In the forest, Zoka listened to the louder and louder bombardment behind him, and his heart was pounding. Without her urging, Black Cloud increased his speed to the limit, rushed onto a small path, and ran wildly towards his own camp.

On Mao'er Mountain, the scouts were still nervously watching the battle, where the cursed werewolf army poured through the flames, collided with the defending militia, and began the most frantic battle.

These werewolves don't know fear at all, they don't fear death at all, they have no consciousness, only bloodthirsty madness. In the face of the oncoming knives and guns, they neither dodged nor parried, but directly collided with them, allowing the blades to penetrate their bodies, cutting off the heads of their opponents under the horrified eyes of the militiamen, and then howling and pounced on the next one.

Such a frantic battle mode, not to mention the militia, even the most elite regular army is difficult to resist, and the defense line of several thousand people only lasted a minute before completely crumbling. The militiamen screamed and cried and fled in all directions, completely unoriented, giving their backs to the bloodthirsty beasts.

Seeing this scene, on the west hill of Mao'er Mountain, Vincent Godfrey closed his eyes in pain, and on the opposite side of the east mountain, the scouts also sighed, these ordinary people are finished. Once the infantry group has ceded its back to the enemy, it will never be able to turn back, and can only run to death.

When two armies engage in battle, it is generally not easy to use infantry groups to fight hand-to-hand unless one side feels that it has an absolute advantage and is ready to fight the battle. The militia certainly had no advantage over the cursed werewolf army, but what could they do?

"Shouldn't we do something?" Trist turned back to Rebecca and shouted, and the other three female soldiers also looked at their captain with resolute eyes.

Without much hesitation, after thinking for a second, Rebecca nodded heavily, and the five of them descended from the treetops at the same time, and immediately five horses rushed out of the mountain, and pounced on the wall of Greymane.

They lined up in a line and, as they galloped, took a thin rope from the saddle with an anchor hook at the top, and put it on a stiff bow.

"Drive!"

Rebecca took the lead, let out a loud shout, and opened her bow to the top, aiming at the top of the wall. The war horse neighed, got up with four hooves and accelerated desperately, straight to the base of the wall.

Taking advantage of the extreme speed of that moment, Rebecca released the bowstring with her hook hand, and the anchor hook arrow connected to the rope flew towards the wall with a "buzz", and the thin rope was violently shaken, whipping the air "crackling". The remaining four soldiers shot arrows like her, and the five ropes scurried upwards almost simultaneously.

When it is long!

The anchor hook flew over the parapet wall with a crisp crashing sound, and the five of them immediately jumped up, grabbed the rope and swung towards the high wall. They climbed up quickly in mid-air, and by the time their feet reached the wall, they had already gone up more than halfway, and with a single kick, the 30-meter-high wall was already under their feet.

"Prepare for battle!" Rebecca shouted a command, and before she could stop her body, she had already pounced on the other side of the wall, and the longbow in her hand was open to the bottom, pointing diagonally downward.

Unexpectedly, before she could see the situation below, a feathered arrow shot at the door of her face, and she quickly turned to the side and used her bow to open the arrow.

"My own people!" Rebecca screamed down and pointed the arrow downward.

There was a hunter below who was riding the second arrow, and he was stunned when he heard it, "We, will there be reinforcements?" ”

Before he finished speaking, Rebecca's pupils shrank on the city, and a fierce light appeared, and he released the bowstring, and the feather arrow "snapped" and went straight to the top of the hunter's head, so frightened that he involuntarily shrank his neck.

The feather arrow grazed the top of his head, and the hunter first felt a chill on the top of his head, and then there was a sound behind him like defeating the leather - Du!

Frightened, he looked back and saw a cursed werewolf holding the blade in his hand high, motionless, the feathered arrow nailed to his brow, piercing through his head.

Poof.

The werewolf fell to the ground, and the hunter looked into the distance, only to see countless cursed werewolves rushing over like a tide, and his face turned pale. The Wall of Greymane had been broken through more than half, and if it was interrupted by the Cursed Werewolf, it would be all over.

