The Swadian crossbowman dropped the clay pot heavily.
It hit the skull of the Wolf man in front, and it shattered into countless pieces.
The amber oil splashed in all directions with the shattered clay pots, but more oil was splashed on the corpse ladder made of corpses outside the city wall, as well as those dead corpses that were still stepping on their companions, howling. On the climbing gnoll.
The torch was thrown straight out the window.
In just a short moment, the oil-drenched corpse ladder suddenly ignited raging flames.
The heat wave was extremely oppressive.
The flames were spreading, and the linen robes and hairs on the corpses fueled the flames. There were constant crackling sounds, and with the slamming down of several cans of oil, the fire became more intense, and the entire staircase made of corpses outside the city wall was burned The huge flames caused the gnolls who were still climbing below to howl and start to recede.
Creatures' fear of fire is imprinted deep in their souls, and even these gnolls are no exception.
The fire spread, and the raging flames presented a billowing heat wave.
The gnolls who were still surrounded by bloodshot eyes suddenly regained a little clarity. They were afraid to continue climbing the steps of the corpse covered in flames, and subconsciously backed away.
The siege was thwarted, and the attack of these wolf men weakened.
In one bang and then in another bout.
As the madness faded from their eyes, fear appeared in the hearts of these gnolls.
No one wants to go on dying, let alone climb the ladder of burning corpses.
"Ow—"
The shrill howl of wolves appeared, and it was the commander's order to retreat.
The entire Gnoll army is no longer enough to continue the crazy attack before. When the offensive is frustrated and the violent attack fails, it is a wise choice to retreat temporarily, otherwise the morale of the troops will seriously drop as they cannot attack for a long time. , The original madness will also turn into a hopeless situation, which will directly lead to the collapse of all staff.
The troops of the expeditionary army began to retreat. Before the siege took 30 minutes, they dropped the corpses of more than 600 comrades, and retreated in a miserable stride. trace.
The crazy offensive of the wolf man dissipated.
The crossbowmen in the attic of the city wall suddenly felt that the pressure they were facing was relieved instantly, and they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But these crossbowmen did not relax, the longbows and crossbows in their hands were still shooting arrows rain one after another, even the Swadian militiamen holding hunting crossbows on the top of the attic were also shooting crossbow arrows again and again, chasing Kill the retreating troops.
Now is the time to beat the dog in the water, take the opportunity to kill the vital force of the enemy!
The sound of "whoosh" piercing through the air was still shrill.
These gnoll troops quickly retreated, but still dropped more than 30 corpses during the retreat, and finally left 200 meters away, completely leaving the city wall, beyond the effective shooting distance of those human shooters.
Kant looked at the gnolls who had returned to the bottom of the dune and started to reorganize the army, and the solemnity in his eyes eased a little.
This means that the opponent will not continue to attack for the time being.
At least the morale must be stabilized and these desperate gnolls must be reinvigorated before they can attack the city again. But even so, the troops that have already been defeated in the siege want to continue to enter the place where they forget everything. They only know how to climb up desperately, even The crazy state of becoming a corpse and also being a stepping stone to a companion is no longer possible.
Thinking of the madness of sacrificing one's life, Kant's eyes were filled with shock.
Turning his head slightly, the golden lion with a red background is fluttering behind him.
Kant was aware of a certain fact.
In the frantic attack of the group of wolves, this flag, which can be called an artifact of the battlefield, failed to reduce the opponent's morale. Whether it was the first round of morale reduction or the reduction of morale as the number of deaths increased, it was very difficult. Just like the morale of these gnolls who had fallen into a state of madness, they could not be reduced at all.
Only when the attack was frustrated and they retreated did they finally succeed in reducing the morale of some Wolf people, but the reduction was not strong at all, and the morale of the enemy troops did not even fall into a state of low morale.
"If you fall into madness, will your morale be automatically constant and cannot be reduced?"
Kant quickly came to a conclusion, and his guess was very accurate.
It's just that this accurate conclusion is not a good thing, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Turning his head and looking at the crossbowmen who were moving their arms and massaging their arm muscles, he calmed down a little. After all, his soldiers fought back brazenly and were not afraid of the opponent's madness at all, which made him quite relieved.
