under the night sky.

Roar like thunder.

Huge shadows cast by the moonlight passed over the city walls.

Spreading its wings, a manticore at least five meters wide was hovering in mid-air.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the city wall.

Someone knelt down in horror: "It's a manticore, a man-eating beast. The enemy actually sent out a manticore. Is this the holy fire's punishment for us betrayers?"

"Father above, please use your divine power to destroy these evil beasts!"

A ferocious beast like the manticore had already dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the defenders on the city wall before it could make a real move.

This is why Rauf attaches great importance to the manticore knights. When it comes to the battlefield, these beasts can neither breathe fire nor be good at land combat.

The direct damage they can cause is actually very limited.

But their blow to the morale of the enemy is the most important thing. In the Saracen world, which child has not heard the threat from his parents "If you are disobedient, let the manticore take you away"?

The nomads in many areas often have livestock and even people taken away by manticores. Fear of this evil beast has long been deeply rooted.

But what Rauf didn't expect was that although the militiamen were afraid, they still stuck to their posts without wavering.

"Ms. Shaote's fart is nothing more than a group of beasts with wings. Whoever dares to take away my land will be killed by me!"

"That's right, our home is behind us, our wives and children are watching us, we have nowhere to go!"

"Don't forget, the Earl is a man favored by God, and he will definitely lead us to victory."

Unlike the Armenian mercenary group, which is a group of professional thugs who take money to do things, the conscripted militiamen have limited combat effectiveness, but their morale is very high.

Because they know very well that even if Ella Port is breached, they will not be liquidated, and the allocated land will definitely be confiscated during Lothar's rule.

They will still go back to the past, where the sky is dark, the future is gloomy, and there is no hope in sight.

They roared and shouted to cheer themselves up.

It attracted the attention of the order knights who were trying to boost the morale of the Black Eagle Banner.

"Look, even those militiamen know that they have no way out, how dare you be timid, have you all forgotten the kindness that the Earl has given you?"

"Remember the combat skills I have taught you, those heathen enemies are nothing to be afraid of."

The manticore knights hovered in the sky, each picking a valuable target. Soon, they aimed at Lothar, who was standing on the city wall and was clearly dressed differently from ordinary soldiers.

"That's the leader of the Frankish barbarians, kill him!"

The manticore knights were driving their mounts, took off the javelins on their saddles, and swooped down one after another.

Being able to execute decapitation tactics and being extremely mobile is also one of their greatest strengths.

The javelin was thrown down with the sound of howling wind.

Because of the dive posture, the accuracy of their throwing javelins is much higher than when flying at extreme speed in the sky, and the power is amazing.

Standing behind Lothar, Coors, who seemed to be hiding in the shadows, suddenly disappeared.

A bloody shadow flickered in mid-air.

He only heard the sound of metal clashing, and he intercepted all ten javelins and chopped them into two pieces.

The Manticore began to slow down to avoid hitting the ground.

Getting closer.

The feeling of oppression given by these colossal giant beasts is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.

But in front of Lothar, it was really not enough to see.

No matter it is compared with the ground dragon or the sea dragon, the manticore can only be regarded as a small man.

Keng.

The manticore's sharp claws, together with the giant body, hit Banruo's shield.

Sharp claws scratched harshly on it.

Prajna's feet didn't move at all.

The ghost face relief on the black shield bared its teeth for a while, as if it was very uncomfortable.

Lothar took the opportunity to take a step forward, the blood waterfall was activated, his physique was nearly doubled in an instant, and the sharp shining cross sword in his hand drew a silver light, lifting it from bottom to top.

Blood, mixed with colorful viscera, spewed out.

His sword cut open the tough belly of the manticore, and the experience bar also jumped up a little-calculated, as long as he can kill five manticores, he can go up again. level one.

Hans didn't turn into a wolf.

He was wearing iron armor and a Teutonic knight's winged helmet, and he knocked a manticore out of the way.

With a mounted spear in his hand, he swept out like an iron rod, and smashed the manticore that attacked again behind him into the air.

Hans, whose level has been raised to level [-], has already exceeded [-] strength. Even if he does not transform into a werewolf, he is definitely not something a manticore can deal with.

Coors was still exerting his strength, and he suddenly appeared behind a manticore. The scarlet sword light flashed, and the knight behind him had his head cut off.

The gushing blood became Furingilla's spell-casting tool, and quickly turned into bloody spears, attacking these rough-skinned and thick-skinned beasts.

Under the city, due to the distance, the soldiers didn't see the scene at all. They only knew that there was a big battle on the top of the city. The officers below urged the soldiers under them loudly, ordering them to speed up their pace.

