As the siege towers drew closer, the dull sound of advance and the giant-like size frightened the soldiers on the Roman walls.

They pointed to the siege tower and shouted, each with horror written on their faces, like little animals that had encountered a huge wolf.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Counterattack! Counterattack! ”

The archers drew their oiled arrows and lit them in the braziers erected beside them, and together they raised their warbows, and a whole line of burning flames pointed at the "behemoth" in front of them.

"Aim! Aim! ”

"Click......"

The sound of bowstrings snapping rang out, and countless fiery arrows were seen raining down on the siege towers not far away.

No matter how sharp the arrows are, they are only capable of piercing through inferior chain mail, and they are powerless against heavy planks, even if they are burning with sporadic flames.

"Squeak Crunch ......"

The siege tower was already less than five meters from the Roman walls, and the Vandals soldiers at the top raised their javelins and threw them downward, and the unprotected Roman soldiers could not stop such a blow.

For a while, the screams were incessant, and transporting the wounded became an extremely difficult problem, so more wounded soldiers struggled in pools of blood.

The scorching sun made the whole scene extremely scorching, and what had been thought to be a step-by-step defense was instantly thrown into chaos by the majestic attack of the Vandals.

"Step! Trample! Trample! ”

The batter's plate fell violently, slamming into the stone battlements of the Roman walls, knocking down several archers who had not had time or space to dodge.

"Defense, the enemy is coming, defense!"

Walkerrick shouted loudly, beckoning the soldiers who were in chaos all around, and he saw the Vandals' siege towers on the battlements, and without the slightest hesitation, he saw Walker pounce with his shield in hand.

"Roar—"

The passage was opened, and the Vandals could no longer contain their anger, only to see the strong, huge barbarians with huge tompes in their hands roaring like beasts that had found their prey, yes, the walls were full of fellows who could not resist their heavy tomahawks.

Yes, this is a heart-warming killing, and the bloodthirsty guys naturally won't miss such a feast, they can't hold back the excitement in their hearts to kill.

"Roar—"

I only heard their roars like thunder, and saw that the baffle on the city wall was trembling slightly, so you can imagine how amazing the size of this kind of guy is.

"Face the enemy head-on, face the enemy head-on!"

Walkrick shouted loudly, and soldiers with shields and spears filled the void in the wall in front of the siege tower.

The Vandals' aggressive attack did not terrify Walcreek like most soldiers who had never been to battle, facing the hideous tomahawks and the equally terrifying barbarians.

Walcreek raised his shield and stepped forward.

Similarly, the Vandals at the front spotted Walker, an officer-like guy who knew he was the first target for killing, regardless of the side.

The guy was carrying an axe and jumped up from the propped plank as if he had gone mad.

Walcreek took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and raised his shield above his head.

"Boom!"

A behemoth descended from the sky and stepped firmly on Walker's shield.

Such a heavy volume suddenly made Walker crouch down, but fortunately, Walkerrick adjusted his strength in time, only to see him exert his strength violently, and the strong man who supported the Vandal on the shield lifted up.

The strong man seemed to understand Walker's intentions, his eyes widened, and he looked at his feet in horror, for such a moment there was no way to drive his body to do something, he could not do anything.

"Die!"

Walcreek roared, his face flushed with exertion, and he rose to his feet as fast as he could, raising his shield high and leaning in the direction of the battlements.

The strong man who stood on the shield leaned back unsteadily, he was frightened, the fierceness on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by horror, he screamed, fell on his back, his hands had already dropped his tomahawk and grasped it in all directions, but he did not grasp anything, the whole person fell from the battlements, and let out a miserable wail.

Walker was not in the mood to appreciate his own results, he raised his shield, and the second box of Vandals had already jumped down and crashed into his shield, such an impact that the unprepared Walkcreek could not withstand.

There was only a muffled "bang", and Walkerrick took two steps back, and then the whole person fell on his head.

The Vandal roared and waved his battle axe above his head, and at the moment when he slashed down, the soldier beside Walkrick had already raised his Spada iron sword and stabbed it into the Vandal's ribs.

Probably not expecting to be attacked, the Vandal was half-on his knees, the pain making him unable to use his strength, but even so, he roared loudly, trying to revive his injured body with the roar.

People are so fragile that even a small penetrating wound can incapacitate a person or die.

The soldier was a battle-hardened veteran, and he didn't intend to spend time appreciating the creature's pain, but drew his iron sword, accompanied by a splatter of blood and the Vandal's convulsions.

The soldier grabbed the Vandal's head and lifted him up, then rested the blade of his sword around his neck.

When you are preparing to pull.

The Vandals who followed him pounced on him with a low roar, knocking the soldier down, and then swung his axe and slashed through the bare chest of the fallen soldier.

The blade of the axe pulled up and down on the chest of the dying soldier, making a click of broken bones, and then pulled it out suddenly, splattering Walker's face with blood.

Walker did not dare to hesitate, he reached out and touched a spear on the ground, he hurriedly clenched it, and then grabbed the spear tightly with both hands and stabbed it at the Vandal, who was kneeling on the ground panting.

"Click!"

With a sharp spearhead piercing the dying man's neck, Walkerrick dropped his spear, drew his iron sword, and slammed it upward.

"Huh!"

I only saw a few sporadic sparks flying out, and the axe was on Walker's shoulder, but fortunately, Walkerrick was fast enough, and he swung his sword as a shield, and stuck at the end of the axe blade, blocking the blow.

"Romans, die! Romans, die! ”

The Vandals roared at Walcrick, and the cloudy smell in his mouth stirred Walctrick's stomach upside down, but he gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on, after all, such a desperate thing cannot be sloppy.

The barbarian gradually gained strength, and Walcreek realized that he was a little exhausted, because he was no match for this guy in terms of strength.

Seeing the blood-stained and flesh-stained axe blade getting closer and closer to his shoulder, Walker's face turned red, and gradually, his hands trembled more and more, and the face of the guy in front of him became more and more proud.

"Fight!"

Walkerrick roared, shook off his iron sword, and rushed over to hold the Vandals tightly, and at this time, behind the Vandals there were Roman soldiers, who noticed that Walkerrick was in a difficult situation and rushed to help.

The Vandal's axe had nothing to do with Walkerk, who was so close. He roared wildly, holding his hand down on Walker's head and trying to push Walker down.

At that moment, several spears pierced the barbarian's bare back.

The fellow screamed, and even then, the Roman soldiers did not let him go, and they stabbed it in, and pulled it out, and stabbed it in, until the huge creature was dead at all.