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Chapter 123 Victory
Countless siege ladders were burning, and the siege vehicles at the gate of the city were also engulfed in raging flames.

The soldiers who were still climbing the ladder were stained with kerosene and ignited by the rapidly expanding flames. No one could remain indifferent under such circumstances.

They wailed in pain, scurrying around like headless chickens, falling from the siege ladder, some fell to the ground motionless, some fell to the ground and were still rolling crazily, struggling in pain.

Looking at the comrades on fire, the soldiers below the city panickedly avoided, for fear that they would be contaminated by a trace of flames and put themselves in the flames.

Some bold soldiers took off their burqas and tried to extinguish the flames with them, but as he slapped them, the soldiers who were on fire fell silent.

Seeing this, they stopped their useless actions, threw away the burqas that were on fire, and took out spare axes, ready to cut down the ladder that was in the way, so that the ladders that came one after another could have a 'place to stay'.

A stone hit the shield of a climbing soldier on a flying ladder. The shield sank slightly, and the force was transmitted to the arm, which instantly twisted and deformed.

The huge potential energy knocked it off the ladder and hit another person, causing a common chain accident.

No one cares about these unlucky ones, because each of them under the city wall can't take care of themselves.

Looking at the ruins of the siege ladders that had been cleaned up, a new siege ladder was already on the way. Only the only one remained intact. Soldiers continued to climb up, but they were more than defensive but not aggressive enough.

It is obviously impossible to rely on them to break through the enemy's line of defense.

"Your Majesty, the offensive there has been blocked."

His Majesty Sha Botai could certainly see that he did not answer this question, but was hesitating whether to send elite troops to expand his advantage.

He had sent a knightly order of 5000 men, one of only three under his command.

Moreover, the offensives in other places have been blocked, and they have not opened a gap like this place. Under the overall unfavorable situation, he is a little undecided about whether to send the knights again.

He wanted the nobles to share some of the losses, but because they were all scattered, he sent someone to contact them and wait for them to gather knights.

By then, we don’t know what the situation here will be like.

He suddenly discovered a small detail, that is, the soldiers on the ladder were always stuck in the middle, now they can rush up the city wall from time to time, although they were quickly knocked down, but this is still a kind of progress .

This meant that their defensive materials were insufficiently prepared, or that it was too late to carry them. Looking at the stones and sundries under the city wall, His Majesty Shabotai was a little uncertain.

What he didn't know was that the defense materials in the city were indeed not prepared. When Earl Bakar and the others invaded, they only had time to transport a large amount of supplies such as food and ordnance, but ignored this aspect.

It's not that they didn't do such a thing at all, but that the civilians who were arranged to carry the supplies for the defense of the city chose to flee directly after learning the news that the enemy had entered the country.

They don't have the consciousness of soldiers, and they don't get any benefits from the lords. Instead, they have to pay taxes no matter what the harvest is. How can they work for the lords wholeheartedly?

They are even more afraid of being used as cannon fodder, and the lessons learned from their past are passed down by word of mouth.

This was a good run, and the raising of supplies for the defense of the city became zero eggs. In order to prevent being attacked or ambushed by the enemy, they directly stayed behind closed doors, which led to the current situation.

Seeing the enemy and us crowded on the city wall, and the number of black blade knights in black armor was decreasing, His Majesty Shabotai knew that he had to make a decision. He glanced at the Morrowind knights following behind him.

"The Morrowind Knight listened to my order, and selected the most valiant 300 of you, rode forward, and tried to tear as many gaps between them as possible, so that our army can gather."

Considering that it is not so easy for more knights to go up, he thought about it and chose to send some first, and even let them ride forward. This is to save more of their energy and for faster support.

For this reason, those war horses had to give up.

As for others, they keep adding oil, and according to the situation, whether to press all of them, or stop the loss at this point.

There was no way to do this. The siege battle was an extremely cruel refueling tactic. There were only a few siege ladders and flying ladders for gaining control, and they were not enough for more knights to attack together.

The ordered Morrowind knights quickly selected [-] warriors. They got on their horses and quickly charged directly with their horses, because they didn't need to cherish horsepower, what they needed was faster support.

