In order to lighten the burden, even before setting off, those murderous Kingsley soldiers repeatedly explained that they must carry them to the city and throw them into the moat, otherwise they will have to die even if they go back alive and throw away the earthen sacks.

Obviously, they don't want to go back.

So they shouted loudly as they ran towards the brother port.

"Don't release arrows, don't release arrows, we are crocodiles, we are our own people, brother, please give us a way to live, let us in!"

"Please, open the gates, we are forced, we are our own people, please give us a way to live!"

"For the sake of having the same ancestor and believing in the same water god, give us a way to live, and from now on, we are all willing to be cows and horses. ”

"Open the city gates, open the city gates quickly!"

"Didn't you say that we are all of the same race, the same ancestor, and will always be brothers? Why don't you save your own people and brothers when they die? Liars, you are all liars!"

"Lies, it turns out that your previous propaganda is all lies, this place should not be called Brother Port, but should be called the City of Lies!"

The scenes of the siege of the ants are always so similar, especially when the first wave of the local people are driven to attack the city, the scene is strikingly similar.

The situation at this time turned out to be exactly the same as the situation when the barbarians of the mountain Kenta drove the Andes to storm the defense line of the ice wall.

These fanciful crocodiles, speaking in their own dialects, prayed to the people on the city walls to lend them a helping hand.

At first, he only prayed and prayed, but after seeing that the city gate was standing still.

Insulting threats began to appear.

The purpose is nothing more than one thing, that is, to hope that the brother port will open the gates and let them in.

And that's what the attacker wants to see.

It is also a siege tactic.

It's called Attack the Heart.

Once the defending side of the city is shaken and the city gate is opened, it is the moment when the besieging side will set out with heavy cavalry and attack on all fronts.

The entire siege battle will instantly heat up.

Anyone with some experience knows that in that situation, whether the city falls or not, the chances of these besieging civilians surviving are slim to none.

In that case.

The besieging side didn't care if they lived or died.

The defenders of the city were too busy to take care of themselves, and there was no way to take care of them.

Bivis didn't understand these big truths, including the lame old crocodile who didn't tell him, but the difficult life experience of these months has taught him to look at people's hearts with the worst eyes, including those so-called people of the same kind.

How naïve and stupid are their demands, insults, and threats in the eyes of Bivis?

actually pinning his life and hope on the other party's soft heart, this will only make him die faster.

Therefore, Bivis not only did not rush forward, but deliberately slowed down his pace, mixed with the cannon fodder team behind, and hid his body more tightly, not only did not lose the sandbag on his body, but added another one.

One on each shoulder, and one on the head.

With a weight of more than 100 kilograms, even if he had the strength to do it, he couldn't stand it a little, and began to pant like a cow, feeling that the little strength that the gruel had supplied him in the past few days had been squeezed out.

But Bevis was reluctant to throw away the sack of sand on his body, because it was the only thing on him that could be called defense, and only by carrying them could he feel a little safe.

Don't ask him why he did it, no one taught him, everything was instinctive, out of the instinct of survival.

But what to do next, Bivis himself doesn't know, now he can only go with the flow, follow the cannon fodder brigade, and if he can survive for one more second, he will hope for one more second.

There was a commotion below the city, but there was no movement on the city walls.

In the face of this situation, the Eternal Night Lords have experience, but the crocodiles do not.

And they were the main force of the longbowmen defending the city, so as a result, the rain of arrows in Brother Port did not cover it for the first time.

This almost crooked the nose of General Andes Tiger Tagore.

If you are really not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates.

As soon as the crocodiles got started, they dragged them back.

Fortunately, the Eternal Night Commander had this concern from the beginning and did not put his eggs in one basket, and they also had another ranged attack team - the Attached Engineer Regiment.

The longbowmen of the crocodile people are just the icing on the cake.

Most of the defensive equipment and arrow towers of Brother Port are operated and controlled by auxiliary engineers.

The subordinate sappers of the Eternal Night Legion, although they have the name of sappers, in fact, they are not much worse than many regular armies, and they can be regarded as a kind of professional soldiers in the Eternal Night Army.

However, the work they are responsible for in peacetime is very different from that of the main army, and the amount of training is not as good, most of the time, they are dealing with all kinds of miscellaneous things, or providing long-range fire support to the regular army, and rarely charge head-on.

With Tagore's command, they began to exert their power.

