Remington. Thassarian raised the shield in his hand, the shield made of fine iron was enough to resist all kinds of stray arrows on the battlefield, but it could not defend against the metal and iron splashes of the fragment ammunition at this moment. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If they had a large tower shield in their hands, then the soldiers of Wendland still had a slight possibility of defense, but in their hands they had a small round shield made to facilitate melee combat.

The explosives detonated at close range delivered an astonishing impact, and the metal shards, about two inches long, were able to penetrate the weak parts of the Wendland's army shields and plunge straight into the soldiers' bodies, leaving behind a huge and horrific cavity, piercing their backs and plunging straight into the dirt.

Thassarian saw a tin sheet the size of a small thumb pass through the head of a comrade beside him, and the man with whom he had been talking and laughing a few hours ago had been passed between his eyes by shrapnel, one eye falling out directly, and the other was already a blur of flesh and blood.

Thassarian saw the huge hollow in the back of his head, red viscous liquid mixed with milky white slurry splashing on his face, making him feel a little warm on this cold winter night in Aster, and then the man with the shield lost all his strength, and his whole body collapsed like mud, falling on the mixture of snow and dirt that had been trampled on by the Wendland soldiers, and the muddy water stained his military uniform and Wendland's coat of arms, but no one noticed this.

All eyes were on overhead, and the regular shelling of the walls was like an elegy to welcome the soldiers of Wendland into the grave, and every time the cannon fire sounded, their hearts tightened, and it was foreseeable that if these soldiers survived this battlefield, the sound of the cannon would also become a nightmare that haunted them for the rest of their lives, and could not be dispersed.

Thassarian didn't think of anything so far away, he only knew how to move forward, the squad leader shouted behind him, as for what he said, the sound had long been muffled by the sound of artillery fire, and he couldn't hear it clearly, he knew that their target was the city wall over there, so now, Thassarian was only bent on rushing towards the moss-covered and snow-covered city wall.

Unlike Wendland's elite heavy cavalry units, Wendland's infantry units are almost not much different from Aster's, especially in this Eastern Front Army, they have neither the domineering musket troops of the Western Front Army, nor the dense artillery phalanx of the Central Line Army.

They attacked from the east, and unlike the frontal troops in the south, the Aster's fire coverage here was significantly smaller, but this did not prevent those shells from taking their lives, and Thassarian had heard from his squad leader that the death of one man was a great misfortune, and the death of a thousand was simply a number.

At this moment, he was the thousandth number, and Thassarian held his shield aloft and prayed in his heart to the goddess for protection and guidance through the difficult time.

"The shelling has stopped!"

I don't know who shouted this, and then the infantry phalanx, which was slowly advancing under the shelling, suddenly realized that the continuous artillery fire from before seemed to have indeed stopped.

Some of the soldiers looked up at the walls of Aster, and there seemed to be shouts of killing from the flickering fire.

Of course, they didn't know that Wendland had a secret force infiltrating the castle of Keynzburg, and they only thought that Astel had finally run out of his ammunition, and for a while, the entire eastern attacking team was a little noisy.

"Regroup, let's rush over!"

A commander, perhaps a baron, said this, and the phalanx, which had been scattered, quickly assembled, keeping a certain gap, and hastened its advance.

Astor may have really run out of their shells, but who knows? Coupled with the terrible arrows that Astor had seen with his own eyes consume dozens of people, and the exploding winds tossed him behind a rock, he swore that he would never go any further far.

But things went unexpectedly well, and Thassarian ran, crossing a trench, and he stopped, gasping for breath, but before he could think about his next move, Thassarian saw that the moss-covered gate in front of him was slowly rising.

"Hit, opened?"

Thassarian felt a little incredulous.

He was still some distance from the city gates, but he could already clearly hear the shouts of slaughter from above the city walls, and he did not understand whether there was a rebellion within Astor or if his comrades from other fronts had already breached the walls, but Thassarian had no time for this, he knew that if the gates were opened, then they would just rush into the city.

"The city gate has been breached, rush!"

The squad leader shouted, and the sound of artillery was still heard in the distance, and Thassarian saw in the sky, Wendland's cannon fire crashed into the opaque city wall, bursting with brilliant fireworks, but the wall remained unmoved, and he had no idea how to destroy it.

Sasarian drew his sword, he was less than five hundred yards from the wall, he had already seen the figure of the soldier on the wall, he saw a soldier fall from the wall, let out a terrible scream, and finally broke his neck, the whole person bent into an unnatural shape, and there was no sound.

Thassarian was overtaken by the men around him, and he saw them rush straight to the gates, but several stones quickly fell from the walls, smashing the head of one of them open, and the pink mixture flowed out, staining the snow red.

Thassarian hesitated, but soon the urging behind him sounded, and the miserable death of his companions overcame his fear, and he spread his legs and ran towards the misty walls, he did not know what was in the gates, he only knew that if he stopped where he was, he would be left with only a dead end.

"Kill!"

To embolden himself, Thassarian roared, and ran towards the open gate.

It took him some idea how long it took him to complete the five hundred yards distance, and he seemed to hear the shouts of killing on the walls of the city gradually weakening and the surroundings becoming quieter, but he didn't realize what they meant.

Then, as he finally approached the wall less than twenty yards above him, the towering wall above him, Thassarian heard a shout.

"Archer, release the arrow!"

Countless arrows burst out of the mist, and the last thing Thassarian saw was a dense phalanx of archers tightening their bowstrings. (To be continued.) )