After breaching the first Scandinavian fortress, it took the Attila Imperial army another three days to break through the second, not because they didn't want to advance as fast as they could, but because the Scandinavian resistance became more and more fierce.

Their defenses are no longer just primitive ones, in addition to burning the corpses piled up under the walls with flames and attacking the enemy with rolling stones, they have invented new tricks to defend against enemy attacks.

By slightly modifying the spear and adding a large piece of wood with a cross-section to the tip, it is easy to knock down the ladder that has been placed on the wall to stop the enemy from climbing.

Due to the cold weather, the half-solidified whale oil, fish oil, and animal fat, which are mounted on arrows and used with rockets, are extremely effective against enemies with a lot of hair on their bodies, such as mammoths and white bears, and if they can get a hit, the target will turn into a blazing fireball, which will be charred in a crazy wail.

However, even with such efforts, and so much progress from the previous battle, could not stop the Atila army from attacking the city, and ladders were placed at the edge of the walls, and the moat below was filled with sandbags and rubble.

The gnolls were holding their shields above their heads to fend off the Scandinavians' axes, javelins, and rolling stones, and they were clearly trained to hold their shields at an angle, and the rolling stones that fell down the ladder flew straight down the shield.

Of course, you can also see the burning ladder collapsing in the middle from time to time, and the gnolls falling from the air like rain and falling to the ground into a clump of soft corpses.

The war had entered its most tragic stage, but from the current situation, the balance of victory was tilted in favor of the Attila Imperial army, not only in terms of their superiority in numbers, but also the constant roar of thunder and lightning in the sky, the roar of dragons, and the strange scenes caused by various magics, which made the efforts of the Scandinavians very pale.

Their army was not without spellcasters to compete with, their army had the most accurate archers like the elves, and the most skilled blacksmiths like the dwarves, but because of the order of the Scandinavian Emperor Siegel, these elite troops were placed in the imperial city behind.

In the face of this increasingly bad situation, the emperor of the Scandinavian Empire still had the heart to play political tricks, he laid out more than a dozen lines of defense and built more than a dozen fortresses.

But in the city ahead, the people who were settled there were dissatisfied with his rule, such as the remnants of the surrender of Barushenga, such as the remnants of Jeat, and other tribes who did not obey his orders.

Because of the beliefs of the Scandinavians, it was impossible for them to surrender to the Attila Empire, and in this part of the Norwegian mountains, they had no way back when they had already lost the eastern part of Scandinavia, and the tribes that were placed outside, their logistics were in the hands of the Empire, and in such a cold winter, there was no difference between losing logistics and stepping into death.

Of course, Siegel's threat is only in words and on paper, and for the sake of the stability of the entire empire, he can't really do such a thing, now that the Attila Empire is approaching step by step.

There is no way to advance, there is no way to retreat, and the Scandinavians who have no choice can only fight the enemy in the hope that they will be taken to Valkyrie Palace after death.

In the afternoon, as night approached, the first warrior of the Attila Empire climbed the walls of the castle, and the gnoll was surrounded by Scandinavians, his body covered in scars and bleeding.

There was not a hint of fear or pain on the gnoll's face, and he threw his head back and howled loudly, a howl that echoed through the mountains, and then his head was cut off with a short axe.

Although the gnolls who had climbed the walls had been killed, his howl encouraged all the Attila Imperial warriors, and the howls of the gnolls who were climbing below began to sound one after another.

2nd, 3rd, 4th

The figure of the jackal kept passing through the ladder and appeared at the head of the city wall, and they gathered together, hiding behind the shield, pushing the shield out with all their might.

At this time, what they are pursuing is not to kill more enemies, but to occupy more space on the city wall, so that their companions behind can have a place to stand on the city wall.

The Scandinavians wanted to stop this and drive the gnolls off the walls, but the crowded formation, surrounded by companions, affected their performance.

When the moon took over the midsky and the last rays of the setting sun disappeared over the horizon, the key to the battle was revealed, as the gnolls on the walls of the city had left the Scandinavian defenders in a hand-knuckle battle, which led to negligence in other aspects.

As I said before, the traps on the battlefield have either been lifted or have lost their effect as the war has passed, and even the moat has been filled in flat.

A mammoth slowly walked out of the middle army of the Atila army under the trend of the mammoth, and with each step forward, the ground shook slightly, and the terrifying figure was beyond the reach of the city walls that the Scandinavians had built with all their might.

"Stop it, stop it, find a way to stop it!"

The commander of the city shouted loudly, and the guards around him kept repeating his words, transmitting his will to the Scandinavians on the battlefield.

The previous castles were breached in this way, with the Gnolls using ladders to climb the walls to attract the attention of the defenders, and then the unstoppable mammoths smashed through the walls, laying the groundwork for the Atila army.

Because of the rockets used by the Scandinavians, the flames lit up the entire city wall, billowing and pungent smoke rising into the sky, and countless people fighting together for victory/survival, so the light was not a hindrance to the war at all.

A loud trumpet sounded from the middle of Atila's army, which was the clarion call to launch a general attack, and only waited for the mammoth to break through the walls, and all the troops began to charge.

The gnolls, who were struggling to support them on the city walls, heard the familiar sound of horns in their ears, their morale was high, and they were frantically entangled with the enemies around them, and it was best to be able to kill the enemy, and if they couldn't kill them, then entangle each other, so that the other party had to focus on their own bodies to fight for a chance for the mammoth.