But this time.

Just hear a whistle.

From the towering Siegfried Tower, more than ten catapults flew out at the same time, crashing on the siege towers one by one.

Some boulders were bounced off by the skin and iron plates above.

But there were also boulders that pierced directly through the weak joints of the siege towers, causing half of the six-meter-high siege towers to be destroyed in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp howling sound as a sharp object pierced the air.

Made of hardwood, the giant crossbow arrows that were as thick as a child's arm were shot out by the city defense ballista in the tower, directly piercing through the arrow shield on the siege vehicle, passing through the heads of the soldiers below, and directly penetrated into the ground. ground.

Blood spattered the face of the Saracen soldier.

The siege vehicle pierced through the ground and the top by the crossbow arrows was caught in a situation where it could not advance or retreat.

It was the officer of the centurion who cut off the root of the crossbow arrow decisively, and shouted hoarsely: "Push forward quickly, and they will not be able to shoot us when we get to the enemy's city."

This is the truth.

The shooting holes on the Siegfried Tower, no matter how ingeniously designed, still have dead ends.

But the ditches outside Port Ella, and the drawbridge, have not yet been resolved.

Those conscripted farmers and soldiers holding planks and sandbags are still on the way to charge, and are being attacked by Armenian slingers and archers.

They were a group of conscripts who couldn't wear armor, pure cannon fodder, the only crude shields that could be used to defend against long-range attacks, and they were left in the camp because they had to carry sandbags.

On the contrary, many conscripted peasants and soldiers relied on the planks originally used to fill the trenches to block the shooting of many Armenians.

These Armenian light infantry from Cilicia are also poor and pitiful. The bows and slings they use have very limited penetration.

If it is against a fully armed enemy with a top helmet and armor, it will not be of much use at all.

But unfortunately, their current target is precisely a group of unarmored civilian conscripts.

...

Rauf watched this scene from a distance.

His face was a little ugly.

"Damn it, why are the trebuchets of these Franks so accurate?"

In the blink of an eye, half of the siege equipment he had prepared was destroyed, which meant that the number of soldiers he could transport to the city wall at the same time would be greatly reduced.

At that time, even if one's own military strength is superior, it will not be able to exert such an advantage at all.

Once caught in a war of attrition, the chief thousand-man team will definitely suffer huge losses. You must know that they are all well-equipped and well-trained elites under their own hands.

He looked at the black wizard wearing a skeleton collar, and said:

"Master Minomedo, it's time for you to act. My manticore knight has already entangled the enemy's witch. It is the best time for you to act now."

"The enemy's army currently deployed on the city wall must be very limited, because they still have to deal with our soldiers inside. As long as half of the siege towers are close to the city wall, the battle will be stable."

Minomedo didn't hesitate any longer. He could see that the enemy's wizard level was not low, but compared with his own, it should be quite a bit worse.

At this time, he made a move with the assistance of those manticores.

Around him, there was a black mist, accompanied by a shrill scream, there were vaguely dead souls clustering around him.

I saw him stepping out one step at a time, and his body had already floated away and appeared tens of meters away.

At this time.

Finally, a siege tower approached the ditch. After the conscripted peasants and soldiers recklessly buried it, a passage leading to the city wall was soon paved with sandbags and planks.

This was actually Lothar's intention.

Of course, he could destroy a siege tower with a mouthful of dragon's breath, or a round of throwing stones.

But the enemy's loss is probably only a few dozen people.

Only when the siege towers are built on the city walls, the war will turn into a terrifying war of attrition, and the enemy's follow-up forces will continue to climb the city walls under the temptation of "the enemy's internal turmoil".

Port Ella will become a bloodletting pool prepared by Lothar for Rauf, a terrifying meat grinder.

boom--

The wooden boards on the siege tower crashed between the crenels of the city wall.

Along the ladder on the siege tower, the black-armored soldiers climbing up roared and rushed towards the Eagle Banner Brigade that had formed a shield formation.

The Eagle Flag Brigade stood still.

The shield array like a wall makes it impossible for the enemy to find the target to attack.

Someone wielded blunt weapons such as maces and axes, trying to break through the shield wall blocking the way, but behind the shield wall, Roman-style short swords had already stabbed out like poisonous snakes.

Blood quickly stained the bricks and stones on the city wall.

The second siege tower was built on the city wall.

Ned and other imperial knights led the Black Eagle Banner Team, and kept talking to boost their morale: "Boys, this will be the first battle since the establishment of the Black Eagle Banner Team. For the glory of the Black Eagle Banner, we will never Back off!"

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