"Aww—"
The jackals were howling in despair, but their bloodthirsty and ferocious primitive nature was aroused at this moment, far more brutal and tyrannical than their native compatriots, those low-level jackals.
And what comes from belonging to a civilized race, wisdom!
The gnolls in the front row knelt down and used their backs as a ladder, while the gnolls in the back row mercilessly stepped on the backs of their companions. With this human ladder, they crazily moved towards the top of the city wall like ants. Climbing to the attic window, even on the left and right sides, the crossbowmen at the arrow tower and the city gate formed a rain of crossed arrows, causing heavy casualties to the jackals who wanted to climb, but the jackals following behind, Still crawling wildly with red eyes.
In the current situation, despite heavy losses, they still want to capture the sentry oasis. Even if more than half of the casualties are lost, they must take down this crucial fortress!
"Ow—"
The commander was hiding among the large number of jackal warriors, all of them had reached the bottom of the city wall, and two of the human stairs built with jackal bodies appeared!
All the gnolls have already tried their best to climb up.
They have no way out!
But Kant was not afraid of their crazy attacks.
Because he who was exiled also has no way out!
"Go tell Manid, throw all the stones down hard, and don't let the jackals climb up!"
Kant was issuing orders loudly.
Behind him, the Swadian crossbowman put away the crossbow in his hand, turned around and quickly climbed up the ladder, to the top floor of the wooden attic, and loudly reported Kant's order to Manid.
"I see!"
Manid responded, and the noisy battlefield was full of angry howls and abuse from the soldiers.
This tragic battle situation made his face covered with cold sweat, but the light crossbow in his hand did not dare to stop easily, and shot out the crossbow bolts that had been stuck in the groove. He also ordered the Swadian militiamen loudly: " Change the stone, don't let those jackals come up, hurry up! Others don't hesitate, keep shooting!"
It only takes a few people to throw stones.
Other Swadian militiamen still need to shoot quickly with the hunting crossbow in their hands.
Although less powerful.
But at a distance of less than 10 meters, the power of the hunting crossbow in his hand was also enough to pierce the chain mail worn by the Wolf man, and even hit the vital point, directly hitting the target severely!
Look at the layer of gnoll corpses covered under the city wall, part of the credit is due to them!
"Smash!"
Twenty Swadian militiamen carried stones the size of half a human head.
When they came to the edge of the city wall and looked at the noisy battlefield below, they grinned their teeth and saw the ferocious beast heads with bloodshot eyes. Their hearts trembled slightly, but the stones in their hands were held high and smashed down heavily.
In order to protect their homeland, this group of peasant militiamen are willing even if the entire army is wiped out!
The sentry oasis, the "Drehem" fortress, is their home!
"call-"
The stones were smashed down heavily.
That speed brought a faint sound of wind, and it smashed into the crowd of jackals in an instant, and hit the head of the jackal who was still kneeling to build a ladder, gritted his teeth and endured the trampling of his companions.
Blood spattered, brains burst, and red and white were scattered directly.
And the jackal whose head was hit was lying directly under the pile of corpses, his widened eyes were full of despair and disbelief, but the sunken skull made their widened eyes quickly disperse. open.
The stone was smashed down hard, and its power was stronger than the cone-headed arrow of Ravenston Ranger!
"Boom boom boom boom—"
A dozen stones were thrown down, and even the human flesh stairs that those Jackal warriors had piled up desperately were smashed apart, and the corpses on the ground were covered in a layer, and even the other Wolf warriors howled angrily for a moment, But they can't help the Swadian militiamen at the top of the attic of the city wall.
On the contrary, these militiamen took the opportunity to come to the edge, and when they pulled the trigger, a wave of arrows rained down on the gnolls below.
Dozens of Jackals fell down again.
The corpses piled up more and more at the bottom, and those gnolls became more and more crazy as the death toll rose.
The howls were endless, and there were howls of despair and anger everywhere.
Those gnolls hadn't given up yet.
The new batch of front row knelt down on the pile of corpses again, and became the human flesh ladder for the back row to climb up by stepping on themselves. They didn't care about the stones falling from the top of their heads, and their heads could be cracked in minutes. Death.
They have descended into a sort of desperate and fearless madness.
"Crazy, crazy, crazy!"
Manid was cursing loudly at the group of gnolls at the bottom.
The light crossbow in his hand was flicked, and the crossbow arrow directly nailed the chest of a wolf man underneath, piercing the chain mail, and seemed to hurt his lungs, but the wolf man didn't care at all, instead he looked up at him with a smile on his face. With a grin, he pulled out the crossbow bolt abruptly from his chest, and the blood splashed out stained the linen robe on his body red.
This is a demonstration against Manid, and even more so, the fearlessness of death.
Of course, the price was that after pulling out the crossbow, the jackal would kneel down on the ground with weak legs, becoming a ladder for the jackals behind him, a new ladder padded with dozens of corpses!
It was because of this that Manid cursed these gnolls as crazy.
Because under this death-like charge, the corpses had already formed a slope, even if the militiamen smashed down the stones, the arrow towers on both sides and the crossbowmen at the city gate kept releasing arrows, Still let those gnolls barely reach the window of the attic by taking advantage of the slope piled up by the corpses of their companions!
"Wh-bang!"
The two-handed battle ax slammed on the window sill fiercely, and the splashed sawdust hit the crossbowman inside in the face.
The war situation is becoming more and more critical.
"Throw all our grease down!"
Kant's face was calm, and he stretched out his hand and ordered loudly to counterattack.
In the corner of the attic, a Swadian crossbowman immediately brought four clay pots and smashed them down against the window, smashing down a jackal who poked his head over.
The clay pot suddenly shattered, and the amber liquid inside instantly spilled over the steps made of corpses.
"Torch!"
Kant's order continued to sound.
Clear and sonorous in this noisy battlefield.
The torch that had been prepared for a long time was brought, and it was still burning and thrown out of the window. When it touched the amber liquid, the raging fire rose immediately, and the foul-smelling black smoke quickly began to spread!
The amber liquid in the clay pot is the oil purchased from Jocelyn, the leader of the caravan.
Oil made from the fattest pigs.
The best combustibles ever!
(end of this chapter)