My Sister is Arturia

"However, there are only 3000 people. Our tribe has a total of 3 people, and a total of 8 people from other tribes are on the way. It is expected that tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will arrive one after another. We'd better get there immediately. Go on the attack and take down these nasty rats."

"Attack immediately?" Mocha sneered: "Do you know that these guys in front of you, apart from the legendary things you said, defeated another tribe in Newcastle a few months ago?" The plain in front of the Fort, Sean Ugren knows, right? I was chatting and laughing with him, and Arthur and Artoria in front of me were directly pressed to the ground and rubbed? Young people, don’t think so beautifully. After building a batch of siege equipment, let’s use [-] soldiers to test their city defense capabilities. If I remember correctly, this should be an abandoned castle. What is the difference between this damned mountain col and a dead end for them?”

"I, I see, I'll make arrangements right now."

The attendant was reprimanded by his leader, Moka, and then retreated quickly.

The first Anglo-Saxons to arrive belonged to the tribe of Mocha. As the king of Anglo-Saxon, one of the top ten tribes under the command of Blue Mountain, after the defeat of Sion Ugren, it should be the top nine tribes now. One of the tribes, Mocha is not the impulsive type.

Mocha's orders were passed on layer by layer, and the selected soldiers and the built wooden ladders, crash cars, etc. were pushed to the front of the formation and lined up.

Wooden boards were also installed in the front row of the crashing car to defend against bows and arrows. The soldiers pushed the crashing car and carried wooden ladders, and slowly pushed towards the castle that made no sound in front of them.

It's just that the Anglo-Saxon soldiers in the front line stopped before they were within a stone's throw away, and saw the terrified expressions on their faces.

A white ghost with a translucent body piercing through the distant city wall in front of him. Barton Abbas, wearing a crown, shouted high-spirited slogans and urged the ghost horse under his feet to move towards the city in front of him at an extremely fast speed. The enemies rushed over. Behind him, there were not well-equipped soldiers, but the soldiers who were not at all satisfied with the speed because of the ghosts, and the militia closely followed the pace of their lord.

Because he has already died, there is nothing to be afraid of. Even if he ascends to heaven, he will be reborn in the castle again because of the curse. This gives an army composed entirely of ghosts. Terrible combat power, what could be more terrifying than an unkillable legion?

Arthur, standing on the wall, watched the ghost army in front of him about to collide with the Anglo-Saxon brigade. Although there were not many ghosts, they had completely overwhelmed the enemy in terms of momentum. The Anglo-Saxons in the front row He even started to back away in a panic.

The lower-ranking officers yelled and tried to calm the fearful soldiers. After all, no one had ever seen ghosts, let alone fought with them. What are they afraid of, fire?

There was no time for the Anglo-Saxons to think. The ghost sword with a cold light had come to them in an instant. Barton Abbas raised the sword high and shouted:

"For the glory of King Arthur, for the glory of Abbas!"

Afterwards, the ghost warhorse quickly penetrated the enemy in front of it, swung the long sword, and harvested life!

In theory, it should be so, but when Barton Abbas's long sword slashed at the enemy in front of him, it was just a command to slash.The Anglo-Saxon soldier who was hacked over looked terrified. Although he was terrified in his heart, he didn't feel any physical pain and fell down without pain. The ghosts in front of him had penetrated one by one. past……

When the ghost brigade of 200 people passed through the phalanx of 3000 people in front of them, they passed through the woods without leaving a single corpse.

Not long after, the ghost brigade of 200 people turned back again, passed through the 3000-man army that was not damaged at all, but only a few people fell due to the riot, passed through the city wall, and returned.

Arthur covered his face at the top of the wall.

"It may be that they have become ghosts, so they have no way of affecting the living..." Triss, who was standing next to Arthur, guessed so.

"Are these guys stupid? Or have they never hurt others before, so they don't know they can't hurt others?" In Lancelot's eyes, these ghosts have obviously been labeled as stupid.