This is the southeasternmost corner of the high wall, and they have led almost all the people to evacuate here, there is no way to retreat, if they can't rush out, the consequences are unimaginable!

"Assemble all under the wall!" There was a thunderous shout in the distance, and it was Vincent Goldfrey who rushed towards him, and when he heard this shout, the panicked people immediately ran under the wall from all sides.

Rebecca looked from a high place and saw tens of thousands of people fanning inward, dodging the cursed werewolves who had been culled all the way, and the screams and screams resounded in the sky.

The children were held by adults, whether they belonged or not, and the elderly and wounded were so unable to take care of them that they were abandoned to the ground, struggling and wailing.

There is a mother who throws her child to her husband, and she clung to the leg of the cursed werewolf, and finally gets pierced through the heart by a sharp claw. In order not to drag down their children, some old mothers grabbed their heads for self-determination.

There were dead people everywhere, panicked trampling everywhere, and it was such a chaotic situation that even the avenging scouts who had experienced a terrible battle could not see it. No matter how fierce they fought before, it was also a contest between soldiers, how could they have ever seen such a crazy massacre against civilians?!

"Shoot!"

Rebecca gritted her teeth and roared, firing an angry arrow first, followed by four of her men, firing their bows and firing them.

There were only five of them, and each of them carried only forty arrows, so they couldn't kill many werewolves at all, but fortunately, the people gathered more and more under the wall, and finally a tight line of defense was naturally formed. Vincent Goldfrey stood at the forefront with a sword and shield in hand, slashing bravely, and the common people, who had no way out, were driven into a state of madness, launched a desperate counterattack, and finally blocked the army of cursed werewolves.

These usually docile people, now almost no different from werewolves, ignore their wounds, and desperately smash them with the rudimentary weapons in their hands, and when the weapons crash, they pounce on them and pinch them with their hands and bite them with their teeth. Everywhere, humans and werewolves can be seen hugging each other and rolling down to the dust, biting each other desperately, gouging out each other's eyes, and everyone seems to have turned into wild beasts.

The junction of the two armies is like a row of soldering irons, and the lives of people on both sides are instantaneous, and there is not a single intact corpse.

Knock knock!

The walls shook non-stop, and the masters were also in a state of madness at this time, but their targets were cold and merciless walls. The rubble that was knocked down was immediately picked up by the people in the rear formation, and when they could not reach the enemy, they smashed it with these stones, panting and venting their grief and anger in their hearts, and thousands of stones were as dense as a torrential rain.

But the fire over there was getting weaker and weaker, and more werewolves were killed, and the attack front was getting wider and thicker.

"Where are you soldiers?" Lord Vincent Godfrey shouted as he fought.

Rebecca finally stopped shooting, leaned on the battlements and shouted down, "We are the Shushan Revenge Legion in the Arashi Basin, the 10th Scout Squad, please provide us with arrows."

Hearing her words, there was no need to give orders, and dozens of people below immediately began to run against the high wall and threw out the arrow boxes with great force. The five scouts felt black in front of them, and a large number of arrow boxes were thrown against the wall, scattering a field of feather arrows.

The five of them are skilled in archery, and almost every arrow can kill a cursed werewolf, and the people below trust them.

The common people didn't know what the "Shushan Revenge Army" was, and of course Vincent Godfrey and the warriors who attacked the city walls would not be so ignorant, they were stunned at first when they heard this, and then they couldn't help but be excited.

It is impossible for the scouts to act alone, and since the scout troops from the Arathi Basin have appeared here, their main force must not be far away!

"Hold on, everybody!" Vincent Godfrey's voice, which had been calm, suddenly trembled, and he shouted excitedly: "The army of the Arathi Basin is nearby, and will soon come to our aid!"

At this time, everyone understood, the legendary army of the Arathi Basin with unparalleled combat power is nearby, no! Part of them has arrived, and now they are fighting side by side with everyone at the top of the wall, saved!

"Kill!"

All the people suddenly burst out at the same time, tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, and the sound shook the sea of fire on the opposite side for a "sudden" tremble, and the forward of the crowd who was tightly pressed under the high wall suddenly began to rise, and rolled back like a wave against the werewolf army. (To be continued.) )