Overgod Ascension

Outside Jumu Town.

Neat soldiers lined up in square formations, one thousand men per regiment, looking orderly.

There were three corps, representing a strength of three thousand. A dozen officers flew over and saluted Wu Ming: "Sir! The first, second, and third militia regiments are all here. Please give instructions!"

"Camp where you are, rest and standby!"

Wu Ming said in a deep voice, and the soldiers below immediately moved quickly.

The scene of ordering, prohibiting, and coordinating cooperation made the nobles behind them look pale.

"William...this...is this your army?"

asked Baron Terry in disbelief.

Previously, Wu Ming came with five hundred private soldiers, which was already a force superior to that of an ordinary baron. But now another three thousand troops came, which brought him not shock, but horror.

After all, even the Earl of Lanshan, although his fiefdom was much larger than that of Wu Ming and the population was larger, he could not mobilize so many troops.

This is an institutional difference.

Of course, if the Earl of Blue Mountain is willing to delay the farming season and recruit a large number of untrained farmers into the army, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people can be gathered together, but it is meaningless at all, not to mention that the logistics will be overwhelmed immediately. Even on the battlefield, if they are slightly charged by the cavalry, hundreds of thousands of people will only become hundreds of thousands of ducks fleeing in a hurry, and they will be embarrassed in vain.

But Wu Ming's army of three thousand people is different! They are organized, disciplined, and well-equipped. Apart from having never seen blood, they are already the most elite army.

"They are all workers in my territory and have received militia training..."

Wu Ming explained a few words, and his inscrutable smile made Viscount Bale's back shiver, almost breaking into a cold sweat.

Naturally, he had heard about the wealth and incredible power of the Kalos Territory, and he couldn't put it down for the refined salt, porcelain, glass, and refined steel swords produced there. But who could have imagined that such power was hidden in those factories? Woolen cloth?

The other party is like a tiger hunting. It has been hiding its claws until it finds its prey, and now it finally reveals its ferocious side!

That Carlos collar, no matter how fat it is, is just like a big hedgehog!

Viscount Bale could not help but mourn for the nobles who had fought against the Carlos Territory.

"Then...my lord, what are you going to do?"

Tana looked at these troops with an excited face and an abnormal blush on her cheeks.

"Of course...take back Whistling Castle!"

Wu Ming looked into the distance and said in a firm tone.

Even if Viscount Garcia's army won the victory, it still needed time to rest. At this time, the enemy's strength was at its weakest in the Whistling Castle.

However, his own army is recharging its strength. If we don't take advantage of this time difference to recapture the core of the rule of Whistling Castle, how long will it take?

Viscount Bale's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.

At this time, there were four thousand troops gathered in Jumu Town, but only a hundred people listened to his orders!

Even if he returned to the territory and went into force, he would only send out at most a thousand more troops. This strength was still too weak compared to Baron William.

"This William...has been making preparations for a long time?"

Viscount Bale suddenly felt a deep chill.

His eyes focused on the dragon heart sword on Wu Ming's waist, and he relaxed slightly: "Fortunately... no matter what, he is a member of the blue blood after all!"

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The next day, Wu Ming took the rested army and joined the militia group, bringing the number of soldiers to four thousand, and rushed all the way to Whistling City.

On the way, Viscount Bale firmly rejected Wu Ming's request, left the team alone, and returned to the fiefdom with his own troops.

He wanted to gather all the men, then notify all the blue-blood nobles, convey the bad news to them, and fight for his honor and status.

Perhaps the Viscount Bale was aware of Wu Ming's purpose and that's why he was so busy escaping from his shadow.

"Howling City!"

After a day of marching, Wu Ming looked at the huge city at the end of his sight, and his original memories emerged: black market shooting, martial arts competition, and the awarding of knighthoods...

The past events of a few years ago came to mind clearly.

It's just that at that time, he was just a penniless free man, but now, he has brought thousands of troops to conquer everything he sees.

The blue flag on the city wall has long since fallen and been replaced by a red lion flag, representing the change of ownership of Whistling City.

After seeing an army approaching, an exclamation came from the city wall, and then a rapid trumpet sounded.

"Is that... the blue eagle? Is the Viscount of Eagle Castle also there?"

Wu Mingyong looked at the commotion on the city wall and smiled slightly: "Get ready to attack!"

"Lord Baron!"

At this time, Tana next to her spoke: "Wuthering City's defense is very average, and there are even several secret passages leading outside the city. The only belief of those black market merchants is Jin Delong! If you pay enough, you can send them A surprise force captured the city gate easily!"

"The other party also knows this very well!"