Looking at the city wall in front of them, the war horse began to slow down on its own. Before the horse could stabilize itself, the Morrowind knights relied on their superb riding skills to dismount.

He didn't choose to take out the shield on his back directly, but started to climb the ladder or flying ladder directly.

With their joining, the soldiers who had been fighting for a long time on the city wall got a respite. They gradually stabilized the front line and began to slowly push it to both sides.

A soldier was climbing the ladder with the determination to die. He just exposed his head, but a big hand came to meet him. He was stunned, looked up, and found that it was a soldier of his own side, and he smiled. .

He grabbed the hand heavily, pushed hard and came directly to the city wall. Before he could thank him, the silver figure went straight to the front.

He opened his mouth and looked at the silver armored knight at the front. He didn't choose to go directly to help, but continued to help the soldiers in this section of the city wall, so that they could climb the city wall faster, and at the same time urged them to speed up .

A soldier on the defensive side was stabbed in the abdomen and fell straight down the city wall. His eyes and nose were bleeding, but he didn't choose to call for help. "Hurry up, this part of the city wall is about to fall."

After speaking, he immediately cut off his voice, and the soldiers who heard the words quickened their pace. Although they were exhausted, their instincts as soldiers were still driving them to fight.

Marquis Lite stood expressionlessly on the main building, watching the gap in the city wall being opened, facing the enemy and injecting the main force of the Knights, their soldiers faintly seemed to be defeated.

"Let the soldiers below be prepared for street fighting, and tell them at the same time that anyone who retreats, is defeated and attacks the army formation will be killed without mercy."

He knew that the situation was irreversible, and now he could only fight under the city wall according to the geographical advantages. If he continued to send troops in, the people below were not prepared.

Once there is a rout on the city wall, it is likely to turn into a big rout. At the same time, in order to prevent the enemy from following the rout and directly attacking their formation, he must make these preparations in advance, just in case.

Even if they captured the city wall, they still needed to attack through narrow steps. Due to the constraints of the terrain, the attacking party could not rush down.

As long as they persisted long enough, the defenders would still have a chance to regain the city wall.

It doesn't mean that capturing the city wall means breaking the city. In the case that the city gate has not been opened, the two sides are still in a [-]-[-] situation at this time.

You may think that you can stand on it and shoot with an archer, but there are generally no crenels inside the city wall, which is also to prevent this from happening. Breaking the city wall can only mean that they have gained some advantages.

As for surrender, that time has not yet come.

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Hastings on the city wall are like a drop of ink dripping into the water. They are spreading rapidly and occupying more city walls with an unstoppable momentum.

The Morrowind knights fought all the way to the tower above the gate, where they encountered fierce resistance. The gate was lined with spears, and archers were constantly shooting overhead, restricted by the narrow passage.

Their sharp attacks can't play any role in such a situation.

Seeing that this was the case, they adopted the formation of black blade knights attacking the city wall, and gave up their defense one by one, just to disperse the enemy troops at the gate. Even though they were stuck with several spears, they still charged forward with roars.

Until the last strength disappeared, their hands were still tightly grasping the shield.

Facing their desperate charge, mistakes and omissions inevitably appeared in the spear array. As more Morrowind knights rushed in, it quickly turned into a melee. They had to give up their spears and replaced them with more A dagger useful for combat.

As more people rushed into the city gate control room, the city gate was slowly opened.

The soldiers gathered at the gate of the city rushed in. Pushed by the soldiers behind them, they kept rushing forward until a fan-shaped gap opened.

It wasn't until then that they stopped advancing, and they were already tightly packed with the enemy. Under such circumstances, it was difficult to wield a short sword.

The war is still going on, and the soldiers can only choose to move their elbows within a limited range, urge greater force, and stab the enemy's exposed places with short swords.

The soldiers kept falling, but the front line was quickly occupied by the soldiers who pushed up. They were engaged in a 1.1-meter tug-of-war here, and they didn't need to worry about their physical strength at this time.

Because they will be killed by the place before their physical strength is exhausted, or if they kill the place, the chaotic roar and the sound of weapons intersecting continue to rise. No one has the time to care about the surrounding situation. They have to face it wholeheartedly. staring at the enemy in front of him.