However, he did not use those large siege equipment, and simply smashed down with pieces of arrows.

Andes' longbow is not good against Kingsley hoplites, but it is not too powerful against these unarmed crocodiles.

Even the sacks of earth on their bodies could not fully resist such punctures, and they had no concept of defense, and fell on the spot like wheat in an autumn wheat field.

"Don't release arrows, don't release arrows, we are our own people, we are your brothers!"

"Please, let us go, we just want to live, we just want to live!"

"Butchers, executioners, cold-blooded monsters, how can you do it?

Man is such a strange creature, these crocodile civilians are silent, lifeless in the face of the murderous Kingsley soldiers, driven away like pigs.

But when facing the people of Brother Port, they scolded one by one, especially after being disillusioned, and the curse was not the culprit Kingsley family, but the defenders of Brother Port.

It seems that they have ended up in the same field as they are now, and it is completely the fault of the other party.

This is like how many people go out and go home to play tricks, because they know that the people in the family will not hurt them.

But this principle, when applied to the battlefield, will not work.

In this way, it naturally provokes the anger they take for granted, and they vent indiscriminately under the domination of fear.

"And so it was. ”

This was Bivis's first reaction when he saw the rain of arrows.

At this moment, his mood was more complicated than that of ordinary crocodiles.

I was a little glad that I guessed correctly, and I didn't throw away the sandbag and run to the front like those stupid people, and became a living target for others, and the one who just rushed to the front and shouted the most was also the fastest to die.

There was a bit of indifference, and he didn't feel the same way at this moment about the death of his companions, perhaps because he had known a long time ago that it would be the fate they would eventually face.

There is also a bit of despair, and the Eternal Night Commanders and their people, who are very merciful in the mouths of the other crocodile people, have made this decisive choice at this time, and they have a lower chance of being able to leave this purgatory alive.

"Hmm!" Bivis snorted and fell to the ground.

He felt a punch hit his left shoulder.

When I turned my head, I saw an arrow the size of an adult's thumb stuck in the sandbag on my left shoulder.

The shaft was polished so smooth that he seemed to smell the tung oil on it.

"What a powerful arrow. Beavis was shocked.

The sack of sand on his body could not completely block the penetration of such sharp arrows, and half of the arrows pierced into his shoulders.

However, his caution saved his life.

If it weren't for this sack of sand, it would not have been as simple as half an arrow, but half an arrow would have been shot into his chest and abdomen.

At that time, even if the true God was there, he could not save him.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the defending side did not feed poison on the arrows.

However, looking at the surrounding situation, the other party does not seem to have this need.

These heavy arrows themselves can kill people, after all, feeding poison to arrows is a very cumbersome thing, especially those strong poisons.

Not daring to slack off, Bivis shrank down and got behind one of his companions.

More precisely, behind the corpses of companions.

This companion, not only was not as clever as Bevis, but also had no luck with him, and was hit by two long arrows at the same time, one of which hit the door straight in the face, and died no more.

Compared with the sack of sand, the shelter of a person's corpse is larger.

As for whether this is an insult to the corpse, Bivis doesn't care about it at all, his own life is about to be gone, where is he still in the mood to care about this.

"It's him!" Bivis's gaze inadvertently swept over a figure, and his eyes, which had been somewhat numb from suffering, appeared a little strange, and kept expanding, and finally burst into flames.

He had been searching for months, but he could not find him, and at such a time, it was delivered to him in this way.

This crocodile man named Koren is none other than the traitor who betrayed the lame old man in the first place.

At the cost of betraying his fellow people, this guy gained the Kingsley family a different look and became their lackey, helping to manage the crocodile cannon fodder.

Coren also knew that what he was doing was very hateful, and since he gained a little power from the Kingsley family, he immediately gathered a group of people who were the same as him, at the cost of sucking the blood of his own kind, in exchange for more preferential treatment and trust from the Kingsley family.

Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps out of guilt, these ghosts who took refuge in the Kingsley family were completely psychologically twisted, and treated their former clansmen with harsher and more murderous methods than the Kingsley soldiers.

The crocodiles are hostile and hateful to them, even above the Kingsley soldiers.

However, no matter how much they try to please the Kingsley family, the other party will not be able to accept them sincerely, and they will only use them and give them very limited privileges.

