The "Iron Rock" quarrel was quickly quelled, and the end result was that nothing happened that night, like the calm before the storm.

Until the dark night sky is re-lit, and the morning light slowly dispels the darkness.

The camp of the Northern Frontier Alliance was bustling again, and the soldiers who had not slept enough got up scolding, and each was given a long stick of hard black bread, a small piece of air-dried meat the size of a palm, and, to his surprise, a small glass of ale.

For the vast majority of soldiers from poor families, this breakfast was the most hearty they had in the year.

Havelock knew very well what these low-level people wanted, and a simple meal soothed the resentment in their hearts.

After eating and drinking enough, facing the morning sunrise, amid the roar of the officers, the soldiers took up their weapons, lined up in a loose formation, and stepped onto the battlefield.

On the other side, the tall city wall between the two mountain peaks is crowded with people, and green figures are everywhere.

The greenskins of the Broken Claw Tribe didn't sleep either.

When dry firewood meets a raging fire, it ignites at one point.

According to the results of yesterday's draw, the coalition forces were led by the "Duchy of Borosca" and two other independent towns, led by the lordship of the former, Viscount Bokan, with a total of more than 2,000 people, most of whom were ordinary infantry armed with swords, shields and spears, and a small number of archers.

The latter, along with the other lords' ranged troops, covered the charging infantry.

Most of these hapless soldiers were listless, and although they had a good night's sleep last night, if they could, they would rather swap with the yawning guys behind them so that they could at least live a little longer.

The veterans desperately told the young people around them that the heaviest losses in the siege were the soldiers of the first wave of attack, without exception.

What is even more tragic is that even if they know that the road in front of them leads to hell, they can only obey and accept the tragic fate that befalls them.

This is the "Frontier Prince's Domain", and if he wants to live, he must obey the orders of the lord, just as he must obey the rules of the lottery.

Everyone knows that taking the lead is a thankless job, especially for these lords, the soldiers under their command are the only capital they have to survive in troubled times, but there is no way, if Bocan dares to escape, then the outcome of this war is not known for the time being, but the end of the "Duchy of Borosca" is already doomed.

After the end of the war, everyone will send troops as soon as possible to bulldoze and divide up his territory.

Sometimes the high lords are no different from the lowly peasants, they are puppets bound by fate.

Although it was extremely depressing, fortunately, the honorable Viscount Bokan didn't have to go out in person, he just had to stand behind and watch.

So when he saw that his subordinates were demoralized, he didn't think about boosting morale - in his opinion, the best outcome would be for everyone to rush up and make a show, die a little bit, and finally retreat, and as for the rest, leave it to the wise and martial Haverock.

In this way, the attacking soldiers staggered and rushed towards the towering walls with ramsticks and siege ladders.

Long before the coalition forces began to assemble, Havelock had built a batch of siege equipment, and thanks to a dense forest not far outside the "Arsenal Fort", he could use local materials.

His preparation proved to be very necessary, because the "Iron Rock" was close to the "Badlands", and although it was not devoid of grass, the nearby woods were sparse and short, and the equipment made can be imagined.

This detailed arrangement has also won him some praise and support.

Since humans came to this "land of chaos", most of the time they have been on the defensive side, and in the face of the endless attacks of the greenskins, they have more or less some experience in defending the city, on the contrary, attacking the strongholds of the greenskins is the first time for most people.

Not to mention that the walls in front of them were beyond most of their imagination.

Many people didn't believe that the green mushrooms could build a masonry wall, but it turned out that the outer walls of "Steel Rock" were not only tall, but also stronger than they thought.

If there were not enough siege equipment, at least half of the people present would turn around and go home.

Siege warfare is not won by numbers alone.

The siege equipment prepared by Havelock in advance greatly increased everyone's confidence.

In this way, there was no impassioned speech, no imposing music, and with the flustered footsteps, the war began.

Under the cover of a rain of arrows, the coalition soldiers lined up in several loose horizontal arrays, holding small round shields, and slowly rushed towards the city wall more than ten meters above the ground.

However, in the face of the towering walls, the arrows fired by the archers from the bottom up were greatly reduced, and many of them could not reach the enemies on the walls at all.

As a sacred place in the hearts of all green skins, the walls of "Steel Rock" have long since reached the height of four or five stories after hundreds of years of continuous repair.

In contrast, the blue brick wall of "Thunder Cliff", which the stone is proud of, is only about ten meters.

However, the latter should be more robust.

After all, the green skin is taller, bigger, and more aaagh! It's hard to expect them to have quality assurance, especially goblin kids, it's impossible not to cheat and cheat.

However, in any case, this wall is indeed tall enough for the human alliance, and many lords are very skeptical that they can win this siege battle after seeing it with their own eyes, and there are many people waiting to see Havelock's jokes.

Under the gaze of various eyes, the coalition soldiers quickly entered the range of the Greenskins, and immediately suffered casualties.

With the blessing of the geographical advantage, the condescending goblin archers are mighty and unscrupulously pour ammunition in their hands.

On the human side, although the sword and shield soldiers who rushed to the front were all sword and shield soldiers, holding the wooden shield high above their heads, there were always unlucky eggs who were shot in a certain part of the body, and once they were injured, they fell to the ground with a pale face and foamed at the mouth, and they could no longer get up.

After a long period of research by the night goblins, the "Broken Claw Tribe" archers are now equipped with more powerful poisons than before, and if their physique is a little worse, they will almost see blood and seal their throats.

Arrows roared like deadly serpents, leaving the coalition soldiers with no choice but to lunge forward with all their suffocating strength, while shouting the name of the Grim Reaper, praying that He would not come upon them.

But Moore didn't seem to hear them, and the coalition casualties were mounting and increasing, and Havelock was still like a sculpture, expressionless, in stark contrast to the thunderous Viscount Bokan on the side.

Fortunately, this one-sided situation did not last long, and when the soldiers who rushed to the front were only ten meters away from the city wall, the commander of the coalition army waved his hand, and surrounded by a group of "Arsenal Fort" soldiers and craftsmen, several big guys were pushed out.

The coalition troops, whose morale was somewhat low, suddenly burst into cheers, as if they had suddenly seen the dawn of victory.

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