Everyone on this battlefield is a desperate gambler, throwing their lives on this big gambling table, waiting for the final verdict of death.

At this time, they can only run as fast as they can, or bend as far as they can, and all they can do is pray.

Pray for your good luck and pray for the favor of fate.

There were quite a few "good luck children" who ran to the moat and threw the bag they were carrying into the river. Just when they thought they had passed the ghost gate, the whistling arrows always pierced their bodies, and at the same time pierced their hopes.

The body that had been shot through the vital part convulsed and fell, stacked on top of each other, like weeds on the ground that no one cared about. However, they were "lucky" to die immediately, some of the soldiers were not shot and fell to the ground wailing in pain, but who could care for them and treat them on this battlefield?

The wounded soldiers could only endure the intense pain while feeling their lives slowly passing away, and finally died in despair on the field.

However, whether it was the defenders on the city wall who were constantly firing arrows, or the northern army that led the attack, everyone was indifferent in the face of the tragic scene in front of them. For them, death is a commonplace scene, and it doesn't even give them the thrill of gambling.

They are professional soldiers, and killing is their instinct. Whether they were killing or being killed, they were all equally indifferent, and this coldness melted into their blood and marrow, making them cold like machines.

The moat was gradually cut off, not so much by the work of the sacks, but by the corpses of the soldiers of the North. The water of the river, which had been crystal clear, gradually became turbid and turned a dark red with a fishy smell.

This moat is a tributary of the Shenghui River, and it is famous for its clear and sparkling in the sun, just like "Shenghui". But today, this sacred and wonderful scene is no longer seen, and this is the bloody and cruel Shura field.

The Shenghui River became a "river of blood".

General Villeneuve squinted his eyes and watched as the moat was paved with sacks of several roads. He didn't feel any smug about the corpses strewn across the field, which seemed to him to be a common thing: the moat had served such a purpose in the first place. And he knew that it would not be long before even more bloody and brutal hand-to-hand combat would begin, and that time his warriors would be put to the test as hellish as hell.

"Trebuchet ready! Firebolt ready!", he shouted, "Wait until those machines are close, aim and fire!"

The siege equipment prepared by the Northern Army was also completely within his expectations. It's just that to his surprise, the number of these rushing cars and ladders prepared by the Northern Army is much smaller than he expected.

"General, those siege engines are a little strange!", the adjutant beside him suddenly shouted, "as if they were glowing!"

General Villeneuve's gaze was indeed a little strange: the rushing cars could not be seen clearly, but the ladders were black, and the surface seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, faintly glowing.

"Don't panic. "Even if there is any strange thing, these siege engines themselves are quite fragile, and they are all wooden, as long as they are destroyed with stones and fire arrows. ”

After a while, as the chariots and ladders of the Northern Army approached, a large number of stones and fire arrows were fired at them. These slow-moving siege machines were a real target for well-trained Northern Legion soldiers.

It's just that General Villeneuve felt even more strange, "Why doesn't the Northern Army protect these precious weapons? ”

The so-called skin hazy is to weave a large shelf with wooden frame weeds, which is covered with nitrated cowhide and supported on both sides of the siege equipment to firmly protect these fragile instruments. Although this kind of skin haze can't withstand much impact, it is indeed more than enough to withstand these small rocks and rockets.

Stones will slide directly down on the smooth cowhide, while the nitrate cowhide will not catch fire at all, and it can naturally resist rockets, which are commonly used combat equipment in the army. It's just that today's northern army is very unreasonable, and there is no protection around these precious siege equipment.

It was too late, and in the blink of an eye, a large number of rocks and rockets hit several ladders in front of them. There was a cheer on the ramparts, and General Villeneuve nodded in satisfaction. If all these annoying siege equipment were destroyed at the beginning, it would undoubtedly be a huge boost to the morale of the army.

However, the loud cheers did not last long, and the throats of the soldiers of the Northern Legion were pinched as if they were pinched, and they could not make a sound.

I saw that these ladders were still approaching the city wall unhurriedly against the attack of stones and rockets, and they were not affected by the attack of the Northern Army at all.

"What? this can't be!", General Villeneuve said in surprise, let alone him, the defenders at the head of the city were in a commotion, but it was only under the repeated reprimands and bullets of the officers that they slowly calmed down, after all, what happened in front of their eyes was too contrary to common sense, too incredible.

It was only when the ladders slowly approached that everyone discovered the reason why they were not affected. These ladders are all made of iron armor, and you can even faintly see the huge rivets at the junction of the iron armor.

"This can't be!", General Villeneuve couldn't help but exclaim again, such a large ladder, if it was all iron armor, how heavy it must be! If you want to make them move, you have to pull them together by hundreds of people. But looking at the past, there are not so many soldiers of the Northern Army working as slender men in the field.

Anyway, if there were so many soldiers lined up and pulling these heavy ladders. As long as the Northern Army rushed out of the city, these soldiers would have to be dispersed directly by surprise, and when the time came, the rout would rush back into the position of the Northern Army, and what was waiting for the Northern Army would definitely be a fiasco.

General Villeneuve didn't believe that the commander of the Northern Army could be such a fool, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Hurriedly asked the adjutant to find a famous marksman in the army, "Your eyesight is famous in the army, can you come and see how many people pull these ladders?"

The marksman looked closely, and looked shocked. Then he rubbed his eyes again, as if he couldn't believe it, "Back to the general's words, these ladders, as well as rushing cars, seem to ...... As if no one pulled, they ...... They're moving on their own!"