The moment the thunderous roar sounded, Belo Varner knew it was too late......

There were five gates in the Thousand Hordes, and after Seth Braha's breakout, he ordered four of them to be blocked, leaving only one for reinforcements to converge.

Apparently the centaurs somehow, or simply by chance, found the last gate, and after three months of repeated sieges, the already overwhelmed gate collapsed without surprise under the repeated bombardment of trebuchets.

With the roar of cracking and the collapse of the city gates, countless earth and stones and stone cannons that flew into the fortress fell into the army formation below the city;

The tight formation was cut through the center, leaving only a "passage" covered in flesh and blood, and half of the Boi warriors in the front row were buried alive by the collapsed city gates, and the military formation, which had been able to maintain its composure, was a complete chaotic scene;

The general who had just saved his life was also hit in the head by the falling boulder, and most of his body was crushed under the rubble, only one hand and one foot came out of the stone, and only half of the handle of the saber in his hand remained.

This was the first sight that Belo Varna saw when he came down from the city walls.

At the same time, trebuchets outside the fortress continued to bombard the city walls, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, the shouting centaur warriors were already galloping towards the Thousand Tents.

It's coming in a flash!

Looking at the enemy who was pouring in from outside the city like a monstrous wave, Belo Varna, who was bloodless, gritted his teeth, lowered his head tremblingly, and clenched the hilt of his sword hard.

After a pause with his eyes closed, he slowly drew his knife, and the bright blade was raised behind him.

In the next second, the sound of the blade unsheathed resounded in the sky!

"Fight back——!"

With the sound of gnashing teeth, the engineers who had already been ready on the tower of the city wall immediately set up their ballistas and leveraged the mechanism.

Countless black shadows tore through the black smoke that obscured the sky and the sun, and swept towards the centaur army that was coming towards the city fortress with a terrifying whistling sound!

The dull roar, the bursting fire, the splashing dust... The centaur warriors who rushed to the front were almost immediately put down, and collapsed on the grass with a wail, reduced to bleeding stumps;

But the casualties were clearly not enough to intimidate the enemy, and the smell of blood permeated the battlefield made the centaur warriors even more bloodthirsty and furious, wielding spears and axes and continuing to charge in the direction of the walls;

In the face of an army of tens of thousands of centaurs, the counterattacks on the walls were nothing to mention like a drizzle, and the recruits, who were forced to calm themselves in fear and trembling, were even on the lookout for the threat of enemy trebuchets.

Even the targets they hit were nowhere near as good as the number of centaurs who were accidentally injured by their own trebuchets - the stone cannons that were flying towards the walls were falling into the charging centaur array because they were too far away or too poorly accurate.

Belo Varna was stunned to see this scene.

The enemy is ready to do whatever it takes, and he would rather fight with heavy casualties than capture the Thousand Tent City!

If that's the case... Then something must have happened in this war, or reinforcements are coming, so that the centaur barbarians dare not continue to confront themselves!

He couldn't help but smile when he thought of this, but the next second the smile gradually disappeared.

Even if reinforcements come, it's not certain whether you will survive until then.

Looking at the enemy figure approaching the city gates, Belo Varna sighed at his fate and issued a second command.

"Fire oil—put!"

In an instant, dozens of loess-colored clay pots and vials of ignition fell from the sky, and before the centaurs under the city gate could react, a flash of fire was already burning above their heads.

"Boom ——————!!!!"

The igniter detonated by the torch turned into a white light, and although it was only for a brief moment, it was enough—the flying flames fell on the heads of the centaur warriors like golden-red rain of fire oil that burst out of the fire oil!

For a moment there was a wail of wails, and the centaur warriors who had turned into torches in the screams crowded the gates of the city, with nowhere to hide, and the flames of death tore their bodies to pieces, melting their bones.

In the heart-rending screams, the road that rushed into the city gate in the front row was completely blocked, but the centaurs in the back row were still swarming in, and for a while, countless centaur soldiers who failed to rush into the city gate were shattered under the iron horses of their robes, and their flesh and blood were splashed!