The soldiers on the city wall are also helping them. They pick up the enemy's weapons or corpses and throw them directly towards the crowd of enemy soldiers. At the same time, they are cleaning up the remaining enemies on the city wall and preparing to rush down the city wall in one go.

The two sides fought fiercely over the steps of the city wall and the city gate. No commander's voice could reach their ears. They only had one "simple" thought in their minds, which was to kill the enemy in front of them.

Their vocal cords were fatally damaged by their roaring. Even though their throats could no longer make any sound, their mouths were still opening and closing, and their ears were filled with all kinds of silent roars from the 'devil'.

Soon the corpses piled up on the front lines of both sides to form a hill. They climbed up the corpses of their former comrades-in-arms and continued to fight.

They didn't have a one-on-one environment like in a knight's duel. They stood shoulder to shoulder, fought together, and died together. Their faces were ruthless until death, and their teeth were closed tightly until death.

Marquis Lite could completely see the situation here while standing on the city wall, and His Majesty Shabotai could only obtain first-hand information through the constant transmission of messengers. Although he wanted to go up to the city wall, he was escorted. block' up.

Under the sound of the magic sound, the soldiers at the front line became even more frantic. Before they could distinguish whether they were their comrades in arms, they stabbed out the weapons in their hands.

The occurrence of accidental injury is inevitable. In such an environment, no one can think. They frantically and mechanically stab out the weapons in their hands, and after the 'enemy' falls, they start looking for the next target.

The tormented soldiers defending the city for the past five days have begun to show their decline. They began to retreat slowly, leaving behind piles of corpses.

Some soldiers defending the city who hadn't fought yet, because of the rapid secretion of adrenaline, fell into extreme excitement, their bodies began to tremble and tremble, and their brains began to congest rapidly, but their exhausted spirits could not withstand such stimulation.

The brain felt a fatal crisis, and in order to prevent the nerves from collapsing, it directly issued the simplest and most effective order, which is to 'shut down' one by one.

Of course, most of the soldiers who appeared in this state were older soldiers. The young people had better bodies. They were flushed all over, holding the weapons in their hands tremblingly, and went on and on.

As the battle line advances, the flag of the Kingdom of Hastings has begun to appear on the top of the city, and more soldiers have flowed into the city. With the expansion of their battle line, their disadvantages have disappeared.

They began to charge the weakened enemy at full strength, their lines began to advance rapidly, everyone was in a frenzy, and they had no idea of ​​​​fleeing or retreating.

There is no room for doing that, the comrades around are coercing them forward, no matter how sober they are, they will fall into madness in such a situation, even insane!
At this time, Earl McKinney was on the battlefield, and he was only here to boost morale, but the rapid changes in the situation caught him off guard, and there was nothing he could do about the entrapment of the knights.

He was surrounded by fanatical soldiers. Under the protection of the knights, he was carried closer and closer to the center of the battlefield by the soldiers.

Seeing the soldiers falling in front of him and the scarlet eyes of the enemy, reason and fear overwhelmed his last "pride". He pulled out the sword in his hand and cut down the death-threatening flags around him.

"Surrender, we surrender, I am Earl McKinney, and I demand the noble treatment I deserve."

As he shouted, the knights joined in, and soon the soldiers around them woke up from their frenzy.

Even the aristocrats have surrendered. What reason do they have to fight? They joined the team shouting for surrender. As their voices grew louder, more and more people came to their senses.

For a while, Earl McKinney's "rhetoric words" echoed throughout the city, but he had no time to care about such embarrassment at this time.

Because the enemy did not stop attacking directly, the two sides were still fighting. It was just a battle of life and death that turned into a mutual test.

Soon, the two sides separated. Facing the siege party that was waiting in full force, Earl McKinney dropped the weapon in his hand first, followed by the continuous sound of weapons falling.

The archers on the main castle also put down their bows and arrows. The nobles inside heard the cheers outside, and they also breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that they had lost.

'it is finally over. 'With this thought, Marquis Little slowly loosened his clenched fists
(End of this chapter)