When they began to drive the crocodile people to attack the city as cannon fodder, the use value of these ghosts in Coren was basically over, and the Kingsley family drove them to the battlefield mercilessly.

Compared with ordinary crocodile cannon fodder, their only preferential treatment is probably the rudimentary armor and weapons on their bodies.

The defense they can provide is quite limited against the Andes longbows of the Upper Night Army, and once they hit, most of them have to lie down honestly.

The reason why Bevis wants to find Coren is naturally to avenge the lame old man.

Although the two are not related, and even a handful of real conversations are few, Bivis wants to do just that.

Gritting his teeth, Bivis pulled out the long arrow nailed to his shoulder, held it tightly in his hand, and then dragged the corpse shield closer and closer to Cologne's direction little by little.

Although there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, Bivis did not rush to pounce.

The rudimentary weapons and armor in Coren's hands are not strong against the long arrows of the Eternal Night Army, but they have an absolute advantage over Bivis, who only has one arrow.

Bivis wanted to avenge the lame old man, but not on the premise of risking his own life.

I don't know what my future holds, but if I can live one more minute, I will live one more minute.

These months of slavery have worn away the edges and corners of Bivis's body, taught him patience, and he is like a war crocodile hidden under the water, silently following Cologne, waiting for the opportunity to launch a deadly attack.

The cannon fodder under the city has its own thoughts, and there is a certain amount of chaos in the city.

"You can't let the arrows go, who told you to let them go, it's our people outside, how did you do it? Hurry up and order them to stop firing arrows, open the gates, and let them in." ”

"General Tagore, wait a minute, don't let go of any more arrows, find a way to save our people. ”

"Stop releasing arrows, stop releasing arrows, stop releasing arrows, don't mess around, you are destroying the alliance between the two sides, and there are our people outside, how can you do it. ”

When several crocodile elders heard the news, they hurriedly rushed to the city and pointed fingers at Andes Tiger Tagore.

The meaning is very obvious, that is, to open the city gate and let the crocodile people outside in.

Tagore's face darkened even more, and he roared angrily: "You still have the face to come to me, and I haven't had time to ask you for accountability, what are your soldiers doing to eat? Why don't you release arrows? What do you think you are doing now? Playing at home? This is a war, a war to the death, is it the lives of those crocodile people outside who don't distinguish between truth and falsehood? Or is the safety of Brother Port important? Do you fools really want to exterminate the species?"

Tagore's angry roar echoed throughout the city.

It's just that they don't carry out military orders, and they dare to run in front of him and chatter, where did they get this face?

If it were changed to three years ago, according to his violent temper, it would not be as simple as roaring, but one person and one punch, slapping the old faces of these crocodile elders.

The crocodile elders still didn't grasp what Tagore really meant.

An elder of the crocodile clan even said in a heartfelt voice: "You can just listen to their accents, they are all authentic crocodile people, they are all our people, you must not kill innocents so indiscriminately, this is seriously inconsistent with what your Eternal Night Army Leader said that the two clans are one family, if you are so nonsense, I will go to your lord to reason." ”

Tagore laughed angrily and said, "Reason with our lord, what reason do you have? A bunch of stupid laymen, you have tarnished the name of the wise, get out of my way, if you dare to be verbose, don't blame me for being polite." ”

This Andes Tiger had already lost his temper with them, and if the situation outside hadn't been so tense, he would have kicked them all off the city wall one by one.

"How can you be like this? A group of cold-blooded butchers, I won't talk to you a little more, the lord is here, let's talk to the lord. The crocodile elders' eyes lit up.

Not far away, Sean was leading the military staff of the Eternal Night Army to climb the city wall, leaving behind Tagore, an unreasonable reckless man, and running towards Sean.

In their opinion, the young lord had always been gentle and easier to convince them of the crocodile, after all, the two clans were the same family, and they all spoke from his mouth.

"Phew!" Tagore spat at the backs of these crocodile elders, cursing viciously, "No wonder what kind of battle was fought at this level in the previous ruin? If the city is really handed over to them to defend, no matter how strong and magnificent it is, they can take it with a single charge, what are they doing stupidly? What should they do, do not want the enemy to rush up the wall? Longbowmen, do not stop, if one of them is close to the moat, I will twist off your head and throw it as a tactical rugby." ”

"General, do you want to take it and see what the lord's opinion is?" Tagore's lieutenant of the guard asked cautiously.