At the sound of the enemy's order, the soldiers lit fire again.

One after another, the "battering ram" giant weapons made a loud noise again.

The metal ball, held by the metal chain, flew quickly towards the soldiers of the native civilization under the huge thrust generated by the explosion inside the giant weapon of the "battering ram".

When one of these projectiles is relatively obstructed, the metal ball behind it will continue to fly at a relatively fast speed.

At this point, the chain-like projectile will begin to rotate horizontally and fly towards the target.

A projectile like this, which is connected to noon at both ends and moves like this, can sweep a large area of the kill area when it hits the target!

......

The soldiers of the native civilization had not yet seen what the other party was calling, and the strange projectiles connected by chains swept down a large number of infantry at once!

The other party's attack is not over yet.

In the midst of one sound after another, the enemy line infantry behind the retreating native civilization soldiers continued to carry out three strikes while the native civilization soldiers were in the confusion of being hit.

The sound of a projectile hitting the armor, screams, cries for help......

All kinds of chaotic sounds echo in this battlefield full of fear and chaos!

......

"Uhh......hh Uh......" "Commanding Centurion" Okotasvi was lying on the folding bed, his face covered with pain over the wound on his leg, "Just now...... How's it going?!...... They...... Still ...... Are you still fighting?!...... Belch...... Ah......h

"You're finally awake...... the healer, who was sitting on the folding stool on the edge of the folding bed, relaxed a little, "you were hit by their projectile before, and now the bleeding should have stopped, but you can't move around at will." ”

"What?!...... Finally?!" "Commanding Centurion" Okotasway felt something was wrong when he heard the word finally, "What's going on?!what's going on?!What time is it now?!I mean the date!"

"Battle...... ......The healer on the side hesitated for a moment, with a lost expression on his face, and gently scratched his somewhat messy hair with his hand.

"Command Centurion" Okotasway frowned as he looked at the healer beside him.

"It's been several days since the end of the fighting. The healer told Okotasvi truthfully.

"How's it going?!' How's it going?" asked Okotasway, a little frightened—that was what Okotasway cared about most, and even though he was worried, he was eager to know the outcome.

"We ...... We've been defeated......" The healer shook his head slightly, low.

"Commanding Centurion" Okotasway looked silently at the healer next to him - he looked depressed and depressed, but not very shocked at the moment, and seemed to have deduced from his own injuries and everything he had seen on the battlefield before that the outcome of the battle was highly likely.

"Yes, that's ......," the healer continued, without further asay.

"Others, what about the other centurions?!! Let them come...... I'm going to hear about it. Uh, uh......" Okotasway was still a little anxious after all.

"Don't move! be careful of the wound!" the healer on the side immediately helped the "Command Centurion" Okotaswe, "I'll go and ask him to come over right away!"

After a while, Atrus, the "commanding centurion" of the auxiliary infantry, walked into the room with great difficulty: "Let me tell you...... The other centurions, all ......"

Although he already knew the outcome of the battle, when it came to the number of casualties on his side, Okotaswi was still nervous, he didn't know how terrible this number would be.