From the third round onwards, it becomes smaller bricks, each weighing tens of kilograms, and the regular and sleek shape is also more conducive to rolling in the crowd.

Their targets were never just humans, but large pieces of wood and iron nailed together, and huge bricks smashed into several arrow towers, causing them to collapse with a bang, and the steppe people on top screamed and fell to the ground, and then smashed into a puddle of mud.

Five or six shield carts were also smashed through the thick wooden cover, and half of the hundreds of steppe people hiding under them died before they could react.

Compared with ladders and arrow towers, this thing is more threatening, not only is the bow and arrow difficult to damage, it can safely send a large number of steppe people to the city, and it can also be stacked up layer by layer like building blocks, forming a slope, which lowers the height of the city wall in disguise.

And once these things cross the baseline of 200 meters, the ballista that has lost its angle of fire has no place to fight, and can only be allowed to slowly push it down the city.

So now is the best time to focus on them, even if the hit rate at this distance is really not high.

Although so many years have passed, the Ward people have never really understood why the steppe people have such a huge obsession with westward expansion.

In their eyes with scarce manpower, it seems that it is impossible to easily waste millions of young adults every year.

Until the steppe people were 1,200 meters away from the city wall, the crossbow guns set up at the head of the city were also powerful, compared to the face of the trebuchet, the accuracy of these five-meter-long crossbow guns was much higher, I dare not say that they could kill one every time, but the hit rate was as high as eighty percent.

This is all because the operators are all veterans of more than fifteen years, and their masterful archery skills are completely honed little by little by relying on time and the lives of the steppe people.

In less than 800 meters, more than 30 arrow towers and 40 shield carts were destroyed, and at least 60% were killed.

It's a pity that it can still reach eighty percent at the beginning of the war, and with the decrease in the number of siege crossbows and the loss of experienced veteran marksmen, this proportion has dropped very much, and maybe tomorrow it will be as low as fifty percent.

Just then, Sean heard the whooshing sound of something flying overhead, followed by the sound of crashing and screaming.

This is the steppe people's siege crossbow, the volume is only half of the bed crossbow used to defend the city, and the weight is two-thirds lighter.

The advantage of this is that it is light enough, even with the weak physique of the steppe people, it will not be too burdensome, and it is fast to move, but the disadvantage is that the range is much shorter, and the power is not satisfactory.

More than 200 bodies were lined up on the position 500 meters away, and the rain of guns poured uninterruptedly on the city walls.

A siege crossbow was shot and the bowstring was broken, and the severed crossbow spear knocked the two soldiers next to him flying, and they fell to the ground.

A civilian who had just been replaced was shocked by the spectacular sight of 100,000 people attacking the city in front of him, and his hands and feet stiffened, completely forgetting the reminder of the instructor before coming up, and his head and half of his shoulder were shot off by a crossbow gun more than two meters long.

The mutilated corpses and heavy rain of blood poured on the other warriors, and the old warriors wiped their face armor indifferently, while the recruits were so frightened that they screamed and jumped to their feet.

As a result, the quick-eyed veteran grabbed his arm and pressed him under him and couldn't move, so he could only vent his fear hysterically.

If such a recruit were in peacetime, he would have been thrown off the city wall by a veteran with his broken arm and rebuilt, but now every soldier is precious.

Shout as hard as you can, and for a day on this hellish wall, they will all transform into brave warriors, disregarding life and death.

Another civilian was frightened by the severed hand that fell on his head and ran down the city, only to be slashed by Matthew, who was guarding there.

This was the eleventh deserter he had killed in three days, and there was one guy he even knew, the Richie Candy Store in the Third District.

He had gone there to buy the designated rainbow finger candy for his two precious daughters, and the chubby little fellow had served him very well at the time, only to meet again in such a tragic end.

Vaughn, a deputy squadron leader and a veteran, followed Matthew from the Eastern Front to the Southern Front, and from the Southern Front back to Gokan City alive.

More than a dozen escapes from death made him feel that his life was really hard, but this time he felt very bad, because this time the number of grassland people was too large, and the preparation was too sufficient, so full that it was not like the grassland people should be.

The pressure of more than 2 million people gathered under one wall and scattered across four lines of defense is completely different, and these steppe wolves look taller and stronger than those outside the Red Moon Pass.

The most important thing is that there are fewer and fewer veterans who fought side by side with him, and now there are only 15 old guys left in his squadron.

There were 16 more yesterday, but Turner lost an arm of his own to save a recruit.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be so kind, life and death on the battlefield, the most important point is not to drag down his comrades, and don't care too much about those stupid recruits, until they prove that they are not stupid and sissy, they are not really their own people.

