Thump......

There was no doubt that the horses that had lost their master's control were all planted in the moat, which was more than ten meters deep and ten meters wide, and the river was rushing in the rain, and as soon as these horses fell into the water, they were swept downstream by the impact of the river.

The horses neighed, and these Saxon cavalrymen actually gave up their horses, which was already in ruin, desperate.

Three thousand horses fell into the moat one after another, their hooves colliding with each other, like an abstract clay sculpture, wrapped together and washed down by the river.

There were so many horses that they almost filled the entire section of the moat, and some of them could even swim in the river for a while, but the river was too turbulent, and the embankments on both sides of the moat were too steep for these horses to return to the shore.

After the Saxon soldiers who got off their horses rushed to the vicinity of the city wall, they immediately erected the ladder on the wall, they did not have large siege equipment, so from the beginning the Duke of Billund planned to use the ladder to put a large number of soldiers into the battlefield in a short time, and break the wall of Vienna in one fell swoop.

At the same time, the Saxon cavalry in the rear also launched an attack, but they did not ride war horses, but carried out the impact on foot with shields, obviously these Saxon cavalry, although crazy, also had a limit, and did not plan to plant all their war horses here.

The defenders on the city wall kept attacking, arrows and spears fell one after another, and the 3,000 Saxon soldiers who were responsible for building the ladder soon lost more than half, but at this time, the Saxon soldiers in the rear had also rushed to the bottom of the ladder and began to climb up the crossbar.

Once again, the spears were so powerful that the 6,000 infantry stationed on the western wall had an average of three spears in their hands, and these spears were capable of inflicting great damage on the enemy before the start of hand-to-hand combat.

The 4,000 reservists who arrived after were also armed with spears, and as soon as they reached their designated positions, they took off their belts and fired at the densest concentration of Saxon soldiers below.

"Saxons! Show those bastards how powerful you are, Eagle Feather Legion, and attack!! ”

Duke Billund stood behind on his horse, holding his spear high and giving the order, and the cavalry beside him, who was black and oppressive, pressed directly up and launched an assault on the walls of Vienna.

The Eagle Feather Legion, on horseback, they were feared iron horsemen, and when they left their horses, their bravery was equally impressive.

More than 5,000 eagle-feathered cavalry galloped on foot, their riding boots splashing on the ground.

By this point, the Duke of Billund had thrown more than half of his soldiers into battle, and the remaining half of his troops were left behind him, ready to be thrown into the battlefield in batches.

If the Saxon offensive was a raging fire, then the Prussian side was a slow winter, the cannon fodder troops paved the way, the sword and shield infantry pressed up steadily, accompanied by heavy siege chariots, and the pikemen infantry also joined the battlefield, like a thick cloud, pressing up little by little.

Kyiros stood on a makeshift lookout, staring at the battlefield in front of him, his eyes gloomy.

What kind of style a troop has depends on what kind of character his commander is, and the character of Keilos can only be described in two words---- yin and poison!

Of course, in his own opinion, he just preferred to use his brain to fight, rather than relying on brute force or strange things like momentum.

All along, Kylos has adhered to these two words, no matter what his battle line looks like, even if he is at a great disadvantage, he will always be ready to fight.

If he is the one who takes the initiative to attack, he will never show all his strength, but hide it, and wait until the other party reveals his flaws, and then he will suddenly attack the other party to deliver a fatal blow.

With this style of combat, in the past ten years, he has defeated countless opponents, both on the battlefield and in the family, some are weaker than him, and some are stronger than him, and in the end, they are all defeated by those two words.

Only this time, Kylos didn't use those two words as he used to, and this time, he was in a hurry.

There was no way, the threat from the outside world was always approaching, and the enemy seemed so weak, as if he could pinch him to death with a little force.

In dealing with such a weak enemy, there is naturally no need to use any more vicious means, just press the army up, won't you be able to win easily?

So, he gave the order to attack in the rain, and as a result, he turned all the ranged troops into cannon fodder and made them rush forward to carve a way with their lives.

Objectively speaking, such a strategy is understandable, even if there will be a large number of casualties, but if it can be exchanged for the final victory, then everything is worth it.

The surrounding army was dwindling, and the infantry was pressing on one after another, and so far the Prussian regiment had committed nearly 20,000 soldiers.

Five siege engines were also erected on the city wall, spear infantry, sword and shield infantry along the Nagasaka Bridge above the siege vehicle, a steady stream of onto the city wall, more than 1,500 ladders on the city wall, soldiers like locusts along the ladder to climb up.

In an instant of hand-to-hand combat, flesh and blood flew sideways, limbs scattered, and the head crossed a parabola in the air and fell into the moat, where it was washed by the river and floated into the distance.

Blood spilled onto the walls, and was quickly washed away by the torrential rain, and the blood mixed with it flowed into the moat, which had become a river of blood.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing were incessant, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was their own man or the enemy's, and the Prussian soldiers had not yet conquered the walls, and the number of ladders was limited, and most of the soldiers were still waiting on the banks of the moat.

The defenders dropped stones, the size of watermelons, not heavy enough to kill people, but the Prussian soldiers on the ladder would still be knocked unconscious and fall into the moat below.

In such a chaotic battlefield, fainting in the moat means death, no one can find time to rescue his comrades, and the soldier who wants to save people may not even be able to save himself most of the time.

Kylos watched all this silently, and the scene in front of him was like a mixed mass of paint, gradually gathering and flowing, and the colors in it could not be distinguished.

The voice gradually faded away, as if he was in a dream, as if he was in it, and as if he was standing outside, gradually unable to distinguish whether it was reality or a dream.