"Convey it, pay attention to vigilance, the enemy will not give us too long."
Kant gave an order to the messenger, then turned and walked towards the stairs.
Instead of leaving the city wall, he climbed to the top of the attic and watched the rows of Swadian militiamen sitting on the ground to rest. He found Manid who was still busy and asked, "How is the situation here?"
"Everything is fine." Manid saluted, but still said solemnly: "It's just that the crossbow arrows are not enough."
"So fast?" Kant frowned.
Manid sighed: "That's right, in the battle just now, these militiamen emptied their quiver. After all, there are only 20 crossbow arrows in the quiver equipped by these militiamen, and it is impossible to maintain a high-intensity defense battle." .”
"I see." Kant nodded, Manid told the truth.
It is estimated that it is not only these Swadian militiamen.
Even for other crossbowmen, the quiver should be empty now, and there are not many arrows left.
The crossbowmen played an absolute role in the crazy siege just now. The 600+ gnoll corpses below were almost all caused by these crossbowmen, and most of the gnolls who retreated were on their bodies. They all had wounds of varying degrees of severity. Without the dense rain of arrows, such a situation would never have occurred.
After a little thought, Kant said, "This problem is easy to solve."
"That's great." Manid breathed a sigh of relief.
Kant's solution to the problem was, of course, the [ammunition replenishment technique × 3] obtained in the previous lottery.
Mind communication system.
With his affirmation, the golden card in his mind immediately dispersed.
The number of suffixes has also changed from 3 to 2.
But just above and below the city wall, inside and outside the arrow tower, in the quiver of the Vikia archers, Ravenston rangers, Swadian crossbowmen, and Swadian militiamen, the data flow began to spread and float, and in the blink of an eye, , and instantly became inflated again.
Feather arrows were inserted in the quiver in an orderly manner, and crossbow arrows were neatly stacked in the quiver.
All the ammunition of the crossbowmen was recovered.
But Kant frowned slightly.
Although the arrows have all recovered to the previous quantity, the physical strength of these crossbowmen has been consumed a lot, especially the archers who need to draw bows and shoot arrows. In fierce wars, continuous drawing bows and shooting arrows will make the arm muscles Severe strain.
At this time, Kant missed the salvo cards that he had exhausted.
After all, 500 Vikia sharpshooters shot 3 times in salvo, covered by arrow rain, capable of killing a large number of gnolls in an instant.
"Ow—"
At this moment, the miserable howling of wolves reappeared.
The Swadian militiamen who were still sitting on the top of the attic all stood up again with their bodies supported, the hunting crossbows in their hands pointed at the outside world, their faces still had indifference and the determination to guard their homeland.
Manid held a light crossbow with a serious expression on his face: "This attack may be even crazier."
Those gnolls howled loudly.
These guys whose morale has been reinvigorated have completely turned into desperadoes.
The ladder of corpses was still burning, but the foundation remained under the city wall to form a slope. As long as they rushed up against the arrow rain and continued to raise the slope, the gnolls behind could even climb directly into the city wall through the window.
At that time, it will be a tragic battle for the city wall.
This is the most direct hand-to-hand combat, but for crossbowmen who are not good at melee combat, it is their own weakness.
Fighting against a strong 2.3-meter wolf man is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.
"I already have arrangements."
Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a little bit of ruthlessness in his eyes.
But he would not use this arrangement until the end, so he turned around and walked towards the attic, and at the same time told Manid: "If the city wall below begins to fall, you and the militiamen you lead should immediately leave the top floor of the attic through other stairs. Line up with those Swadian infantry behind the city gate and fight in the streets!"
"Understood!" Manid nodded.
"Yes." Kant turned and walked down the stairs, returning to the attic of the city wall.
Under the sand dunes not far away.
The gnolls rearranged into a team and started to attack again.
This is the reward on the 25th. ~Thanks to "Tuofo" and "Download" for the 500 starting point coins~Thanks to "**, forgive me" "Hehehehe I" "Words of objection" "Nihility and confusion" "The devil who believes in the Holy Light" "Yi Hanxi" personally rewarded 100 starting coins ~ Thanks to "You are angry for a beauty" "Zhang Rui Smecta" personally rewarded 200 starting coins~
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