Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 152: A city standing and another falling..

"DIEEE!" A man shouted as his hammer slammed into the side of an enemy soldier, the sickening crunch of bones shattering under the brutal impact echoing through the din of battle. The soldier collapsed, lifeless, but he barely spared a glance at the dying men before he bellowed once more.

"To the gate!" he shouted, rallying his men. "Break it down! Forward!"

The man had short brown hair, his locks damp with sweat beneath his helm, and his piercing blue eyes gleamed with determination as he led his men forward. The night was thick with tension, but his gaze never faltered, fixed on the gate ahead. His helmet, dented from past battles, bore the proud crest of House Retioa engraved on the front, symbolizing his house.

Charging ahead, he swung his war hammer with brutal efficiency, his every movement purposeful, his battle cry echoing through the night.The man was the commander leading this night attack, recommended for the role by his uncle Lord Landoff, directly chosen by the emperor himself. His name was Willios of house Roetia and right now he was fighting for his life

-----------

It was deep into the night,when the operation began . Willios and his men had encountered no trouble scaling the outer wall, moving like shadows in the darkness. They crept closer to the tower, emboldened by the silence of the slumbering garrison.

But as they neared their objective, disaster struck. A lone guard, patrolling the high wall, spotted the mass of men below. His eyes widened in panic, and before anyone could react, the blaring sound of a horn cut through the night. The eerie wail echoed across the city, alerting every soldier within the walls.