In the past, for Bivis, who was quite water-based, the moat about twenty meters wide was just a breath-holding thing.

Now it's been so long.

Too many people jumped into the moat at the same time, making it extremely crowded.

In the icy waters, there seemed to be a demon hidden, absorbing his few physical strengths.

"Hold on, hold on, it's coming, it's coming. Bivis was desperately cheering himself on in his heart.

With the help of the current as much as possible, little by little, paddle towards the opposite shore.

The rich experience of begging for life in the water told him that at such times, he must not be in a hurry, although he does not know the principle, but he knows the result.

The combination of vigorous activity and icy river water would increase the probability of cramps in his legs and feet.

In this case leg cramps, there is only one result - death.

No one will lend him a helping hand, and the only one he can rely on now is himself.

"It's finally here. A smile erupted from Bivis's frozen, slightly blue face, and in a few more meters, he would be able to go ashore.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his waist sinking, something entangled him, and then the whole person was dragged into the water, caught off guard, and poured another mouthful of water.

Frightened, Ivis couldn't conserve his strength anymore and paddled frantically to get himself back on the surface.

Calm down! Calm down!

Be sure to calm down!

Beavis told himself that at such times, panic would not only not help him, but would hasten his death, and only calmness could save him.

Bevis opened his eyes in the water and looked around quickly, and he was stopped by the waist and embraced by a young woman.

This female crocodile has been soaking in the water for an unknown amount of time, and her pale complexion has a trace of unnatural cyan, obviously with serious hypothermia.

Like most drowning people, this female crocodile instinctively doesn't let go when she catches someone.

Let go!

Bivis squeezed the woman's hands hard, and used his eyes to convey his meaning.

Help me, please, save me.

The female crocodile's eyes seemed to speak, and she shook her head vigorously as she conveyed a message to Bivis.

Bivis was the last straw she caught, and she didn't have the strength to fish for another one, how could she let it go easily.

Let it go, or we'll both die together.

Bivis screamed frantically in his heart, he had no more strength left.

Whether or not he could get ashore was a question, let alone carrying another big living person.

The female crocodile who entwined him was like an octopus, holding him to the ground and refusing to let go, and finally his feet were also entangled, with a very resolute attitude, that is, if you don't save me, then the two of them will die together.

Go to hell!

With a sharp wave of his hand, the broken arrow he held tightly was plunged into the neck of the female crocodile.

Belch...... Belch......

The female crocodile's eyes widened.

Just like a fish on the shore, it keeps opening its mouth wide, and countless bubbles with bright red blood gush out, instantly staining the surrounding waters.

With a large amount of blood loss, the female crocodile's large, beautiful talking eyes quickly lost color, and her legs and feet lost strength, allowing Bivis to break free from her embrace.

However, because he was dragged into the water for too long, he couldn't hold his breath, and before he surfaced in the water, he poured a few mouthfuls of river water fiercely.

I don't know if it's Bivis's delusion, but in the last few mouthfuls of river water, there is an indissolvable smell of blood.

Beavis did not dare to delay any longer, and climbed ashore with all his might, and this time there were no more accidents.

In the same situation, if he did it again, he was afraid that he would not have a chance to climb up.

Bivis didn't care if this was still a battlefield, so he just lay on the shore on all fours, letting others trample on him, exhaling frantically, and just staring at the sky in a daze.

At this moment, the sky seemed to be gray.

Whether active or passive, the young crocodile has become the kind of person he hates the most, and the arrows he is ready to use to kill traitors are stained with the blood of innocents first.

To be honest, Bivis didn't have much hatred for the female crocodile, although she almost killed herself, but in that case, many of her reactions were completely instinctive reactions in the body, and even her consciousness was blurred.

Even the feeling that if you don't save me, the two of you will die together is mostly Bivis's personal imagination, in order to convince himself to be ruthless.

Although Beavis became the kind of person he hated, he didn't have the idea of dying like this and burying the female crocodile.

On the contrary, the will to survive has become more tenacious, he is not only living for himself now, he also has to live with the female crocodile tribesman's share, he wants to get out of this purgatory alive.

So, after a short rest, Bivis turned and got up, and staggered towards the city wall.

Crawling ashore wet, not only did he not get warmer, but when the cold wind blew him, his whole body seemed to turn into a popsicle, and if he didn't run quickly, he would die under the city wall with a strange smile like the man in front of him - he would freeze to death.

"Fuck off! It's mine! It's mine!"

"I arrived first, I arrived first!"

