The "flash flood" caused by the torrential downpour roared, and the loud sound shook the ears of everyone present.

In front of them, the barbarians roared and converged into a large roaring wave, and the rudimentary ladder on their shoulders was like a warship riding the wind and waves, gradually approaching the walls of Orleans.

"Stop them! Stop them! ”

On the city walls, the officers roared hoarsely, waving their whips back and forth in mid-air.

"Smack! Syllable! Smack..."

The crisp sound of whiplash resounded over the walls of Orleans, and even though the barbarians were deafening with their rage, the angry officers were still more courageous than most of the soldiers, at least beating their men.

The officers brutally pulled the soldier who was holding his shield against the wall, then grabbed the archer and pressed him hard against the gap in the female wall.

"Fight back! Fight back! Damn cowards! ”

The officer not only cursed, but also whipped the archer on the back with a whip.

There is a saying that man has always retained the nature of a slave, but there are too many factors that make his nature obscured so that it is not noticed, but it is very easy to awaken this nature, and that is the leather whip, the leather whip that can bring pain!

A whip whipped many archers on their backs, covered in blood, almost numb pain, and when they were about to faint, they magically swept away the fear that had entrenched themselves in their hearts.

The pain gave them courage to grit their teeth and stand up against the pain.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

The officer roared and pushed away the soldier with his shield against the wall, pressed the archer against the gap in the female wall, and shouted: "Now, aim at them for me, and release the arrows!" Shoot the arrows! ”

Braving the rain of arrows, the barbarians raised their peculiar huge shields, and the arrows fell on their shields like rain striking the roofs.

The barbarian attack slowly pushed under the city of Orleans, and they took cover and erected ladders on the walls of Orleans.

"With stones! With stones! ”

The Romans lowered their bows and arrows, and then raised the stone and threw it down at the dense crowd below, but the stone landed on the shield with a dull "clanging" sound, and the stone fell on the shield so that the soldiers supporting the shield could not bear it and fell to the ground.

"The barbarians are trying to climb the walls, quick, stop them! Stop them! The ten-captain on the tower pointed to the wall below, shouted at the soldiers looking for stones, and raised a pike dart and threw it downward.

"Click!"

The shuttle dart pierced the side of a barbarian who was climbing up with a shield on his head, and the guy wailed in fear, his hands were weak, and the whole person fell like a stone and smashed against the shield raised high below.

"May God wash away your sins, bastard!" The ten's eyes were cold, and then he turned and picked up another pike.

The soldiers in the back row of the Roman army raised their spears on the shoulders of the soldiers in the front row, and pointed the sharp points of their spears at the opening of the female wall, which could penetrate his body as long as a barbarian climbed the wall.

"The wall is a barrier against the barbarians, we must defend the wall, we can't let them break through."

The centurion's shouts were encouraging the soldiers, their faces covered with beads of sweat, and the soldiers held their shields to let the flying arrows bounce off.

At this time, a barbarian reached out along the ladder and poked his head out against the female wall, but the first thing he saw turned out to be a spear with a cold light.

Before the guy could scream, the spear that burst from the wine glass pierced his right eye, and people kept climbing up and others falling down.

The barbarians seemed helpless against the city wall in front of them, but they were not reconciled, and continued to heap the tactics of manpower, constantly beckoning brave soldiers to go up and send them to the death to fight for even the slightest possibility.

Not just under the walls, but also on the walls, there was chaos.

As a tribe in the wild, they have excellent archers, always able to spot and kill their "prey" in time.

So a lot of the chaos on the walls of the city was the soldiers who had been hit in the head and neck struggling and writhing back and forth in the blood stains on the ground, and there were arrows full of dirt stuck in their heads and even necks, and the barbarians deliberately made these things dirty, so that even if they were pulled out, the people who were hit by the arrows would be injured until they died, and the soldiers who transported them had to drag their dishonest bodies down the city walls.

Because the barbarians were attacking the city so violently, constantly storming the walls of Orleans, their roar was so close that it seemed that they were ready to kill themselves with a bright battle axe in front of them.

Ananus was now on the tower of the city gate, and he was half-hunched behind the walls, and the screams of the soldiers beside him who tried to push the ladder down from arrows continued to torment Ananus's ears.

Ananus did not even dare to open his eyes, for he was afraid to see the blood of the land, and although the bishop was in charge of the city's army, he had never done or seen such a sinful thing when he had devoted his life to the study of God's scriptures.

"Boom!"

Feeling his shoulder be hit roughly, Ananus only then looked up, and for a moment, he saw blood on the ground and a soldier who was slowly walking down the steps by others, with an arrow stuck in his head, and blood was gushing out of the wound, and he looked in great pain.

"Oh my God, my God!"

Ananus clutched the cross in his hand and drew the cross on his chest, wishing that God would shield him from seeing the blood in front of him.

"Your Excellency, this is not the place for you to stay." The officers of the guard stepped forward quickly, grabbed Ananus's clothes, and dragged him down the wall.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

Another pile of stones fell from the sky, this time deliberately raising the parabola, allowing the stones to sweep over the walls and fall on the streets and roofs of houses behind, which were crowded with people coming and going.

The stones falling from the sky fell to the ground, splashing a blur of flesh and blood, and the wounded who had no ability to dodge, and more citizens who had no way to pick up weapons could only help the wounded soldiers and give shelter.

In particular, the arrows flying overhead from time to time revealed danger at all times, and some soldiers still had to grit their teeth and hold heavy wooden sticks to poke their heads out against the ladder and push it, causing the ladder to collapse.

Of course, those who do this will basically be targeted by the Barbarian archers.

"Barbarians' siege vehicles, barbarians' siege vehicles!"

The commanding officer on the wall shouted, and the soldiers who ordered the herald blew a short horn to inform the soldiers in the other sections of the wall, telling the others that the barbarians had begun the second attack.

Ananus was now forced to retreat from the walls and follow the streets back to his mansion under the escort of his guards.

His eyes were closed all the way, and his ears were filled with screams and a disgusting smell of blood coming from both sides of the street.

He looked very miserable because everything around him was tormenting his heart, and he hung his head, desperately wanting to return to the peaceful place of the church, to return to the bosom of "God".

On the city wall, the soldiers drew their pikes and threw them at the barbarian army pushing the siege carts below, trying their best to stop the barbarians' advance, but to no avail.