Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 145: Therefore, the plan is repeated

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Nearly a thousand soldiers gathered on the front of the pier, looking at the horizontal trenches in front of them. Not a single enemy could be seen, and they were a little confused.

How to fight this

They had never encountered such a special positional battle before.

Old John was riding a horse and standing on a hill behind, surrounded by a group of personal guards.

Little John followed him.

"These rats are hiding in the trenches and our archers cannot attack them. Boy, do you have any ideas?"

Little John was wearing a full-body heavy armor, and the visor on his helmet was opened, revealing his rather handsome face.

"Father, I personally suggest that we directly attack with the army. They are all hiding in the trenches. After we pass, we can easily kill them from a high position with spears and bows."

Little John thought for a while and said this. He knew very well that this was his father testing himself and his ability to cope on the battlefield.

Old John nodded: "It's a normal idea, but it's too normal and may not be effective."

Little John was a little confused.

Old John glanced at the officer next to him. The officer immediately went to the army and ordered a small team of shield soldiers, pikemen and archers, and rushed directly up.

As a result, just halfway through, the first archer suddenly appeared from the first trench, and then arrows rained down like rain.

Because there were large shield soldiers in front, most of the arrows were blocked, and only a few of them hit people.

And even if the arrows are hit, they don't seem to have much power. Many people move forward directly with arrows stuck in their bodies, and some people just remove the arrows and continue moving forward.

When they arrived in front of the trenches, these soldiers were surprised to find that the archers in the trenches suddenly disappeared. A closer look revealed that there were two trenches separated by a small passage a few meters each, connected to each other. The archers used these small passages to retreat to the next trench.

Then these soldiers don’t know what to do

The trench was more than two meters wide. Normally, they could jump over it by sprinting with light armor, but now that they were wearing light armor and holding weapons, it would not be that easy.

Jumping down a trench to chase the enemy

This is even more of a stupid idea.

Just when these soldiers were in a daze, a bunch of heads suddenly appeared from the second trench. These people were still waving something with their hands raised.

A closer look revealed that the enemy was wielding a large rock.

The end of the tough hemp rope was tied with stones of different sizes. The men swung it faster and faster. When they finally let go, about a hundred stones dragged the hemp rope and hit the soldiers heavily.

The soldiers were horrified. They stood up their shields in front of them and huddled behind the shields.

This is a very correct response, but the problem is that the stones thrown by the opponent are too many and too big.

In addition, when swinging, there is a centrifugal force bonus, and the rock hitting it is no less than a heavy blow from a low-level warrior professional with a hammer.

There was a "dong dong dong" sound, and not long after, the hands of the soldier holding the shield began to go numb, and then the whole person quickly retreated, bumping into the soldiers in front of him, and the formation was suddenly messed up.

Then more stone statues came over.

It didn't take long before their hands began to crack and they couldn't hold the shields.

Then rocks fell from the sky. In less than a minute, not many of the more than 100 soldiers could stand.

The few remaining soldiers who could still run fled backwards in panic, and were quickly caught by the supervising team and dragged in front of Old John.

Listening to the faint cheers coming from the trench opposite, Old John snorted coldly.

Then he looked at the deserter kneeling on the ground, jumped off his horse, walked in front of the cowering deserter, reached out and pulled out an arrow from behind.

The deserter groaned and did not dare to speak.

The arrows were purely wooden, and the arrowheads were just sharpened.

Such arrows are difficult to penetrate, let alone iron armor, even soft leather armor. Being injured by such arrows means that the soldier is not very lucky.

"If you dare to fight us with this kind of weapon, the motivation of the Son of Gold is extraordinary." Old John snorted coldly: "But this stone throwing attack is a bit new."

Little John said next to him: "Father, it seems that my plan doesn't work, so what should we do?"

Old John was both his father and the local city lord. It was up to him to decide who would be the successor. Therefore, the proud little John felt that it was not a bad thing to give in in front of his father and admit his lack of ability.

"We can definitely win through a strong attack, but the terrain of these trenches is very complicated, and we will suffer a lot of losses." Old John said coldly: "The Son of Gold is a little clever, but it's a pity that I have been fighting for decades, what kind of strategy I have never seen it before. This trench formation is just a disguised multi-wall formation. One is built towards the sky and the other is dug into the ground. The best way to deal with this situation is to attack with fire. Richard, go back and bring out the baggage troops and let them They brought in a lot of hay and fuel, and at the same time they brought me the trebuchet."

"I don't believe it. These trenches are also fireproof."

An officer immediately led a small team and turned back to the city.

Old John remounted his horse and looked at his son: "War is like this, testing each other, looking for opportunities, and trying to defeat each other. The winner is not determined so quickly. If you feel impatient, you can rest for a while in the back. "

Of course, Little John was not that stupid: "Father, I'm not tired. This is a good opportunity to accumulate war experience. I don't want to miss it."

Old John nodded with satisfaction.

When Little John saw this, he felt relieved. Although he was now the sole heir on the surface, who knew whether his father was elsewhere and raised an illegitimate child.

If he becomes the lord of the city, he will definitely have two or three sons on the surface, but he will also have two or three more sons secretly. He is afraid that if the descendants on the surface are killed by the enemy, the descendants secretly can If you stay alive, there may be a chance of a comeback.

Everyone has been waiting here for a long time, and there seems to be no movement in the trench on the opposite side.

But somehow, Old John began to feel that something was wrong.

An intuition developed over time on the battlefield told him that the atmosphere was not right.

At this time, a soldier ran over and said breathlessly: "City Lord, the warship responsible for tracking the magician Roland and the priest Jeter hit an ice floe. Both ships were destroyed. Roland and Jeter are missing."

Old John's expression immediately changed, becoming a little ugly and scary.

Little John felt a little strange: "How big must an ice floe be that can crash a warship? It's late summer now, how is that possible!"

"Damn it!" Old John suddenly yelled angrily: "We have been fooled, quickly lead the troops back to the city."

Just as he said this, a burst of white light suddenly burst out from behind him, almost suppressing the light of the sun.

Then a deafening explosion came from the direction of the city wall.

The sound is like thunder.

Almost all the war horses were so frightened and restless that they could hardly control themselves.

The soldiers all looked in the direction of the city gate, all of them pale.

You can see from a distance that the city gate is gone!

Morale immediately dropped to the extreme.