Wu Ming pointed his riding whip at the Whistling Castle in the center of the city: "Therefore, the real battlefield is still there!"

Even though the enemy is quite exhausted and their numbers are small, with the Whistling Castle, even if there are 10,000 people, it is not a problem to resist for a month.

After receiving the news, Viscount Garcia would definitely return reinforcements and surround Wu Ming from the rear.

At that time, Wu Ming will have to face the situation of Earl of Blue Mountain again.

"Three days...no, maybe we only have two days!"

Baron Wilfer shook his head: "We must capture Whistling Castle within two days, otherwise we will be surrounded!"

"I'm going to live in the castle tonight!"

With a mysterious smile on his face, Wu Ming made a promise: "Follow me, and you will only win one victory after another!"

Where does the temperament of a leader come from?

In troubled times, it is to lead soldiers and retinues, take down castles one after another, win one victory after another, and complete incredible feats one after another!

"Give me the order! Attack!"

Wu Ming ordered his men to blow the horns, and immediately, the four square formations began to move towards the city gate.

"kill!"

Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the city gate, and a large number of shouts of killing could be heard. Many knights wearing white robes with astonishing movements could be seen leading hundreds of troops and began to kill.

“The Lord said, I am watching you in heaven, and those who fight for me will surely ascend to the Kingdom of God with their souls after death!”

Several priests murmured, as if they were saying their last prayers, and immediately picked up their weapons: "Attack! Seize the city gate and let Baron William's army in!"

"They are the glorious knights of the church, and the order of monks! The order of paladins!"

Looking at the slowly opening door, Wilfer and Terry both looked at Wu Ming with incredulous eyes: "Have you convinced the church?"

"They just made the right choice!"

Obviously, when the Viscount of Eagle Castle first captured Whistling City, the church chose a forbearance strategy, thus successfully lowering the Viscount's vigilance.

Wait until this time, accumulate strength, attack in one fell swoop, and immediately sacrifice the entire outer city for Wu Ming.

"Charge! Charge in!"

Of course Jack would not miss this opportunity. He roared angrily, led the cavalry, and rushed into the city gate.

The battle ended quickly.

The other party obviously placed all their bets on the Whistling Castle, and did not have much confidence in the city gate defense. Coupled with the church's counterattack, an hour later, Wu Ming rode a war horse, in the glory of the Whistling Castle. The road is open.

"Baron William!"

The archbishop was still dressed in cloth with bloodstains on his body: "You don't have much time. Viscount Garcia is quickly returning reinforcements. You must capture Whistling Castle as soon as possible."

"This is natural!"

Wu Ming led the army to the Howling Castle.

The thick granite building, like a huge monster, straddles the center of the city, casting a huge shadow.

"In the castle, there is the Viscount of Eagle Castle and several knights from the highlands... The family members of the Earl of Blue Mountain are also imprisoned..."

The archbishop explained the situation to Wu Ming: "There are a thousand people there, and enough food for them to eat for half a year!"

Facing the Howling Castle, even the militiamen who had just won a great victory hesitated.

With just one look, they knew that the only option to deal with such a monster armed to the teeth was to use their lives to fill it.

Otherwise, there is only a long-term siege. When the other party runs out of food, they have to come out and surrender.

Unfortunately, at this time, Wu Ming could not meet any of the conditions.

"Archbishop, what do you think of my future?"

Looking at the castle opposite, Wu Ming suddenly asked the archbishop with a smile.

"You are chosen by the Lord, and your future will be bright!"

The archbishop answered in a very arrogant tone, but he chose to help Wu Ming at this time, so he naturally had his own confidence.

call out!

Just then, a roll of parchment was shot out of the castle.

"A letter of surrender?"

Wu Ming unfolded it and smiled immediately: "You want me to surrender unconditionally and swear allegiance to them? It seems that I am very confident. I originally thought they would threaten me with hostages."

Obviously, in the eyes of everyone, Wu Ming at this time was just a daring knight, and he was not far away from being destroyed.

"Forget it, bring up our wooden cannon!"

He did not hesitate and immediately chose to use the decisive weapon.

Several strange-looking wooden cannons were placed on the cart and pushed in front of the castle.

"What's this?"

Baron Terry looked at the huge barrel and asked in surprise.

"We'll find out later..."

Wu Ming looked at the Whistling Castle indifferently, and slashed his hand down: "Light the fire!"

The militia group immediately withdrew a distance, and specialized soldiers stepped forward to light the fuse.

The bright flames quickly submerged into the wooden cannon, and the soldiers on both sides squatted down and covered their ears.

Boom!

The next moment, a loud noise broke out and the sky collapsed!