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"Such a pure healing technique. How could the other side have so many priests?" Beside Viscount Connor, the low-key Flame Walker Edmund frowned. "It seems that this water is deeper than we thought."
Viscount Connor's murderous intent intensified. "I was careless and fell into their delaying tactics, allowing these damned traitors to grow stronger. But no matter what, today, either they die or I die."
After a pause, Viscount Connor shouted again: "The rebels used healing spells. The caster has limited magic power and can't save many people. Attack, attack, the crossbowmen continue to suppress the enemy. The infantry advances, rushes across the moat, and breaks through the city gate. I, Connor, swear in the name of my family that after we win this battle, everyone will receive a huge reward. I will grant three baronies and twenty knighthoods to those who have made contributions! All soldiers can get free land and are tax-free for three years!"
After realizing that this was a battle of life and death, Viscount Connor made a decision immediately and offered a huge reward.
There will always be brave men when there is a big reward.
Whether it was the soldiers or the generals, their eyes were filled with crazy enthusiasm. There were so many titles waiting for them to fight for. If they could take down a knighthood, their descendants would benefit endlessly.
Instantly, the morale of Luan's army was high. The crossbowmen desperately suppressed the walls of Gruburg, and the infantrymen carried wooden ladders and rushed to the moat regardless of their lives, risking their lives to cross the moat.
Dense crowds of soldiers rushed to the city gates and walls.
They were like a huge tide, hitting Gruborg with a bang.
Fortunately, Viscount Connor did not let the First Guard Regiment charge in order to protect himself, otherwise those believers would not be able to cope with the situation.
"Throw oil, throw rocks, roll logs, and attack with three-bow crossbows."
The Holy Maiden of Light stood proudly on the city wall, ignoring the rain of arrows, and gave orders coldly.
This decisive battle was something that had been anticipated long ago, and the believers of light had done a lot of preparation for war.
Pieces of rocks and rolling logs fell from the city walls, and the enemy's vanguard troops were smashed into a bloody mess and screamed in pain.
However, the disaster had just begun. As barrels of kerosene were poured down the city walls, believers of light threw torches to ignite it, instantly creating a wall of fire.
Many Luan army vanguards turned into fire men, running wildly and screaming. The scene was brutal and suffocating.
The Vatican army also paid a heavy price, because pouring flaming oil and throwing rocks would inevitably expose their bodies, and the enemy's long-range attacks were very fierce. Even though the believers' army had strong chain mail protection, they could not completely avoid injuries, and many people fell in a pool of blood.
The rescue efforts of only eight pastors were already stretched to the limit and they were overwhelmed.
But at the same time, the three three-bow crossbows that Wu Hui had carefully crafted were sent to the underworld long before the war started, and now is the time for them to play a huge role.
“Zheng Zheng Zheng!”
The sound of the crossbow's bowstring was so loud that it made people's ears ache. With such a strong bowstring, the arrows had great kinetic energy. When fired at the city wall, they could even be nailed into the wall. Soldiers could climb up the wall by stepping on the arrow shaft.