"Please, let me go up first, let me go up first, if I don't go up again, I'll die here. ”

"Get out of the way, Lao Tzu goes first, if anyone stops Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill him. ”

Bivis's previous caution left him far behind those who rushed forward without hesitation.

Many crocodiles rushed to the bottom of the city walls, having exhausted their limited strength, and many dragged ropes, but did not have the strength to climb up.

The five- or six-meter-high city wall seems to have become an insurmountable natural hazard.

Many of them were dragged up by the rope owners on the city wall, and the speed can be imagined, and the slow ones can.

The number of ropes dropped from the wall of Brother Port is quite limited, and now a bunch of people have gathered under the city wall, all of whom want to climb up and escape as soon as possible.

The competition is fierce, and there is a strong smell of blood between the lips and teeth.

Knives were already used in many places, rudimentary weapons, stones, fists, teeth...... All the means that can be used have been used, as if they are not facing their people, but life and death enemies, showing the inferior roots of human nature to the fullest.

It's good to say that you are numb, or to say that you have seen too much.

In the face of this kind of thing, it is difficult for Bivis to make waves in his heart, for a piece of bread the size of a palm, he can kill people, not to mention that he is now facing a natural way to escape.

How can they not fight? How can they not rob?

There is no self-sacrificing life ** that comes out.

It's not that there are no good people like the lame old man, most of them have died in the middle of the road, and even if they don't die, they have learned to be selfish.

In this kind of purgatory, it seems that only selfishness can make them live longer.

Bevis cowered under the city walls, taking off his thin clothes and wringing them out, while watching coldly, gathering strength and waiting for a more opportune moment.

Compared with the empty riverbank, with the shelter of the city wall, it is not so cold, at least for a while, it should not freeze to death.

With this in mind, Ivis wrapped the sack around him tighter.

The sacks on his body were naturally used to carry dirt, and when they no longer served as shields, Bivis took the time to empty them and wrap them around his body to keep warm.

originally wanted to lift the moat, but was pushed into the water in advance, and the plan was all in vain.

was dragged by the female crocodile and almost lost it.

However, before he could climb ashore, another ghost messenger was squeezed to his side, and he was brought up again.

The ability of this thing to protect against the cold is very limited, but something is better than nothing.

Under the city wall outside the brother port, at this moment, the life of life was revealed, in the darkest way.

"What are they doing here?"

The movement of the cannon fodder of the crocodile people quickly attracted the attention of Akmaiser.

This kind of tentative attack, of course, he has to keep an eye on the back, observe the reaction of Brother Port, and prepare for a full-scale attack in the future.

He didn't expect this heart-attacking tactic to work.

Both from the previous sniper on the beach, or from the defensive preparations of the brother port.

The Eternal Night Commanders have all shown their meticulous side, how could such a difficult opponent be taken down by a small heart-attacking tactic?

It's true to try the defense capabilities of Brother Port.

At first, the reaction of Brother Port did not surprise Akmaise, and it was decent, not giving these crocodiles a chance to get close to the moat at all.

By the time the ropes on the top of the city were thrown down, they were a little incomprehensible.

This is going to use this method to save people, isn't it too child's play?

No matter what kind of idea the other party is in to do this, it is a big opportunity for the Kingsley family, and Akmesser waved his hand and said: "Send mercenaries and tell them that the first one to climb the city, whether the city is broken or not, will have a bounty of 10,000." ”

"The general has an order, the first to climb the city, whether the city is broken or not, the bounty is 10,000. ”

Akmaiser's heralds, shouting in front of the mercenary team, ran at high speed.

The Kingsley family had this mercenary army made up of outlaws from the former border cities and the Bryan people of the Flower Language Plateau.

There will be brave men under the great reward.

Even if they knew that the Kingsley family was recruiting high-level cannon fodder, they couldn't refuse the high commission offered, and for a while, the servants were like clouds.

In just one month, a mercenary force of more than 50,000 people was once again gathered.

As for quality, then don't think about it, anyway, those who can carry weapons will count.

For this uneven team, Akmesser still has no intention of reorganizing, anyway, it is temporary, even if all of them are killed in battle, they are not distressed.

They hadn't played so early in the first place, but there was an unknown situation on the Brotherly Harbor side, so let's try the water.

For these soldiers who come for money, there is nothing more than money to motivate their morale.

