Chapter 145 - Repeating an Old Scheme (2/2)

The few remaining soldiers who could still run fled in a panic and were soon caught by the barrier troops and dragged in front of John Senior.

Hearing the faint cheers from across the trenches, John Senior snorted.

Then he looked to a kneeling deserter, jumped off from his horse, walked up to the cowering deserter, and reached behind him to dislodge an arrow.

The deserter groaned, not daring to speak.

The arrow was a purely wooden arrow, the arrowheads were just sharpened.

It would be difficult to pierce through even soft leather armor, not to mention iron armor, and to be wounded by such an arrow meant that the soldier was not very lucky.

“Holding this kind of weapon and daring to fight us, the incentive power of the Golden Sons is not ordinary.” John Senior snorted. “But this kind of stone-throwing attack is a bit innovative.”

Beside him, John Junior said, “Father, it seems that my plan is not working, so what should we do?”

Old John was his father and the mayor of the city, and it was up to him to decide who the heir would be, so the proud John Junior felt that it was not a bad thing to admit to his inability in front of his father.

“A forceful a.s.sault can definitely take them down, but the terrain of these trenches is quite complex and we will suffer great losses,” John Senior said coldly. “The Golden Sons are somewhat clever, but unfortunately I’ve been at war for decades, and I’ve seen every kind of scheme. This entrenchment is just a disguised multi-wall formation. The difference being one is built toward the sky and one is dug toward the ground. The best way to deal with this situation is a fire attack. Richard, go back and bring out the supply lines, and have them bring in plenty of hay, fuel, and at the same time bring out the catapults.

“I don’t believe that these trenches can defend against fire stones.”

One of the officers immediately took a small party and turned back to the city.

John Senior got back on his horse and looked at his son. “That’s what war is all about: testing each other, looking for opportunities, breaking the opponent’s move down. The outcome is never quick. If you’re feeling impatient, you can rest in the back for a while.”

John Junior certainly wasn’t that stupid. “Father, I’m not tired. This is a good opportunity to gain experience in war, I don’t want to miss it.”

John Senior nodded with satisfaction.

Little John was relieved to see that. Although he was ostensibly the sole heir now, who knew if his father had raised illegitimate children somewhere else.

If he was mayor of the city, he would definitely have two or three sons in the open, but he would also have two or three more in private, just in case the descendants in the open were killed by enemies. The secret descendants could survive and possibly turn the tables.

The army waited here for a long time, and nothing seemed to happen in the trenches opposite of them.

Only somehow, John Senior began to feel that something was wrong.

An intuition cultivated from being on the battlefield for a long time told him that the atmosphere wasn’t right.

At this time, a soldier ran over and said breathlessly, “Mayor, the battles.h.i.+ps responsible for tracking the mage Roland and the priest Jett hit an ice floe. Both s.h.i.+ps were completely destroyed, and Roland and Jett are nowhere to be found.”

John Senior’s expressions immediately changed, becoming a bit upset and scary.

John Junior felt this a little strange. “How big must the ice floe be for it to destroy the s.h.i.+ps? It’s currently the end of summer, how could it be!”“Dam* it!” John Senior suddenly cursed. “We’ve been fooled, quickly bring the troops back to the city.”

Just as he said this, a sudden burst of white light shone behind him, almost blocking the sun’s rays.

Then deafening explosions were heard from the direction of the city walls.

The sound of it was like thunder.

Almost all the horses were so frightened and restless that the soldiers could hardly manage them.

The soldiers, however, all looked in the direction of the city gate, their faces pale.

From afar, they could see that the city gates were gone!

Morale immediately dropped to an extreme low.