Black smoke covers the sun, and the drums of war are ringing!

With the sound of desolate trumpets and the smoke and dust on the grassland, after half a month, the centaur army surrounding the Thousand Tent City finally launched an offensive around the fortress again.

The last silence was shattered by the roar of iron horsemen, and the panic was heightened by the scarcity of soldiers and heralds as they scurried back and forth between the walls and towers, their stumbling footsteps and shouting.

The bloodied Boi warriors sat silently around the walls, wiping their spears and sabers, while the refugees hiding in the fortresses and cellars were terrified, and the cries of children and the wails of the old and wounded were mixed with the occasional loud noise outside the fortress.

"They... Again?"

A young man in armor with disheveled hair walked up to the city wall, surrounded by guards, his blood-stained face with deep worry and fear, and even holding on to the wall to keep his legs from falling down.

Despite this, the guards and warriors on the city walls were still respectful to the young man and did not dare to slack off.

"Any news about Uncle Seth... What about Master Haringvan Ashmai, or my grandfather, Laszló Varna?"

"Unfortunately, no. A general standing behind him stepped forward and looked down at the lonely young man: "After Count Seth Braha successfully broke through, the centaurs completely blocked the last path, Master Bello Varna. ”

"Really?"

The young man nodded, the situation was not unexpected, and Belo Varna walked to the edge of the parapet and looked out of the city with his tired gaze.

Billowing black smoke covered the sky and the sun, covering every corner of the fortress, encircling the Thousand Tents, and the centaur warriors could be seen galloping wildly everywhere in sight.

Looking at the scene outside the city that seemed to be glimpsed only in hell, Belo Varner snapped his eyes shut, trying to suppress his fear and calm himself as calmly as possible.

That's right, it's a battle that's destined to be lost.

Compared to the enemies outside the city, despite the best efforts of him and the people around him, an atmosphere of despair still spread irrepressibly inside the city.

But this is not because the people in the Thousand Hordes are too weak, but they know very well how irreversible the situation they are facing!

Four men against forty men may be able to gain some advantage through coordination and terrain, but when that number grows, it becomes four hundred against four thousand, four thousand against forty thousand...... It is unlikely that the situation will be reversed.

Especially after Seth Braha led the cavalry to break through the siege, the city of a thousand hordes also lost the last thousand hussars, and could only watch as the villages and towns and camps outside the city were turned into ruins of corpses and bones by centaurs one after another in the flames and slaughter!

After nearly three months of bloody fighting, there were only more than 3,000 scarred remnants left in the Thousand Tent City, and the weapons were so worn out that only three soldiers could get a saber and five soldiers shared a horned bow.

After talking to the veterans, Belo Varna concentrated most of the veterans in the city, leaving only a few sentries and engineers operating the defense equipment on each wall.

On the one hand, because the redundant troops are useless, and the scattered arrangement will only be broken by each one; on the other hand, once the city is broken, the main force of the city defense can still have the last chance to fight to the death.

"Woo——————!!!!"

With the sound of a desolate trumpet, the smoke and dust rolled up by tens of thousands of centaurs rolled and surged like a dark tide, approaching the gates of the Thousand Tents at an extremely terrifying speed.

The black tide was getting closer, and the dull roar was getting louder and louder.

Bello Varna froze in shock, watching the "waves" coming from all sides—the centaurs had never organized a siege of this magnitude in the past two months.

Just a hundred paces away from the city walls, the centaurs had even erected dozens of trebuchets - just over the past two months, half of the towers of the Thousand Tents had been reduced to rubble by these "huge toys".

Is this going to make a desperate gamble and break the city in one fell swoop?!

"They're going to attack——!"

With a loud bang that shook the earth, the generals behind Belo Varna hurriedly dragged him back from the city walls, shouting hoarsely: "Prepare for defense, prepare for defense——!"

Panic erupted on the walls, and only the veterans could stand unhurriedly at their posts, waving their fists and sword hilts to interrupt the prayers and cries of the recruits with the most brutal means.

In the midst of this chaos, Belo Varna, who had barely regained his composure, also began to fulfill his duties as a blood relative of the duke: "Calm down!

"Trust your robes, trust your spears and knives!" Swallowing hard, Bello Varna cried out:

"You stand on the walls of the Thousand Tents, our ancestors built her, our fathers guarded her - are you ready to throw down your weapons and flee for your lives, or are you like our fathers?!"

"Count Seth Braha has gone to Byrne to ask for reinforcements, the hussars of the House of Jonah have assembled at Grand Poi, and the army of your duke, my grandfather Laszló Varna, is on its way!" his voice was not majestic, but impassioned:

"Brothers, hold on to the end! Let the centaur barbarians who slaughtered our relatives and our brethren pay for their blood and blood!"

"Blood Debt and Blood Payment————————!!!!"

In the midst of the tragic shouts, the soldiers on the city wall finally regained their composure and order amid the roaring sound of iron horses.

Bello Varna finally breathed a sigh of relief, although his expression still carried a hint of loneliness that could not be concealed.

His grandfather, Laszló Varna, is uncertain and knows where he is, and Byrne in the south is still in chaos, and no one knows when a new duke will be elected.

As for the House of Jonah... I'm afraid that only when the city is broken will Salika Jonah gladly come, like a savior, to take back the city of a thousand hordes from the hands of the centaurs, right?

No one knows when the so-called "reinforcements" will come... It won't even come.

Despite this, Belo Varna was able to fight his spirits and gathered his army under the walls, ready to fight the siege centaurs to the death.

Only by holding on to the City of a Thousand Hordes can he wash away the shame of his crushing defeat at the hands of the Centaurs and the shame of his grandfather and the whole Boi in crisis.

"Ballista Strike——!"

The sentinel's exclamation sent Bello back sharply, but before he could regain his senses, he saw a large black shadow rushing towards him.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

The explosion shook everyone's eardrums, and it sounded like the whole world was going to collapse!

The trembling walls made Bello unsteady on his feet, and if it weren't for the generals behind him who dragged him to death the whole time, he didn't let him be smashed into meat sauce directly by the oncoming stone cannons.

When he barely stood on his feet, he saw a huge pit in the watchtower above him, half of the parapet wall had been crushed, and the ballistas and engineers on the wall were gone, leaving only a blood-stained ruin.

At the same time, there was a more violent roar all around, and huge white smoke continued to rise on the city wall, and the solid wall was pitted, and the outermost parapet even collapsed, revealing the mountain rock inside the wall.

In the past two months or so of siege, the centaurs have also bombarded the walls of the Thousand Tents with trebuchets, but almost all of them have been indiscriminate shots without any accuracy, and there are more elements of threat and courage;

And today, although it is equally messy, it is all bombarded in the same direction.

Could it be... Are they going to blast open the gates with trebuchets?

As soon as this strange thought flashed through his mind, Belo Varna suddenly woke up and immediately grabbed the shoulders of the general behind him:

"Disperse the army at the city gate, these centaur barbarians are going to ......"

As he spoke, a loud bang accompanied by a vibration suddenly rose from under the city walls.

The gates of the city have been smashed open!