"Damn......" The cavalry captain's anxious tone couldn't help but reveal a little fear.

His expression began to become a little disappointed - he remembered what the "commanding centurions" who had experienced the battle had said, and he remembered the soldiers who had been knocked down by large swaths.

Those unknown soldiers on the other side were doing some movements that the cavalry captain couldn't understand at all.

One of the opposing soldiers, skillfully shoved a bag of things through the opening in front of the battering ram - it looked like it was supposed to be a projectile, but no one knew what it was.

Immediately afterwards, a soldier on the side immediately took a pole and pushed the bag of things in.

After completing the above maneuvers, the two soldiers quickly trotted to the side of the "battering ram".

"Faster...... Charge, ......" the cavalry captain whispered anxiously, frowning.

Those "battering rams" of the other side were erected on a gentle slope.

It stands to reason that it would be unwise to charge down the hill – even on a gentle slope.

However, there was no other way now - an action that would give hope to the soldiers in the fortress but to storm these "battering rams" by force.

The soldiers on the other side continued to adjust the "battering rams" slightly.

The cavalry captain continued to charge, but his face was full of tension and turned pale.

He trembled, breathed nervously, and whispered something in his mouth: "Go on! Go on! Hurry!"

The other party stopped making minor adjustments.

The cavalry captain's expression began to become a little distorted, and he no longer said anything, but clenched his teeth.

Large drops of sweat began to ooze rapidly from his forehead, flowing from his pale face to the back and down in the wind from the charge.

The cavalry captain didn't wipe his sweat with his hands, and he, who was extremely nervous, didn't care about this at all.

His hand, gripping the spear tightly in his hand.

His hand holding the spear trembled.

One of the opposing soldiers picked up a pole and prepared to extend it to the rear of the "battering ram".

Although the cavalry captain didn't know the principle of the attack of those "battering rams", he should be able to understand more or less - soon, the powerful and terrible attack will begin - whether his own side will be destroyed, or the opponent's attack will be stopped, it will depend on this short few seconds.

The vice-captain on the side, his hands were already trembling so much that he could no longer hold the spear, and the whole spear, in this seemingly "ridiculous" but pitiful tremor, shook disorderly - he was like a soldier with no experience in horseback riding at all, charging with a spear for the first time.

The face of the deputy cavalry captain was as pale as the cavalry captain next to him—there was even more despair on his face—he might not know what the other party's attack would be, but he at least knew that if the other party's attack was successful, it would be an extremely terrible attack!

For unknown attacks, that's even more terrifying.

Now the charge, there is not a trace of war cry - everyone is either nervous, or the emotions are gradually filled with despair......

Only the horses, who knew nothing, continued to charge forward at a rapid pace - perhaps, in such a charge, the soldiers on horseback were no longer the protagonists of the charge.

In the face of such an enemy, the only thing the soldiers can do now is to hold the spear with a trembling hand, and not let the spear fall, the soldiers are more or less brave - they are more or less brave, but this bravery is constantly being eroded by the fear of the other party......