But it can't be helped, who let that recruit be Turner's own nephew, even for the sake of his widowed sister-in-law, he has no choice, so the price of an arm is nothing, cheap that bastard.

Unfortunately, his nephew still died, and just this morning, in a hurry, he forgot to put on his helmet, and was cut by a steppe man in the neck, and his thin body fell to the ground and twitched slightly.

Vaughn didn't feel sorry for his comrades, he was surrounded by four prairie people at that time, and he couldn't pull away at all.

But it doesn't matter, he has a very bad feeling, I'm afraid he won't be able to get off the city wall today, so it doesn't matter whether he confesses or not.

Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the young man's beautiful short black hair under him, thought about it, took off his helmet, and put it on the young man's head.

He couldn't understand whether these young people were afraid of death or not, and why none of them liked to wear helmets.

This is the youngest son of the devil instructor when he enlisted in the army for training, when he was a recruit, the young people of the entire recruit regiment were very afraid of the smiling tiger with a good face and an evil heart, and they were tortured by him.

Even Vaughn had thought that he would wake up and find a chance to come back and chop up that bastard.

But before his great ideal could be realized, he was caught in a landslide during a training session, and if it weren't for the devil instructor who saved him and another recruit, maybe he wouldn't be where he is now, and he wouldn't have a four-year-old daughter and a two-and-a-half-year-old fat son.

It's a pity that the instructor's leg was crushed, and even if he was cured, he left sequelae, so he had no choice but to retire and go to work as a private instructor for the little son of his own division.

When he and the recruit went to thank them with gifts, the fat man with black hair, sitting in a wheelchair, just looked at the expensive gifts in their hands with contempt, scolded them for blood, and then drove them out, claiming that he would never accept gifts from the soldiers.

If you want to give him a thank you gift, at least after awakening, the title must not be lower than that of the trainee knight, otherwise it will be a loss of face.

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I don't know if he set fire to his cellar this evacuation, and the bitter ale is like a piece of that can make people squirt out.

But when you get acquainted with the taste, the more you drink it, the more you want to drink it, and you can't stop it, just like the taste of being a soldier, which is really interesting.

The young man below him was not a recruit, but in terms of rank, he was his commander, the third-level staff officer of the wing.

It is a pity that he only volunteered to go to the front line from a civilian staff officer yesterday, and it is obvious that he has not yet adapted to the tragedy of the battlefield.

In addition to the color of his hair and smiling eyes, his physique, skills and even courage are incomparable with the instructors of the year, which makes people wonder if it is his Lao Tzu's species, just bumped into it, but the scream is gone, because he has fainted.

If it weren't for his save just now, I'm afraid that my instructor would really have to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man.

The shouts in his ears are getting louder and louder, they are all the words of the steppe wolf, and he has already learned the same.

He patted the face of the young man under him, woke him up, and prepared to go, the wolf cub had already arrived under the city, and the threat of the siege crossbow was not much more.

Alas, when will the debt of this generation be paid off.

The steppe people in the distance were approaching little by little, and the warriors guarding the city wall suddenly heard a strange buzzing sound, as if a swarm of countless insects was hissing, but the temperature that had dropped to minus ten degrees this season was destined to have so many insects.

"It's finally here!" said old Sean as he looked at the dark shadows rising in the sky in the distance inside the telescope.

As the buzzing sound expanded, it was already clear that it was the sound of countless birds chirping and flapping their wings, and the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, like dark clouds covering the sun, making the outside of Gaokan City present a apocalyptic scene, heavy and oppressive.

It is an elephant pipit, also known as the bald pipit because of the pinch of white hair on its head, a medium-sized bird with two feet of wings outstretched, a fierce temperament, and a preference for social living, which is abundant in the savannah and the marshy areas of the eastern part of the Wadersmann Empire.

There were at least fifty or sixty thousand birds in front of him, forming two huge clusters and flying in the direction of Gaokan City.

This is simply a signal for every large-scale siege of the steppe people, but this time the number of birds is extraordinarily large.

I didn't see it a few days ago, and Old Sean was still a little puzzled, but now he is somewhat relieved.

Compared with the birds in winter, the poisonous snakes and insects and ants in the summer are more troublesome, and the Wardsmann soldiers are not afraid of strong beasts, and there is no good way to deal with those snakes, insects, rats and ants who are useless with swords.

If it weren't for some special reason that the steppe people rarely attacked in summer, their trouble would have been greater.

"Fly the net ready!" Matthew quickly commanded the crossbow troops to make adjustments.

Compared to the steppe people galloping on the ground, the speed of the birds was obviously faster, and the warriors on the city wall only felt that it was dark in front of them, and a huge flock of birds shrouded the sky in front of the city wall, and began to dive at high speed.