Near The Borders Of Wright Kingdom,before Fortress of George.
Everyone's ears were filled with mournful screams and loud cries of battle.
Both the attackers and defenders were giving everything they got in their arsenal.
It was a scene where either you die or I die.
Waves of enemies who were wearing black knight armour were charging at the fortress-like a wave tsunami.
Currently, the battle was going on two fronts, one was on the wall while the other was going down before the huge walls.
There were three huge siege battle ladders which were like war monsters and the barbs on the ladder hooked at the edges of battlements, constantly sending more enemies to fight the defenders of the wall.
The hooks made the siege ladders hard to get rid of and a squad of around 200 enemies was fighting aggressively to protect the ladders on the ground which was backed by more at a distance.
As time went on, more and more enemies had gotten on the wall of the castles.
It was not a good situation for the Fortress of George, there were four times more enemies than the Fortress soldiers.
As the soldiers who were already worn out were getting pushed back, a yellowish beam of light was shot which sliced 10 squires ranked in an instant.
A figure appeared whose each step looked quite graceful but as soon as she passed through the enemy, a head fell on the ground.
She brandished her sword like a grim reaper.
Her form of holding the sword was quite perfect and even those who died under it can't help but be mesmerised by such a beautiful display of swordsmanship.
CLANK
Christina was pushed back a few steps as two Master ranks appeared and slashed at her.
Tilting her body sideways, she rotated herself to generate sufficient moments and covered her sword with a yellowish aura and slashed at both of them.
CLANK!CLANK!CLANK
Christina slashed fiercely pushing the master ranks to the edge of the walls but before she could finish her, both of the master ranks smiled for an unknown reason.
"I didn't know the Goddess of the war realm had fallen to the Disciple rank."
" Hope the Goddess will be able to handle us so that we could have some fun."
The Master-ranked warrior in black armour muttered and jumped towards her.
Christina squinted her eyes while looking at the scene of Fortress while she started to think about their situation.
Everything was going well for them until Amidon took out their secret weapons.
.......
One day before the current events.
The Fortress of Geroge was situated on the bank of the river.
Under Christina's guidance, the newly recruited soldiers who were as weak as twigs had improved tremendously and could soon become the pillars of Wright.
With sufficient time, each one of them could have reached the peak of disciple rank and some of them could have even reached Master rank. Sadly, the war started early.
On the top of the walls, a majestic figure stood who wore a thin leather armour which just makes her body look more curvaceous.
She had waist-long blonde hair and golden glowing eyes.
She was quite tall compared to typical women and had a height of 181 cm and had long slender legs.
Standing on the wall she looked at the steadily approaching army who had made their base the opposite of the river whose water level had decreased due to the intense heat of the sun.
"What is their real number?" She asked with a cold fierceness.
"Chief Commander, according to our sources. They have around 3500 soldiers."A man spoke from behind.
Christine nodded while calculating in her mind.
On their side, they have around 900 soldiers.
It was going to be a tough battle and it would mostly depend on who can last longer.
"How are the preparations on our side?"
"Everything has been done as per your order."
"What about Her Highness Catherine?"
"Her Highness had asked to hold on Amidon troops here for at least five days."
"Since war is waged on all the battlefronts, it will take some time for reinforcements to arrive."
Christina nodded and understood Catherine's plans.
Amidon had sent a huge force to take down the Fortress so for now they can't afford to attack the other battle fronts with all their might which would allow us to counterattack.
After all, war isn't just about numbers.
Just because one had a higher number of troops doesn't mean that one can use all his forces at once.
Food, rations, weapons, supplies. One had to keep all this in mind while assembling a force.
...
Wearing golden-coloured armour with red edges, Christina stood at the front with several other warriors of the Fortress.
Her waist-length hair was tied to a bun, and even though there was no makeup on her face, her snow-white skin glistened under the sun which highlights her golden hair accompanied by her golden eyes while a golden blade sword hung down from her waist which looked as if it wanted to come out of the sheath to feast on the enemies blood.
A gentle breeze brushed past her cheek making her dishevelled hair flutter while she observed the scene before her with discerning eyes.
The tension was tangible as the mana swirled around the rear as all 900 soldiers released their pressure trying to deter the invaders.
The mages who were on the top of the wall raised their magic staff for immediate activation of spells to pour down a series of attacks.
On the tensed battlefield.
A man walked out of the huge army fearlessly and standing close to the wall of the Fortress, he shouted.
"Christina who used to be known as Goddess of War, we ask for your understanding."
"We don't want a blood bath. We are just here to take the land that rightfully belongs to us."
"If you surrender now, not only you can save the lives of many, but His Highness of Amidon will give you a higher position in the Amidon army and will treat you with the utmost respect."
"I refuse!" A cold sharp voice sounded on the top of the battlefield which carried a dominant aura within it.
"Madam Christina, don't be hasty. We don't know why you are staying here in this broken small Kingdom but we can assure you the future Amidon would be glorious and would climb in ranks to Tier 1."
"Moreover, with your talent and leadership, His Majesty might also accept you into his imperial harem and you could live your life without any worries."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interjected as the spear flew as fast as lightning passed by his cheeks giving him a deep wound.
Blood trickled down his wound while he looked up the walls with anger in his eyes.
"I am just a humble messenger...."
"How can you attack a messenger."
"You are just a messenger that's why you are alive. If the war had already started, your head would already be flying."
"Moreover, you just have a few days to live before your head rolls on the ground," Christina spoke in an empathic voice and turned back and walked back while ordering the soldiers to get ready.
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