years could now be obtained in a matter of days. Who could possibly pass that up?'
Across the entire battlefield, the pace of the assault quickened. Wave after wave of serfs, carrying Cloud Ladders, charged toward the city walls, attempting to set them up and climb.
However, Akakarat City's defenses were exceptionally strong, far more durable than Odoche's. The soldiers on the walls mercilessly repelled them.
Spears thrust out from behind the crenellations, picking off the serfs who tried to climb. Rolling logs and stones rained down from the walls, crushing the attackers below into a bloody pulp.
And just like that, the intensity of the war was cranked to the maximum on the very first day!
A master of lethal tempo!