The crowd gave way to the mammoth, and the corpses on the ground were trampled into blood-colored pulp, and the blood-stained rolling stones were trampled to pieces, and then the mammoth began to accelerate, and the ground shook more and more loudly.

The Scandinavians wanted to get out of the battlefield of white-knuckle combat to attack the accelerating mammoths, but their opponents, the gnolls, would rather be injured themselves, had to stop them.

What is called a strategic weapon, this is called a strategic weapon, the Scandinavians certainly know how terrible the mammoth is this creature, but even if they know, they can't hurt each other by conventional means.

Is that the end of it?

The commander of the castle closed his eyes and lowered his hands as if he had put down his resistance, but after a while, instead of the sound of the city walls being destroyed, he heard the dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Then, the earth-shattering cheers came from the city walls.

What happened

With this question, the commander opened his eyes in disbelief, turned his head to look ahead, and saw that the behemoth named Mammoth had fallen to the ground, and a pool of blood slowly flowed from under it, and it struggled for a few times to get up.

The shamans and spellcasters of the Attila army were flying at a rapid pace, surrounding the mammoth, casting healing spells on it, while others surrounded it, checking its injuries.

The commander hurriedly inquired about the surrounding guards, only to learn that when the mammoth had launched a charge, and when it reached its highest speed, it saw that it had crashed into the city wall, bringing the war to the next stage.

Who knows, the mammoth suddenly slipped under his feet, and coincidentally avoided the city wall and hit the hard mountain, but the mountains of Norway have been blown by the cold wind for an unknown number of years, and they are still strong on the castle made by humans.

Such a violent collision, even a terrible body like a mammoth could not withstand it, broken bones, bleeding internal organs, even with the help of magical healing and medicine, it will take a long time to completely recover.

The Atila army is no longer what it used to be, and the grim situation makes them have to start cherishing every ounce of combat power in their hands, especially a strategic weapon like the Mammoth, which can change the direction of a war, and cannot be lost at will.

Now that I think about it, I will regret famine and plague, in the last western expedition, it seems too stupid to let the mammoth in my hand be lost on the battlefield so easily.

Seeing the mammoth with high hopes fall to the ground and unable to get up, the morale of the gnolls, who were struggling to support themselves and thought that they were about to win the battle and enjoy the delicious food of victory, began to decline.

On the other hand, the Scandinavians opposite them were like waves in waves, retreating in one wave and coming up quickly in the next wave, endlessly.

The Scandinavians' efforts finally paid off, and the demoralized gnolls were constantly being shot down from the walls, and they changed their tactics, not expecting to kill these enemies on the walls, but to drive them down.

A Scandinavian man stood shoulder to shoulder, holding a large shield that covered his entire body in both hands, and began to push the gnolls out with great force, using the advantage of numbers and strength to push them off the wall.

In a few moments, the gnolls on the city walls disappeared without a trace, and even the ladders that had been fixed to carry the warriors to the top of the city wall were broken and demolished.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat. ”

I don't know who was the first to shout such a slogan, the gnolls in front of them are retreating, and the gnolls behind are also slowing down the pace of their forward charge, their morale is already very low, and the reason why it has not turned into running and retreating is only because of the fear of Attila.

Reinforcements do not exist, the gnolls know this, when it comes to this kind of siege battle, they are the only ones in the Atira army who are the most suitable, the white bears and the mammoths will only be targets under the rockets of the Scandinavians, and Atila will not let them go into battle until a solution is found.

Centaurs, centaurs can't rely on their four hooves to rush to the city wall to fight, they are suitable for charging and guerrilla warfare, and letting their cavalry participate in siege warfare is not much different from letting them commit suicide, even if it is a strong order, the centaurs have the confidence to refuse, just because of the current situation, it is the Atila Empire that needs them, and they have other options besides the Scandinavian Empire.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat. ”

The gnolls shouted in panic, in such a chaotic battlefield, this unintelligent race is the easiest to go with the flow, lose their will, and fall into chaos.

"Woo woo"

The horn of retreat finally sounded, and the famine and plague in the middle of the army also made a judgment that they should retreat, and the morale of the gnolls had fallen to a certain level, and continuing to attack in front of them would not achieve too good results.

Moreover, the flames burning outside have gradually been extinguished, and the dark clouds in the sky have obscured the bright moonlight, fighting in such a dark environment, they will be even more disadvantageous and more than they can gain in the city.

As if the straw that had broken the camel's back, the panicked gnolls retreated like a tidal wave, rushing towards the place where the Chinese army of Attila was, and the cries, screams, and screams came and went, mixed into an indescribable sound, buzzing in the ears.

Some of the gnolls who came to their senses tried to stop their progress, but they were surrounded by advancing companions in front of them, and when they stopped, they were only pushed to the ground, and then trampled by countless companions, and finally they could not hold even a piece of flesh intact.

Contrary to the Atila army, the Scandinavians on the city walls let out earth-shattering cheers, and they did not know why they had won the victory, and in the end they could only attribute the victory to the gods they believed in, believing that only the gods could perform such a miracle at this time, allowing them to escape death and obtain a temporary victory.

The Scandinavians laid down their weapons, embraced each other, sang songs praising the gods, and desperately searched their minds for words to praise the gods they believed in.

The cheers lasted for ten minutes, and the Scandinavians remembered that it was only halftime, and that there were many enemies around who had not died, and many compatriots who needed help.