"Everyone, pay attention, the arrows in the city are not stockpiled enough, try not to leave them empty, one for each enemy is enough, so you can save a little!" A slightly shrill shout suddenly came down from the high castle tower, and a man dressed in brilliant colors waved and shouted, and a burst of laughter suddenly broke out, and the tense atmosphere was immediately relieved.

At this moment, the sound of a dull cowhide drum began to sound.

Although they are called barbarians, their actions are all organized. Under the command of the drums, a large number of barbarian soldiers spread out in an orderly manner, forming a huge phalanx, and in the first row were soldiers holding huge wooden shields.

I examined my equipment, a piece of chain mail, an iron shield, a Semitic scimitar, a bow, and an unknown number of arrows, in addition to dozens of boulders barely worthy of weapons. "Alright, the battle begins, and the gods are with me!" I pondered for a moment, and placed the arrow on the bowstring.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock Knock...... "As the drums became more and more dense, the pace of the barbarian soldiers increased significantly....... When the drums sounded like the hooves of galloping horses, the terrifying roar resounded throughout the battlefield, like the neighing of wolves, and countless barbarians pressed the city from three sides.

The first wave of bows and arrows flew out in a haphazard manner, drawing fragmentary arcs in mid-air, and the barbarian soldiers holding huge shields stepped on the arrows that had fallen from exhaustion, and they had already rushed to the city wall, and the sharp whistling sound rang in my ears. I had never seen this battle before, and I was dazed, holding an arrow in my daze, and my eyes scanned the surroundings, and everywhere there were distracted soldiers, looking at the barbarian warriors who were surging like ants with fear on their faces.

"Don't panic, the enemy hasn't climbed to the top of the city yet!" The officers shouted, "Hot oil ready!" ”

I no longer had time to listen to the "teachings" of the officers, and a ladder was placed under my nose, and the hideous face was imprinted in my eyes.

"Whoosh!" An arrow flew out, hitting the front door of the first barbarian, and the barbarian soldier fell upside down in the sky, and after spilling a bead of blood, he fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The archer was a young man, with the green eyes peculiar to the Wind Clan, his face was full of scars, and he looked at me with a cold gaze for a long time, and then raised his hand to shoot another arrow, and a barbarian soldier who had just climbed to the top of the city snorted and fell into the city wall, where blood-colored flowers bloomed in front of me.

The strong smell of blood irritated my nerves, and I quickly caught the arrow, pulled the string and shot, the arrow swept a short distance, and did not enter the chest of an enemy, this was the first person to die at my hands, and it would have been shocking if it were an ordinary peace, but now I did not and could not have this time, and less than a minute later, another barbarian stuck my arrow in his forehead.

The hot oil fell, the battlefield suddenly filled the battlefield with a scorched stench, and countless humanoid fireballs wailed and rolled under the walls, mixed with falling corpses, and I knew so clearly what hell was like. The first wave of attacks was quickly repulsed, and instead of launching a second wave immediately, the enemy retreated half a mile and temporarily stationed.

The city was littered with corpses, and the blood pooled into a stream, bubbling in the setting sun. In this attack, the opponent was only tentative, and no less than a thousand corpses had been dropped, and the real decisive battle really didn't know what kind of Shura prison realm it was.

The city was filled with wailings, and although our losses were far less than those of the enemy, more than 100 men were killed and nearly 1,000 wounded. I wiped the dirt off my face, glanced around, Magula was full of food in front of her, gobbling it up, occasionally looking up at me, and then bowed her head and said, "Why don't you want to be a full ghost." "Swallow whatever you can eat faster.

I sighed, and in the blink of an eye, I saw the Wind Clan sitting alone on the battlement wall, looking out at the enemy camp in the distance.

"Thank you!" I sat down next to him, I said.

The Wind Clan looked at me indifferently and said coldly, "No need, I didn't help you with anything." I did not say a word, but followed his gaze and looked into the distance of the enemy camp. The barbarians were erecting fences and spurs, and seemed unprepared for a night battle.

"Looks like we can get a good night's sleep tonight." I jumped off the wall and sighed, "Lie down for a while." ”

A flash flashed in the WindClan's eyes, "Is that really the case?" He slowly closed his eyes, and almost at the same time, the command to pay attention to vigilance was conveyed.

night

The evening breeze gently brushed my face, and there were only a few stars in the sky, indicating that tomorrow would be bad weather again, but at least it would make tomorrow's attack less violent. Now the only hope is to live two more days, and as for surviving, just thinking about the tens of thousands of barbarians out there, I know it's just a dream.

Suddenly, there was a strange rustle in the murmur of mosquitoes, and one of the night watchmen beside me stood up and peered down into the darkness of the castle.

"Whoosh-"

Then there was a terrible scream, and the soldier had a bright axe on his forehead, which shook and fell beside me, and the bright red blood slid down his cheek and splattered on the ground, ticking like a death knell to my heart.

After standing there for a long time, a fierce shout unconsciously erupted from my mouth: "Enemy attack-"

The silent city swirled into a chaotic current for a moment.

"Howl!" A brute swooped down on the wall almost in the air, and I hurriedly raised my iron shield. There was a loud bang, and I only felt a numbness in my left hand, and the brute slammed straight into the iron shield, and immediately collapsed to the ground. A knife slashed into his chest, and a stream of blood spurted straight into my face, and before I could wipe it, another brute had already appeared on the wall.

"Magura, go and inform the city!" I had to shout loudly that the situation at the head of the wall was getting more and more critical, and Magura knew that the situation was serious, and after driving away several of the brutes with a single sword, she rushed down the city.

The enemy surged more and more, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of barbarian soldiers. The iron shield was already covered with marks, even the scimitar was full of chips, and the blood almost covered my feet. The scimitar slashed at one of the brute, and the man's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange brilliance, and he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the knife, and almost at the same time, brute soldiers appeared on both sides, and both hand axes slashed at the same time, until this moment, I really smelled death......

A knife was quickly thrown into the chest of one of them, and when another axe slashed through the air, a black shadow appeared in front of me, and with a crisp "ding", I saw a brute fall to the ground limply.

Golden armor!