At about eight o'clock, the barracks sounded the alarm horn early, and Wayne walked up to the city wall to look out for the enemy troops, despite the opposition of everyone.

Wayne looked far away, and the elven army stretched to the horizon, and it felt endless. The previous scout said that it was about 20,000, and Wayne thought it was correct, that number was usually the same in the past. But now it seems that the number of troops here is at least 40,000, how can these scouts be wrong, they are one in a hundred, take a step back and say that one person is wrong, so many scouts are wrong.

And 10,000 of these elves are wearing armor, standing in a single piece, and they are bright. The quantity, the quality of the invisible put great pressure on the defenders on the city walls.

However, Wayne knew that these armors were obviously inferior to his own, and this was not blind confidence. First of all, the material of his armor is steel, which throws the elves a few streets, Wayne has investigated, and the elves' armor is mainly wrought iron. The hardness of wrought iron is obviously not as good as steel, and the more important thing is that several pieces of steel are superimposed on each other, and then used a water conservancy forging press to forge and press repeatedly, and finally become a steel plate. Wayne tried, it was a soldier with a knife and slashed, leaving at most a cut mark that was difficult to pierce.

Wayne was not worried about the gap in equipment, his soldiers had never been on the battlefield except for the white-clothed regiment. This can be seen from the momentum of both sides. Obviously has the best equipment, but he is afraid before fighting.

When Beson came to Wayne's side, he could see that there were a lot of elves coming this time, and they were all worried.

Wayne opened his mouth to comfort, but more like comforting himself.

"Don't be nervous, you're well prepared this time. Even Bald, who is going to battle, is not afraid, what are you nervous about. ”

Beson hurriedly argued.

"I'm afraid of a yarn, where am I afraid, I can't wait to shoot two shots at the elf now. ”

Wayne shook his head helplessly.

The relaxed atmosphere between the coaches also infected the soldiers defending the city, after all, the coach is so relaxed, there must be a lot of chances of winning.

There are heavy mountains and swamps on both sides of Helan, and it is difficult to walk through, let alone attack the city. This was a good thing for Wayne so that he could concentrate ten cannons on the city walls.

Riding on a white horse and wielding a sword, Coyle was in high spirits, and he received strict instruction from his father from an early age. It can be said that he can be literate and martial, and he is also a beautiful person among his peers. This is also the reason why he can become a high priest in his twenties and command an army of 100,000, of course, the main reason is the support of his family, after all, although there are few talented people than him, it is not nothing. If you really want to fight for ability, these generals who have been immersed in the art of war for decades are not as good as him. So the generals under him are also very dissatisfied with this, but there is no way, others have backgrounds, no matter how unhappy they are, they have to endure it.

Koyle had observed the defenders on the walls from a distance, even though they were no longer visible to the naked eye. But the light reflected by the armor can still be seen. After a rough look, there were about 1,000 people standing on the two-mile city wall. They were all wearing armor. Having mastered more than a thousand armors in a year, it seems that the so-called Wayne has some ability, but he has an army of 40,000, and 10,000 are elites. Unless this Wayne can do the legendary forbidden magic, he will defeat himself with something.

However, according to intelligence, there is a strange weapon on the opposite side, but its effect is unknown. Coyle thought about the drawings and sent them over, and they were all made of iron. Coyle couldn't think of any use for something so bulky?

But the other party has a secret weapon, so he doesn't have a killer weapon. This time, I brought a magician in my family who is good at illusion, although it is not as effective as those fire-based, thunder-based magicians. But at least he's a magician, Wayne might have it, it can't be. Little Nolan can't afford to raise a noble magician.

An army with a mage is a world away from an army without a mage. No matter what kind of secret weapon it is, it is a floating cloud in the face of absolute power.

And during this time, the magician continued to use magic to confuse the other party's scouts.

Coyle struggled to suppress his excitement and make a steady appearance.

"Start the siege!"

A horn sounded and resounded high in the sky of the battlefield.

The elven army began to move slowly, and the elves captured all the slaves accompanying them. Put the slaves whose hands are tied with ropes in the front row, and let the rear urge them to move forward.

These slaves also knew that they were going to be taken to death, so they rebelled sporadically. But the elf used the knife in his hand to tell the slaves that the good-looking skin had nothing to do with the goodness of the heart.

There was no way, this group of already miserable slaves had to end their last lives on this short one-mile road.

on the city walls.

Balder had seen such a scene ten years ago, but when he saw it again, his eyes were still cracking, and his fists slammed viciously against the walls.

"This group of bitches raised by them has the ability to rush over directly and compete with my uncle. ”

Everyone present was outraged that these slaves had lived a life that was inferior to that of pigs and dogs. Before he died, he had to be used as a meat shield by these elves. They all clenched their fists, eager to rush out and fight.

But peacetime training taught them that discipline is paramount on the battlefield. Without an order, even a knife from the sky cannot be moved.

Wayne looked at the group of people who met the dirt, even if some of them walked crookedly, it was not only fear, but also chronic malnutrition. With his thin legs like wooden sticks, one can imagine how many inhuman encounters he had suffered on the elves' side.

The first scream came out, and the trap that was supposed to deal with the elves ended up hurting the same kind, which was not pleasant. A scream came, and once the slave in front of him died, another slave immediately made up for it. During this period, there were slaves who resisted, but in exchange for a merciless knife. Most of the traps in front of them were tested, and the laughter of the elves came, laughing at the fact that these traps that were supposed to deal with themselves were tried by humans one by one.

But I still have to endure it, and the artillery can't be taken out at this time. I'll have to wait for the elves to get closer.

We must make this group of elves pay the price of blood today!

When the slaves were partially dead, the elves also took out their bows and arrows.

Elves are good at making bows, and add special wood. Causes the elf's bow to shoot the farthest and most powerful. Moreover, the elves are born with an affinity for bows and arrows, and their accuracy is even more famous.

So even below, the elves dared to shoot at the defenders on the city walls to cover the siege troops.

The troops behind took out the ladder to the city, and with the other hand raised their shields to protect themselves from being wounded by bows and arrows. It's time to start the siege.

Waves of arrows rained down on the city walls, watching the dense arrows fly over. The soldiers immediately hid behind the battlements and waited until the rain of arrows had passed to counterattack.

The soldiers pushing the cannon braved the rain of arrows to push the cannon forward, and the armor-piercing arrows that could have pierced the armor could only make a sound when it encountered the armor made of steel. Some of them went straight into the armor, but they just didn't penetrate.

Seeing that the armor was so strong, the soldiers did not want to let go of the opportunity and fought back in the rain of arrows.

It seems to be chaotic, but they all do their jobs. The battlefield is the art of order and chaos.

Besson and Wayne hid behind the battlements, their armor to protect their bodies, but their faces were not well defended. Wait until the rain of arrows has passed, and carefully poke your head out to observe the situation of the enemy army.