"Boom, boom..."

Flying stones slammed against the solid stone walls, making the walls tremble like violent earthquakes, and the soldiers huddled under the female walls of the walls trembling because of the danger and fear in their hearts, their faces full of fear, and the fear of the Huns was clearly expressed.

"Stomp, stomp..."

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the city walls, and Luga poked his head out under the cover of his shield, only to see a bare-chested barbarian man armed with a short knife roaring loudly and angrily in front of him, his face covered with all kinds of strange patterns, God knows which tribe he belonged to, but the common denominator was that he served Attila.

"Damn it!"

Luga cursed secretly, raised his shield in front of him, and only heard "Boom! With a loud bang, Luga felt that he had hit a galloping war horse, and the whole person trembled, unable to withstand such an impact, and took two steps back.

The strong man was even more miserable, and the collision on the shield made him fall backwards involuntarily, and the whole person rolled down the ladder like a dangerous stone.

With the shouts of the servants and soldiers below the city walls, one after another ladders carried shirtless strong men roaring. They were painted with totems and looked fierce, and they must have believed that this would make them feel the blessing of the gods, and they would be invulnerable during the battle.

The ladder threw them onto the walls, and they landed like a heavy boulder, and no one could hold their weight. No amount of beating could get their weapons out of their hands, and one by one they got up from the crowd, clutching the battle axes and iron rods with huge axe handles, and they swept away all the Roman soldiers in front of them as if they were in a no-man's land.

Their eyes were red, and they roared like mad bears, they must have been given some hallucinogenic medicine, and the soldiers on the city walls frantically stabbed the mad warrior with their spears, and the blood stained the totems on his body red, and could not stop his roar and the madness of the constant rush.

"Gather together and send this beast to hell with a spear!" A centurion summoned several spearmen to lunge at one of them, and at the moment when he was about to succeed, suddenly a huge flying stone swept by, throwing the female wall in front of them along with them, and landed on the roof not far away with a scream, and the broken bricks flew sideways.

Beneath the walls of the bloody battle, a large number of Hun armies pressed in, like dark clouds falling from the sky. They were barbarians, roaring under their leader's command, as they advanced toward the walls of Thessaloniki. By this time, they no longer had any arrows passing overhead, and they advanced step by step, passing by the Hun cavalry who had stopped and kept firing arrows at Thessalonica, and came to the bottom of the city wall, where the ladders were crawling full of soldiers, and the Roman soldiers were constantly being pushed down the city wall, and each Roman who fell would make the surrounding barbarian soldiers raise their arms and shout.

On the tower of the city gate, soldiers carrying bows, arrows, and crossbows were busy going up and down, and many people fell on the stairs with excessive force.

Andrew Khan was raining down, his hands were too hard to reach the limit, he could no longer hold his ass and sat on the ground gasping for air, and soon a soldier took his place and gave him some time to rest.

"Siege engines! Siege engines of the Huns! A bow pointed out and shouted at Andrew, "They're less than fifty meters away from us!" Andrew didn't care to catch his breath, and quickly got up, and through the launch port, he clearly saw that a large number of infantry on the Hun side were pushing a siege vehicle covered with iron sheets on the top towards the city gate.

"Quick, aim at the siege engines, no, aim at the soldiers in the carts, stop them! Stop them! Andrew was in a hurry, and hurriedly patted the soldiers around him to order them to act. The soldiers who operated the scorpion crossbow were pulling the crossbow machine so hard that they were sweating profusely and panting, and their arms were bruised by the heavy exertion. They mechanically pulled the strings, loaded their crossbow arrows, and then took aim, nailing one Hun soldier after another to the pavement as they approached the city gates. However, this casualty could not stop them, and they watched the siege engines get closer and closer.

At this time, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the Roman soldiers defending the city had to endure the flying stones that would knock them away at any time and engage the Hun soldiers who were constantly climbing the walls. But Luga was not among them, because after he was knocked down, the soldiers of the guards dragged him down the wall, and in any case, Luga's safety now was related to the morale of the soldiers, and he could not afford to make any mistakes!

Also down was Areobindes, a fellow who was pale and trembling as if he were sick, and who had not recovered until now, and whose fear of the Huns had taken over his soul. It can be said that every battle on the city wall and the screams of the dead before death can make him start, sweating like rain.

"General, there are more and more enemies, and the soldiers can't hold on, then you will lose the city wall!" The officer under his command reminded Luga, who naturally knew about it, and it was the same incident that made him anxious.

"Then add the strength of a field regiment." Luga turned back and ordered loudly: "No matter what, we can't afford to lose the walls!" ”

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

The streets were crowded with soldiers carrying arrows and carrying back the wounded, but at this moment a large series of heavy footsteps sounded in the streets, and a flag-bearer followed an officer with a red tassel on his helmet running briskly, and a large crowd pushed away all the guys who stood in their way, whether they were logistics soldiers or wounded.

The archers abandoned the walls, climbed to the houses behind the walls, and used sharp and deadly arrows to teach the barbarian soldiers who climbed the walls.

"Squeak quack..."

The siege wagons were getting closer and closer, and even the soldiers on the gate tower could clearly hear the wooden moans of the siege wagons.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

Andrew cried out loudly, and he dragged two heavy hands down the gate tower with two heavy hands, and came to the chaotic city walls.

"Attila!" The officer reported to Attila, who was watching the battle: "The Roman ballistae are constantly killing your soldiers, should they be buried completely?" ”

Attila's heart was like water, calm as if nothing could shake his composure, he didn't speak, probably feeling that it was a waste of strength to speak, he just nodded slightly.

"Whew-"

Andrew was attracted by the strange sound, and when he turned around, he saw more than a dozen flying stones burning with raging flames coming and crashing into the towering tower of the city gate, and the stones with amazing lethality shook the tower, and finally the fragile stone wall could not withstand the bombardment of the stones under the layers of blows, and shattered and collapsed.

The tower groaned, slamming forward with the sound of cracking and shattering, burying the barbarian infantry in the cart below. But in the rubble and rubble, the barbarian soldiers rushed up to replace the buried barbarian soldiers, re-propelled the siege engines, and continued to move forward.

The Romans watched as they slowly advanced and were helpless, as if they could only watch the Huns' catapults crush another gatehouse. At this time, the walls were covered with rubble and corpses, but the fighting did not stop.