The centaurs in the front row want to flee for their lives, but the centaurs in the back row are still pouring up... In a matter of moments, the centaur army was in disarray, giving the defenders a chance to breathe and a perfect opportunity to crush them in one fell swoop.

Seeing the enemy advance and retreat under the city, Belo Varna licked the wound at the corner of his mouth, raised his saber, and gave his last order:

"Kill ——!"

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"What? hasn't been beaten yet?!"

Basaye, the banner owner of the White Wave Banner, stared at the seriously injured centaur warrior in front of him: "The 40,000 army is surrounded, dozens of trebuchets assist, and even the city gate has been breached... Why are the bones of these two-legged men so hard?!"

"We're still fighting!"

The wounded centaur gritted his teeth and said, wielding a long-handled axe with his only remaining right arm, as if he was unwilling: "It's only a matter of time before we win, and they will be killed by us!"

Basaiye's eyes changed, and he hesitantly turned his head to look at the battlefield in the distance, and the banner of the Grand Duke of Boi was still flying above the city gate.

He likes to kill two-legged people, and he can't wait to rush over immediately and tear the two-legged people who are still resisting to shreds—but if he continues to fight like this, even if he can take the Thousand Tent City, the Red Flame Banner and his White Wave Banner will suffer heavy casualties!

Under the Centaur "Bannermaster" system, each of the bannermen's subordinates is the power, power, and wealth of the bannermaster, and if the loss is heavy, even a big victory is equivalent to a crushing defeat, and the other bannermen will swallow not a single bone left.

"Then keep beating until you break all their bones!"

A calm and angry voice came from behind, causing the seriously injured centaur to immediately nod his head excitedly and gallop towards the battlefield.

"Chakar ——!"

Frightened and angry, Basaye turned his head sharply and stared at the Chiyan Banner Owner: "It's not that you can't beat it, why are you so desperate? If the subordinates are dead, what do we rely on to compete with other banner owners?!"

The expressionless Chakar didn't look at him, but stared at the Thousand Hordes in front of him: "Tell me, Basaye... Are you willing to let your Bailang Banner always be just four flags?"

"Nonsense!" Barsaye snorted coldly, not bothering to answer.

"Then let me tell you, only by defeating the Thousand Tent City, can you Bailang Banner turn over. Chakar turned his head and looked at Basayer with a very sincere gaze:

"When we capture the Thousand Tent City, except for wealth and slaves, we will not touch a single brick or stone of the Chiyan Banner, all of which are the credit of your Bailang Banner, how about it?"

"Really?!"

"Really, I swear!"

Basaye, who had received the promise, stared at the walls of the Thousand Tent City with burning eyes, and the corners of his mouth once again grinned with excitement and bloodthirsty smile:

"Well... Then we're going to kill it today!"

Seeing him so excited, Chakar finally breathed a sigh of relief - since he had given up this victory to Basaiye, the centaurs of the White Wave Banner would definitely rush forward and fight hard, and the loss of the Red Flame Banner would be smaller.

As for who takes the credit for capturing the Thousand Hordes, Chakar doesn't really care much... It is better to say that if he is obtained by the Red Flame Banner, then I am afraid that the Great Khan will start targeting and suppressing him in order to protect his reputation from being threatened.

All he really cared about was to capture the fortress, which was vital to the centaurs, as quickly as possible, so as to avoid being flanked or even surrounded by the enemy on both sides.

Just as Chakar was pondering how to make the White Wave Banner grateful to him, and even further become a vassal of the Red Flame Banner, there was a faint, but very neat sound of footsteps behind him.

Centaur warriors don't make such noises... There is only a group of people who can have such a neat sound.

Awakened, Chakar opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head to look across the river behind him, and saw a puff of smoke, a neat queue, and a forest of spears.

He also saw a banner ......

That's a golden lion on a black background!