On the third day of the battle, the Albion army, which had gathered outside the Longmen Stone, began to climb and attack. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Corpses are piled up on small hillsides; Smash a foothold into a wall with a knife or gun; Build a ladder made of people...

The Longmen Stone is just a dead thing, and it is still too difficult to block the path of thousands of troops.

The Toristine defenders, who noticed the movement, gathered their companions and went on the defensive.

Because Torlistine's remaining troops were too small, the defending general Angel divided them into two parts, and the 500-man siegers stayed at the port position, and laid a dense explosive area around 200 meters; The remaining 2,500 archers gathered together and opened fire on a group of 2,000 enemy troops.

The remaining two Albion armies met no resistance at all, and climbed from the Longmen Stone one after another.

Entering the eye is the stone house and stone wall, where the merchants are. The people had already left the city on floating boats in the previous two days, leaving only a few hundred port workers waiting to pick up Torristin's reinforcements.

The Albion army, which had crossed the barrier, discerned the direction and swooped straight in the direction of the port.

The other was two thousand five hundred Torristeen archers against two thousand Albion troops.

The Albion soldier who was climbing on the stone wall had just risen when three or four bows and arrows hugged him.

"Ahh But his death was only a prologue, and more Albiang soldiers climbed to the top of the Longmen Stone and began to fall along the walls.

"Boom Boom T

The archers continued to bend their bows and shoot arrows, mercilessly slaughtering the unprotected Albion army attached to the surface of the Longmen Stone. The bows and arrows sank into the walls, and the blood flowers bloomed, and the Albion army lost two or three hundred men before they could attack. But the same number of soldiers landed successfully, and the soldiers who remained on the top of the Longmen Stone threw down their shields and made a clattering sound.

The soldiers who had already landed ran to their shields, raised them, and gathered four or five people to resist the arrows that came from the bows. Under the protection of the shield, only a few unlucky eggs were shot, and the rest held out in the rain of arrows.

After the shield soldier came out, the next soldier who landed picked up the spear and long knife that had been dropped from it, and began to advance towards the opposite archer array under the cover of the shield soldier.

"Dangdang Dang"

The bow and arrow made a series of crashing sounds on the shield, which could only delay the forward speed of the shield soldier, and could not cause effective damage. Soon, a mixed force of 200 long knives and shields came into contact with the archer phalanx.

By this time, the bows and arrows had lost their effectiveness, and the archers at the front of the phalanx, about 600 archers, dropped their bows and arrows, drew their short swords at their waists, and fought with the red-eyed enemy soldiers.

"For Albion!" "For Torlistine!" "For the sake of the Ancestor!!"

"Kill !!"

The archers' short knives do not slip away, relying on three times the number of longsword soldiers and shield soldiers to stalemate, and if you don't kill a shield soldier or long knife soldier, the archer will also die two or three people.

Archers in the rear can only shoot arrows in the direction of Longmen Stone, and if they shoot in front, they will accidentally damage allies, and there are more allies.

There are no miracle moves, there is no absolute difference in strength, and the two armies are fighting together.

Albion's army, obstructed by archers, had seven or eight hundred men shot dead in the process of crossing the dragon gate, and the remaining more than 1,200 people took up arms, and killed more than 100 people in the process of advancing before engaging Torlistine's archers in close combat.

This was a real fight to the point where the entire Albion army was bloodied, and after killing almost all of the Torristeen troops, all of them were killed.

The Torristinian garrison had less than two hundred archers left.

Angel gathered his forces and advanced in the direction of the port.

The port is located on the top of a hill in La Rochelle, with a huge tree planted in the harbor and more than a dozen places for floating ships to land and moor. Stormers, or demolitionists, gathered here, and planted thousands of explosives on the way from the city to the port.

The explosion began when an Albiang army came into view.

"Boom!!"

A fast-running Albion swordsman stepped on a slightly protruding piece of ground, and before he could step over, the impact of the explosion shattered it, splattering flesh and blood.

It was like a signal, "Boom, boom", and a continuous explosion sounded, and the front of this Albion army seemed to have broken into the territory and died in the fire and brimstone.

The follow-up troops stopped, not daring to come any closer.

The traces of the explosion spread all over the thirty-meter-long road, and three or four hundred people were already buried in it.

Knowing that there were still explosives ahead, the Albiang army did not dare to step forward.

The follow-up commander followed, looking at the port two hundred meters away, his eyes were cold.

"Give it to me, every ten people are side by side, ten meters apart."

The officer's eyes swept coldly towards the soldiers, and he let his guards hold the fifteen or sixteen-meter-wide section, and the guards had a dead intent on their faces. Then they went to the minefield.

"Boom"

During the explosion, the ten people were engulfed in flames, and a safety zone of three or four meters was cleared during the run.

Under the stern eyes of the officers, the Albion army stepped forward in a group to meet death.

"Boom Boom"

Squadrons of the Albion Army died in the rhythmic sound of explosions, but the minefields filled with explosives were cleared out piece by piece. Ten meters twenty meters, fifty meters one hundred meters, then two hundred meters.

When the last pair of soldiers reached the stone staircase without causing an explosion, the Albion troops in the rear let out a loud cheer. At the cost of more than 500 people, they leveled the minefield, leaving more than 1,000 troops.

The 500 explosives in the harbor saw the enemy pass through the minefield, and their eyes were full of life and death.

They don't wield knives and guns, but they are second only to mages in their strength in all classes. Why?

One by one, Torristin's Demomen were strapped to their bodies with explosives strapped to their bodies, and their faces were full of frenzied affection and rushed towards the Albion Army, who had just passed through the minefield.

"For Toristine." "For Her Majesty's Majesty." "Long live Her Majesty!" "Long live the First Ancestor!!"

The Albion Army did not carry archers, and there was no way to shoot the Demomen from a distance to detonate them early.

A humanoid bomb then burst into the crowd of Albion, stabbing them with a dozen knives and guns in their angry eyes, and then spilling blood from their mouths and smiling mockingly at the enemy. And then "Boom!! ”

The explosion took the Demoman with six or seven nearby enemies.

The Albion Army retreated in panic, but it was too late, and one by one the explosives crashed into the Albion Army and then exploded with a single explosion, taking away several enemies and themselves. Trapped in the minefield road, ten people wide away is a minefield that has not been stepped out, and in front of it is a humanoid bomb, and the Albion army running towards the rear is blocked by the Albion army that is converging forward for unknown reasons behind them, desperate.

Five hundred explosives rushed out every ten people, also holding hands to occupy the width of the road that was trodden. They disappeared in a group in the flames of the explosion. The Albion Army was also almost completely lost in the explosion.

The smoke of gunpowder is filled, the fire is not extinguished, the flesh and blood are flying, and the world is purgatory.

Another force of three and a half thousand Albion saw this as they passed through the other side of the city.

Silent, the Albion army rushed to the port along the path opened by their predecessors.