Spellcasting Heavens

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There is no doubt that as a tyrant, Kerwin's patience has never been very good, so when the army arrived outside the city, he did not give his soldiers any time to rest and directly issued an attack order.

Under the operation of a large number of craftsmen, giant single-arm trebuchets were quickly assembled. Stones as big as a person's head drew beautiful and deadly parabolas, rumbling against sections of city walls and tops of buildings.

With huge mechanical force and kinetic energy, basically every impact can cause heavy casualties.

Especially the helpless feeling of watching death coming but being unable to do anything is enough to destroy the psychological defenses of most ordinary soldiers.

Fortunately, with the blessing of religious fanaticism, these believers of the Dark Church not only did not collapse, but instead shouted slogans of devotion to the gods and fought fiercely with the enemies who climbed up.

In just a short while, large areas of the city wall were stained red with blood, and even escalators could not be fixed in some places where the fighting was fierce.

Because there was too much blood on the ground, the ladder would slide down to both sides uncontrollably as soon as it was put up.

As for the corpses, a wall of flesh was piled up. Climbers had to climb over the corpses before they could find a place to stay.

Oh my God! Aren't these guys a bunch of rabble? How could they be so crazy? They actually stopped several rounds of attacks! Kerwin raised the gem-encrusted monocular and opened his mouth slightly with a surprised expression.

You must know that in his plan, a large number of soldiers promoted from civilians like this have never been able to fight a tough battle. At most, about 10% of the casualties will be killed or injured, and the morale will fall to the bottom, and they can't help but start turning around and running away.

But now, let alone escaping, there is not even one who retreats.

He even saw several teenage children rushing forward to knock a knight who climbed to the top of the city to the ground, and then stabbed him to death with a sharp dagger through the gap in his armor.

In addition, there are some elderly people who are over 60 years old and stick to the front line. No matter how seriously injured they are, they will never take a step back.

This is not a bunch of mobs. Even if the most elite troops from all countries on this continent are pulled out, it is impossible to fight to the last moment and fight to the last man.

nervous!

disturbed!

Panic!

For the first time, he was afraid of these ordinary people whom he despised, and he urgently wanted to know what it was that turned them from a group of docile sheep into a pack of vicious wolves.

Your Majesty! I suggest you postpone the attack! Send a few spies first to figure out what's going on in the city. I always feel that something is wrong. Baron Calanster narrowed his eyes and proposed a compromise plan.

As the loyal No. 1 dogleg, he could feel that the morale of his own soldiers was rapidly declining. Some of them were already timid before they even joined the siege sequence.

This is not a good sign!

Even if they haven't used those invincible steel puppets and monsters that exude a bloodthirsty atmosphere.

Are you sure you want to stop the attack at this time? Maybe in ten minutes, our soldiers will occupy the city wall? Kerwin's tone revealed strong uncertainty.

Impossible! Please take a serious look at the resolute expressions on the enemy's faces! Are they afraid? Are they afraid of death? No! None! I only read fanaticism in their eyes,

An unknown craze. In this case, the more you push them, the more violently they will resist. The best way to deal with this situation is to give them some time to think about whether it is worth making such a big sacrifice. Baron Calanster analyzed it very calmly.

As a battle-experienced commander and powerful warrior, he has seen many similar situations and knows that handling them coldly is the best way at the moment.

Otherwise, if we continue to fight hard, our own soldiers will soon collapse first.

And if the morale of the army collapses, it will take a long time to recover before it can return to the battlefield.

Although these soldiers were initially recruited as cannon fodder to fight against the enemy.

But I don't know when, the tyrant suddenly started to pay attention to the guys he once regarded as trash, and even equipped them with sophisticated weapons and armor, hoping to create an elite with astonishing combat power.

Therefore, no matter what angle they stand on, they must ensure that they do not lose confidence in themselves and this army.

Kerwin was undoubtedly very aware of this. He stood there hesitating for a few minutes, and finally nodded: Okay, stop the attack and let the soldiers rest for a night. But don't stop those catapults, crossbows and bed crossbows. Next. I want to see if they can continue to maintain their fanaticism after being bombarded one after another.

Understood! I will ask the craftsmen to change into kerosene to ensure that they will not have a chance to rest. Baron Kelanst bowed slightly, then walked to the rear to convey orders to the craftsmen operating the machinery.

When the retreat bell rang and countless soldiers retreated like a tide, ignited clay pots fell one after another to various areas within the city wall.

In less than ten minutes, fires spread all over the sky, and the slums built with wood were the hardest hit areas. The thick black smoke made it impossible for people to get close, let alone put out the fire.

In desperation, the Dark Church could only organize manpower to forcibly demolish some buildings, pour a large amount of water into some buildings, and barely build two isolation belts.

Of course, none of the above is the scariest thing.

The most frightening thing is that the warehouse originally used to store food was also directly ignited by the fire.

This means that except for the small amount of dry food they carry with them, they have lost the most important food supplies and will be in the embarrassing situation of running out of food for up to a week.

Madam! The granary is finished! What should we do now? a church leader asked with a livid face.

Hmph! Does losing your ability to get a little food shake your faith in the God of Darkness? Don't forget, our ultimate goal is to awaken him through cruel and bloody sacrifices. Open your eyes and take a good look at the blood-stained Red city wall, God has given enough strength today. Tell all believers that the last moment to test their faith and piety has arrived. If the number of enemies is not enough, we will sacrifice ourselves. Including me, everyone can do it for the final victory. Give your life for victory.”

When she said these words, the woman's eyes flashed with crazy light.

She obviously knew very well that the tyrant would never give her any chance to escape again. Either she would make a desperate move and use up all the chips on hand to win, or she would be completely wiped out from body to soul. There was absolutely no third possibility.

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