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The wide trench had been filled with corpses and a large amount of earth that had fallen down, and the noduled rampart had been cut off almost in half, and the slope had been shaken a few feet forward, and the road was littered with bloody and white fragments of corpses, mixed with scorched earth.

In the trenches and breastwork on three sides, the dog's foot wood, and the drum trenches, the elite of the Tarsus Guardian Army, holding battle flags, stepped on the rugged terrain like a tide, and stormed upward.

Soon they were jammed, fighting with the remnants of the Nova defenders along the walls.

The bridge leading to the city was either destroyed or removed, which means that the group of guards on the side of the wall refused to fight with the fighting spirit of death.

But their combat skills and armor are not as good as Gawain's ascending and choosing the fronts, when their spear tips and axes rain down on the opponent's body, they find that the opponent's chest armor is as bright as a mirror, with a slight arc, and the hands, feet, and shoulders are covered with ring-shaped strip armor, coupled with the shield cover, it is extremely difficult to kill the opponent alone.

On the opposite side, the soldiers of the Red Hand Brigade of Gao Wenfang, the Brigade of the Gemaggis, and the Guardian Brigade (Atretis all fought for them, sweeping the passage first, and then this group of elite soldiers ascended) gradually ascended, killing the remaining defenders on the edge of the city one by one with extreme cruelty, and the whole atmosphere was full of despair.

By the middle of the day, all the defenders on the corner bulks had been killed or captured, and the eastern and southern walls had been captured by the border people.

After the newly built new wall in the city, the earthen baskets and gabions piled up, the abandoned Meriselos already understood what the end was waiting for him in the end, he stood with the 800 new army soldiers who stood behind the new wall, protecting the light cannon, holding the spear, looking at the corner tower and pheasant moat that were soaked in blood and fire more than 100 feet in front of him, and waited for the enemy to break in, inflict serious damage on him, and then fight fiercely with his white blade until he died.

Aid is no longer possible, and we must shed our last drop of blood in this city to gain precious time for Gallipoli and the imperial capital to prepare for war.

The people of the city, on the other hand, were reluctant to die, lamenting why they had fallen victim to the clash of powers, and no one cared about their fate: thousands of desperate people fled from their posts in stone throwers, oil refineries, etc., and rushed out of the west gate of the city in a tidal wave, where the soldiers who were there did not stop them. As the crowd ran blindly down the river below Mount Olympus, they were confronted by the Tarsus sailors who had landed on the shore.

There were about 1,500 sailors ashore, and they first scuttled more than a dozen "skuas" and blocked the river horizontally. Dozens of more ships were towed, turned over and filled with sediment, and makeshift fortifications were erected to monitor the western side of Prussa.

After all, a ship like the "Skuas" is not worth anything at all, according to Andreev's calculations, with sixty manpower, it only takes a week to build one.

When they saw the sailors fleeing the people, they thought that the enemy troops in the city had broken through, so they all knelt behind the "ship fortifications" and fired fire guns and bows and arrows in rows, and countless people were killed, their bodies fell into the water, and rushed down the river to the front of the "blockade line".

As soon as the words fell, the city of Prusa, in the distance, suddenly seemed to be a person, bouncing up from the burning felt mat, and brilliant black smoke and fire roared and rolled up.

Because after clearing the fortifications of Fort Spectacle and Fort Half Moon in Waiguo, the miners of Tronzak quickly dug through the lower part of the bulous rampart, and then pushed in four "blasting carts" to stick to the wall in the southeast corner of Plausa, and then detonated.

The wall of Prussia on the other side was directly pierced through a large gap nearly a hundred feet wide, and the fierce blasting air carried countless rubble and smashed into the new wall where Meriselos was stationed, and more than a dozen New Army soldiers who showed their faces were immediately cut off their heads.

When the smoke cleared, the spearmen of the Red Hand Brigade took the lead, leaping out of the trenches, carrying large scarlet infantry spears, and marching to the rhythm of flutes into the gap after being blasted.

In front of them, however, was a new wall of transverse blocks, underneath which were earthwork blocks with planks, gabions, and baskets, and in the middle were light artillery emplacements.

"Fight back!" Mericelos waved.

All the light artillery, muskets, and bows and arrows swept across the new wall, and more than thirty red-handed soldiers were immediately killed and wounded, and the rest of the experienced sergeants immediately carried or dragged their wounded companions on their backs, and quickly withdrew in whole formation.

"Continue to dig the gun position, drag the mortar over and bombard!" Branas and Leotius, who were overseeing the battle at the front, were furious and gave this order.

The shooters lined up again and engaged the defenders on the wall, while the miners and craftsmen behind them began to dig pits and clear the passages.

At dusk, the three heavy mortillants were pulled to the new emplacements and aimed at the new wall, which Tetisius had painstakingly constructed.

After a few rounds of bombardment, the new wall was smashed and broken, and it could no longer stand it.

The vital forces of the Guardians captured the wall, and Meriselos and the remnants retreated down the street into the city's central church, where the Guardians pierced the walls with sledgehammers and ramsticks, and the rest of the Red-Hand soldiers lined up to chase after Merichelos.

In the churches and houses on both sides of the street, there were soldiers of the New Army who rushed out with their swords after throwing fires, and without shouting, they fought with the white-edged soldiers who rushed at them.

The inky night, the crimson fire, the streets of Prussa seemed to be silent except for the dense sound of sword fighting.

Soon after, the victorious Red Hand soldiers marched through the corpses and blood of the Nova Army, and finally surrounded the church. Then 300 Tarsus's forbidden soldiers arrived with feathers, and they burst in from all sides with halberds, killing not a single remnant of the more than 100 remnants of the new army under Meriseros.

The white Plausa and Olympus fell, and in fact it lasted only a day after the general assault began, under the onslaught of heavy mortars and carts.

Here, John's new army, though extremely brave and brave, was completely annihilated, and only 500 men were captured. And the inhabitants of Prusa who were finally recaptured did not exceed 3,000 still alive.

In the corresponding long (in fact, it is not very long compared to this era) siege battle, the Tarsus Guardian Army mobilized a total of five brigades and several border militia troops in the border fortress area, and dispatched a large number of Skua light ships to block the mouth of the sea, in the battle casualties on all fronts nearly 3,500 people, it can be said that they won a brilliant victory but also suffered considerable losses.