"The bounty is 10,000, it is worthy of the family lying on the gold mountain, and the shot is generous, haha, the bounty must be mine. ”

"Just your thin arms and legs, you still want to get a bounty, dream, the bounty must be our brother's. ”

"Hehe, wait a minute, it's useless to be big, if you can climb the city wall, I'm afraid that your brother won't even have a chance to touch the city wall, and he will die in the middle of the road." ”

"A bunch of fools, do you think this 10,000 bounty is so easy to get? Just look at the pile of poor worms in front of you, wait a minute, it's your fate to come back alive. ”

"Afraid of death, afraid of death, what are you doing here?"

"Because I'm more afraid of being poor. ”

"Haha, this sentence is true, poverty is more terrible than death. ”

When these mercenaries heard that they were the first to climb the city wall, the bounty was 10,000, and they roared excitedly, not caring whether they had the life to get the money, if they were afraid of life and death, they would not be here, would they?

For these people, there is something more terrible in this world than death - poverty.

As long as they can get money, even if it's to gamble with their lives, they don't care.

"Kill!"

With an order, 50,000 mercenaries, like a flood, poured into Brother Port.

The momentum of this charge was not comparable to those crocodiles before.

Although the mercenaries are a bit of a good and bad mercenary, there are still some capable people in them, and most of the vicious criminals can't get along in other places, so they go to the border cities of Sanhe.

At this moment, they are all very brave, charging on the front line.

It didn't take long for them to surpass many of the crocodile cannon fodder who attacked first, and many thugs, disgusted that these people were in the way, chopped them to the ground with a knife.

In their eyes, killing people should not be too common.

"The longest-range projectile. ”

On the walls of Brother Port, new orders have also changed.

Airplanes!

Dense arrows rose into the air, obscuring the sky, dense as locusts crossing the border.

This is the rain of arrows in the true sense of the word.

It's four or five times denser than before.

This is the crocodile people's longbowmen shot, although there is a subsidiary engineer regiment led by the Eternal Night Army on the city wall, but many of them are manipulating siege equipment, the defensive area is long, and it belongs to the rotation state, on average, the density is not large, and the main force of the archers is still the crocodile people.

Sean and the others are really not worried about the crocodile's melee ability, and the Eternal Night Leader has enough reserves in bows and arrows over the years, so they simply transferred them all to Andes longbowmen.

Anyway, I don't expect their accuracy, as long as I can shoot the bow and shoot the arrows.

In this kind of battlefield where more than 100,000 people are opposed, whether a bow and arrow can kill people depends not on accuracy, but on luck.

After a battle, those condor archers may not be able to kill one person, and those who don't know archery will shoot indiscriminately, but they may kill several people, depending on whether they are protected by Lady Luck.

Looking down from the air, the team of mercenaries charging was instantly emptied.

The cleared area, each corpse, has no less than three long arrows stuck in it.

Not only did these mercenaries come from a variety of backgrounds, but they also used a variety of equipment, ranging from high-quality swords from the Kingsley family to homemade dung forks.

It all depends on their own financial resources.

However, when it comes to nails, it's usually pretty average.

The best is nothing more than studded nails, greasy and greasy, I don't know how many years I've been wearing them.

It's more just a body of animal skin or a few layers of linen.

If they could have built an iron armor, they wouldn't have come here to be mercenaries.

The only thing that can be called a means of defense should be the simple wooden shield in the hand.

These wooden shields, at first glance, were made improvised, and most of them did not even have a piece of iron on them, and they were made of pure rattan or hemp rope, and several planks were put together.

At first glance, the planks were made from wood native to the Desperate Swamp, and the sparse wood was not the best choice for making wooden shields.

This is still good, and some of them are simply rattan shields made of rattan.

If this kind of shield is against an ordinary military bow, it will have some effect, but against the Andes longbow of the Eternal Night Army, the effect will be quite limited.

Not to mention armor-piercing heavy arrows, even ordinary flying arrows can easily shoot through.

What's more, the rain of arrows is so dense, this kind of simple shield is difficult to shelter the whole body, and they can't lift their heads.

It has nothing to do with whether they are fierce or not, this is purely the crushing of the weapon.

And so on and so forth.

The corps of mercenaries, charged three times, was pressed back three times, each time dropping thousands of corpses.

The situation is worse than the crocodile cannon fodder, after all, when dealing with the crocodile cannon fodder, it is only the longbowmen of the Eternal Night Army who are shooting.

Not to mention the walls of the brother port, it is still more than ten meters away from the moat.

"General, it won't be possible to fight like this, in a few days, these mercenaries will all be destroyed here, except for consuming the opponent's arrow stock, it is meaningless, and the opponent's city defense equipment has not been used yet. A lieutenant made a very vague suggestion to Akmerse.

Although these mercenaries are cannon fodder, they are not so consumed.