People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 668 Rain

"Candle Knight!"

"Ms. Viviana!"

Cheers echoed throughout the city walls. The enemy troops besieging the middle section of the city wall stopped for a moment. They looked at the poetic figure of the man with the sword in horror and disbelief.

At this moment, the last sand giant's huge body fell down like a mountain and broke into countless gravel.

"His Majesty?"

Many of Mahamu II's close ministers subconsciously cast their eyes over. The Sand Giants, the siege weapon that they had placed high hopes on, were completely wiped out, and the morale of the siege army also suffered a huge blow. They couldn't help but doubt whether they should continue.

"What are you standing there for? I don't remember giving the order to stop the attack."

Mahamu II stared at the figure without blinking. Although he had never been moved by women, he couldn't help but feel a little admiration for a moment.

With such extraordinary power in hand, the physical appearance became unimportant in comparison. After all, although the female knight was beautiful, Mahamu II could still find one or two who could rival her if he searched the harem.

If such a woman were to be combined with the dragon-taming blood in him, what kind of terrifying talent would the future crown prince have?

Wouldn't it be better to be able to improve the family bloodline than those political marriages?

"But Your Majesty, our morale has been severely damaged. The enemy's spellcasters have all climbed onto the top of the city. Are we going to let our soldiers resist their spells with their flesh and blood?"

The Grand Vizier advised: "Why not wait until tomorrow to attack?"

Mahamu II said coldly: "Send the Sufi spellcasters to protect the siege tower. The enemy's entire city is less than half of our army. How can the warriors protected by the Holy Fire be afraid of such a difficulty?"

Sufism is a branch of Zoroastrianism that emerged in the countryside and was a powerful arm of the Ottoman monarchs in maintaining their rule. Although their spellcasting power was superior to that of brotherhoods and sisterhoods, as a new branch of the religion, they clearly had not yet gained enough sedimentation.

Everyone knows that it is quite unreliable to expect the Sufi monks to deal with the female knight.

So, he paused and continued, "Let the Brotherhood and Sisterhood deal with that female knight. No matter how powerful she is, she is only one person. She can't cast such a powerful spell at will."

"Take them alive if possible."

As Mahamu II's order was issued, the army, which had originally stopped on the battlefield, once again advanced towards the city wall under the urging of scimitars and arrows.

"Attack, keep attacking!"

"Fight for God, fight for the holy fire, and destroy the evil pagan witches!"

The brotherhood members wearing black turbans and black robes were like vague shadows, hidden in the siege team.

The Assassin's assassin organization had long been exterminated by the Tatars, but the assassin tradition has not been broken. The Brotherhood in the world of yesterday's battleships also inherited many traditions of the assassin organization and their fighting methods are quite similar.

The magic released by the defenders caused ripples on the siege towers. Although the Sufi spellcasters were of average strength, their numbers were still much greater than those old antiques in Constantinople. It might not be easy to fight back, but it was still possible to protect most of the siege towers and enable them to reach the city wall.

As for Viviana, killing those sand giants obviously consumed a lot of her mental power. Although the magic warrior can use mental power to enhance various attributes, the most fundamental power is still mental power. The loss of mental power will cause her strength to drop sharply.

"Next, we must prioritize preserving our combat power."

Losa warned.

Mortals have their own battles, and extraordinary people have their own battles.

If he or Viviana spent too much energy on these ordinary soldiers, it might reduce some losses temporarily, but in the end more people would die.

In war, everyone is never equal.

As the baffles on the siege tower fell down, a row of Ottoman warriors in heavy armor rushed out.

The Latin guards holding halberds roared and rushed forward, smashing the opponent's helmets. The two sides were crowded together, and the Theodosian Wall was completely turned into a meat grinder, grinding the flesh and blood of the enemy and their own people into mud.

Greek fire gushed out from the tower, burning the bodies in the trenches, and heavy crossbows pierced through the armor, linking the enemies together.

Flames, frost, wind blades, and colorful magical auras shone brightly as spellcasters on both sides fought back and forth.

Standing in the most conspicuous place on the top of the city wall, Lothar soon attracted the attention of the enemy. Dozens of Brotherhood members who had planned in advance quietly approached the emperor's guards in the chaotic battle situation and swarmed towards the man under the imperial flag.

Viviana looked back but did not lend a helping hand. Although she had never experienced how strong Lothar was, her aura could not be faked. Even if thousands of troops were besieging Lothar, she did not think that he would be in danger.

However, there were more brotherhood members besieging her.

Candle Knight sighed softly. It seemed that the enemy could also judge that he was in a weak period.

But even if he was weak, it would only take some effort to deal with an enemy of this level.

Southern section of the city wall.

Orhan and his guards roared and fought together with their former brothers. His guards were also trained using the Janissary method and had extraordinary combat power.

On the side, the clawed dragon, which had no master to control it but was in tune with Orhan's mind, was like a fish in water, walking on the city wall as if it were flat ground. Its sharp claws were elusive, and every time it attacked, even the enemies wearing heavy armor would be torn apart like paper.

The battle continued into the afternoon.

The corpses of both sides covered the city walls and trenches.

The reserve troops in the rear have been sent to the city wall for rotation. Every soldier feels that both his spirit and physical strength have been stretched to the extreme and are about to break.

The blood formed large stains on the bricks and stones.

The extraordinary people with limited blue bars had already stopped fighting and went back to rest. The only ones left were the mortal soldiers who fought with their most primitive instincts.

Orhan, whose helmet was knocked off, suddenly felt a chill on his head.

The crackling sound suddenly became clear in the noisy environment around my ears.

It's raining…

It's raining!
People's voices suddenly became excited.

No matter how arrogant the pagans were, they would not dare to continue attacking the city under such circumstances.

More importantly, in heavy rain, the gunpowder stored by the pagans was likely to become damp and ineffective, and the artillery bombardment that had been bringing great pressure to the defenders for days would definitely have to stop.

"God bless Rome."

The emperor raised the four Beta flags planted on the top of the city and shouted: "God bless the Roman people."

"Saint Viviana!"

Amid the somewhat bewildered look of the Candle Knight, people cheered this name. The gratitude and piety in their eyes were something Viviana had never felt before in the Colosseum.

The sound of the horn pierced through the rain, and even though he was reluctant, Mahamu II had to order a withdrawal.

The rain washed away the bloodstains and covered up the bad smell on the city wall.

When Orhan went to meet the emperor in person, even though he had expected it, he was still shocked. At this time, the number of corpses piled on the middle section of the city wall guarded by the emperor himself was three times that of his side.

Even the city walls protected by magic circles had large gaps, and many places were temporarily blocked with bricks, wood, and even enemy corpses.

Just by looking at this scene, Orhan could imagine the intensity of the attack that the middle section of the city wall encountered, which was far greater than the southern section where he was stationed.

But even so, the emperor never gave an order for them to send people to support them.