Chapter 315: Mizam's Evil Plan
A thin layer of smoke covered the plain, with the unpleasant smell of wood and corpses being the main odor of the smoke.

In the smoke, a siege vehicle was covered in flames, burning fiercely under the scorching sun.

Hundreds of bodies lay scattered across the ground, among the trenches, spiked stakes, and crossbow bolts.

Anson Castle in front of the corpse was like an insurmountable mountain, crawling on the vast land.

The dark black moat runs around the city, and the turbulent water reflects a cold metallic light.

The uneven, dark blue brick and stone walls had long been stained with scarlet blood and green bile.

Leaning against the parapet, the soldiers defending the city silently wiped the daggers and spears in their hands.

From time to time they would look outside, alert for any possible attack.

Looking from the city wall, to the south and west there was an endless plain, with huts and villages sparsely scattered around.

In front of the forests and mountains in the north, there is a continuous camp, with the neighing of horses and the reflected light of weapons often floating in front of the eyes of the soldiers defending the city.

On the high ground outside the camp, a handsome knight in chain mail was facing the direction of Ansenburg with a slightly frowned brow.

Looking at the sparse huts and steel-like fortresses scattered across the vast plain, the Fanged Knight Alman felt a pang of pain in his teeth.

He had been attacking the city for almost a week and had lost seven or eight hundred men, but had made no progress at all.

The defenders of this small castle were no more than eight or nine hundred men, but they were able to block his two command companies and 2 extraordinary knights from moving.

The castle is made entirely of mortar and can be used to transport food by water, but they just can't get around it.

Previously, he had led the army and was defeated by Meliati with very little casualties, reducing the two imperial companies from full strength to half strength.

After a month of recovery, he only restored the original 600 extraordinary knights to 450 people.

Although Prince Condé did not say much about his failure, he instead cursed Bogliuo.

Arman was at the scene at the time. It was the first time he saw Prince Condé lose his composure like that. He angrily yelled at the letter, "Boolio, give me back my imperial decree!"

For this small castle, what Arman was afraid of was not that he could not capture the city, but that he could not capture the castle within the specified time.

If he had been given a month, he would have been able to capture the city, but Prince Conde only gave him twenty days.

But Arman has one advantage, which is self-awareness.

After realizing that he might not be able to complete the siege mission on time, he did not pass the buck and immediately asked Prince Condai for support.

So today, Mizam arrived at the scene with 300 extraordinary knights from Hotam County.

"Brother Mizam, it's been a long time since I last saw you." Jumping off the horse and taking off his helmet, Alman saluted Mizam with impeccable etiquette.

"Sir Arman." Mizam pulled down his hood, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's great to see you again."

"I am not talented enough to capture Fort Anson. I am sorry to trouble you." Arman said sincerely.

Mizam still smiled kindly, but what he said made Armand feel cold all over under the scorching sun.

“This time, in order to support you and attack Gaobao City, we have almost exhausted all the extraordinary knights in Hotam County.

His Royal Highness told me that he wants to see the flag hoisted on the wall of Rapid City within a month. "

"Yes, yes..." Arman no longer had the eloquence he had in front of ordinary people, and replied stutteringly.

Looking at Arman in front of him, Mizam also felt helpless.

Due to the constraints of the church and Prince Condé's own personality, most of his subordinates are brave generals who are quite powerful on the front battlefield, but there are few wise generals like Bogliuo.

If it was the same as before, with the cooperation of ordinary extraordinary knights and infantry, and the reinforcements and planning provided by the kingdom, this style of play would actually be very efficient. But since the death of the old king and the pope, Prince Condé lost his shackles and support at the same time.

Mizam was originally responsible for monitoring Prince Condé, but after the death of the old Pope and the chaos in the church, he had no choice but to completely side with Prince Condé.

Until now, Mizam still doesn't understand why Johnny VIII made a will when he knew it would be impossible to fulfill.

The will of Pope John VIII contains a lot of content, but there are only two key contents:
First, after his death, there is no need to wait for the return of cardinals from other places. The election of the Pope can be held immediately based on the principle of simple majority.

Second, promote the young Bishop Cherry to cardinal.

Both of these contents are procedurally unjust in a certain sense. The old Pope had been law-abiding all his life, but before he died, he gave everyone a big job.

Not only did it cause chaos within the church, it also pushed Mizam into a desperate situation.

There was a bitter look on Mizam's lips. Prince Conde was definitely a good knight commander, but he was not necessarily a good monarch.

Just like when he faced Arman, the best option was to replace him.

But he had no other choice, this was the best solution.

"Tell me about the situation." Mizam said to the Knight of the Fang.

At this stage, the Knight of Lingya showed his advantages and explained the current situation and circumstances clearly.

After listening to the words of the Knight of the Fang, Mizam frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Have the villagers around here run away?"

"Some of them ran away, but then they came back when they saw we didn't do anything to them."

"Have you tried to drive these villagers to attack the city before?"

"Ah? Brother Mizam, it's difficult for us regular infantry and even knights to attack the city, let alone civilians?"

“When did I expect civilians to attack the city? If you really want to attack the city, you should lead the troops yourself.” Mizam said unhappily, “The defenders are most likely locals.

We drove the villagers to attack the city, but we didn't kill them.

If the city guard opens the gate and allows the villagers to enter, he can waste the enemy's food.

If the officers guarding the city do not open the gates, and the soldiers watch their loved ones starve to death outside the city, their morale will inevitably be low.

At this time, we can even use catapults to throw some dead livestock in.

At this time, we are facing only two situations. First, they don't let people into the city, then we take the opportunity to slander the officials guarding the city.

If we had persuaded them to surrender then, we would have had a better chance than now.

Second, if they let people into the city, we will send shadowless people to sneak in and seize the city gate.

If it succeeds, that's even better. If it fails, the city defenders will inevitably fall into the first situation and dare not let anyone into the city.

Their morale will surely decline as a result. I have brought in new troops and catapults, and with the help of the commander-in-chief charging in person, we will surely be able to capture the fortress in a short time."

"But they are all our believers. Isn't this a bit..." Arman hesitated.

Mizam replied firmly: "Those within enemy territory are enemies. There is no such thing as believers."

"Will this work? Won't it make them more united?"

"People are selfish. They know that it may lead to the fall of the city, but they still let people go. They know that the city guards are not wrong, but they still feel resentment and disgust."

Mizam narrowed his eyes, and Ansenburg, who burst into singing, whispered, "This is based on the assumption that their city guards can communicate normally with the soldiers."

(End of this chapter)