"Let's not mention these, those guys... attacked!"

Gavin clenched his long sword tightly, looked at the Anglo-Saxons rushing down the city wall, shouting.

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The tidal siege officially started on the afternoon of the first day the Anglo-Saxons arrived.

An army of 3 people gathered under Mount Barton Castle, and then 3000 people, carrying some crude siege equipment, began to attack the outer walls of the castle. When they put the wooden boards on the moat, The rain of arrows on the city wall gave them the first wave of baptism.

The continuous bows and arrows left a small part of the bodies of the Anglo-Saxons, and then the remaining enemy troops still fought high and approached the city wall.

Then came rolling stones, boiling water, spears protruding from the city wall...

The 3000-man siege team was forced to stop their attack without even a single person climbing up the top of the city wall. With the sound of retreating horns, they were pushed back like waves, leaving behind the siege equipment and companions. their bodies.

But no one relaxed, because everyone knew that neither large siege machines nor giants appeared in this siege, and it was just a small-scale temptation.

And more fierce battles are still waiting for everyone.

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The spear was lowered, lay flat, and stabbed.

Bringing up blood, stained with still blood-red eyes, the tall giant slowly fell under the city wall. On the city wall, he had just killed the enemy who had climbed to the top of the city with a spear. Before Arthur had time to breathe, the other side had already There are new enemies rushing up.

"That's the Emperor! The Emperor of Britain!"

Crazy enemies shouted, waved their weapons, and rushed towards Arthur.

Arthur threw away the long spear he picked up somewhere, and the long sword in his hand was still covered with blood. Around him, there were all kinds of heavily armed knights, and more enemies rushed over. .

Not far away, the sunlight above his head gave Gavin a powerful blessing. The long sword shining like the sun, full of magic power, would kill the enemies who dared to approach.

"Phew, it seems that the leader of the enemy is a little afraid of fighting. I have been standing here for so long, and the flags have been displayed, but it seems to be of no use." Arthur gasped, standing behind the guards of the knights. Next, said this to Triss next to her.

The fighting had been going on all day, and when yesterday's probing was over, the next day the Anglo-Saxons threw in more and stronger troops.

The giant wielding a huge hammer smashed the solid city wall into several cracks with a fierce hammer. A simple catapult in the distance threw huge stones. Although it was not accurate, it smashed every moment. The boulders that enter the castle can shatter the huge stones and splash the broken stones, causing more damage.

Although the castle's guarding tools are complete and the facilities are not damaged much, Arthur's number is too small. When 3 people make preparations and start a large-scale attack on the city, no matter how experienced the army is, they will not be able to stand up. Despite the gap in the number of residents, relying on the strong city wall, although it can still defend, but if the enemy's reinforcements arrive, Arthur himself is not sure how long he can defend.

However, at least the 3 people in front of them must be dragged down first, and the best way, of course, is to kill their leaders.

If possible, Arthur still hopes to choose a safe place during the battle, but in this era, taking the lead is not just talking, it is more of an honor, especially for the Anglo-Saxons who are still in the barbarian society For humans, if the leader shrinks back in battle, it is not only a blow to morale, but also an act of discrediting the leader himself.

However, after observing for most of the day, Arthur did not notice the appearance of the opponent's leader during the continuous siege battle. After thinking about it, Arthur still decided to go into battle in person and set up a clear banner to attract the opponent's leader. come.

And just when Arthur and others were a little anxious, in front, a banner surrounded by everyone appeared under the city wall.

"Mocha! Mocha! Mocha!"

Even in the chaotic battlefield, the warm cheers of the Anglo-Saxons who attacked the city and the city could be heard.

The almost crazy people, stimulated by the blood and flames of war, held up their long swords. On the battlefield, the fighting on Arthur's side stopped temporarily.

A tall and strong man walked out from the enemies on the city wall.