Chapter 92: Deliberations
"Launch!" Grand Duke Cameron ordered in a deep voice, looking at the more than forty catapults that were already ready.
"Launch!"
The forty or so jars filled with oil made a graceful arc and landed on the walls of the megalithic fortress, but some of them only fell outside the walls and did not fall to the defenders on the walls.
"Molotov cocktail ready!"
The knight ordered once again that as soon as this demonic blood touched the flames, it would immediately ignite a raging flame, a flame that could not be extinguished by water.
It's a pity that this invincible hellfire is in trouble.
The megalithic fortress has been strengthened by generations of owners, and now the entire city wall is built with tall towers, purely stone, unlike the previous cities, which were made of wood, which greatly weakened the power of oil.
The huge number of archers hid in the towers scattered around the towers, and the burning of the oil could not hurt them at all, they only had to wait until the oil burned before coming out.
And because the walls of the megalithic fortress are high and thick, the walls are more than 30 meters thick, so that the catapults cannot project oil clay pots into the inside of the fortress, and the catapults will get close to the city walls together, and they will enter the range of the giant crossbows on the tower of the fortress, which really makes them feel helpless.
"Your Majesty, the effect of hellfire doesn't seem to be very obvious. A knight stepped forward and whispered.
"I saw it!" said Grand Duke Cameron, his cheeks twitching, and he gritted his teeth.
"Master Orin, what are we going to do now?" he asked, looking expectantly, hoping to get an affirmative answer from him.
Gwendline's eyes flashed with sadness, is this still the king and lion who roams the battlefield? he has to ask others to answer for him in everything, his ambition is gone.
"I'm sorry, my majesty, there's nothing I can do. Master Orin was ashamed to say that he had underestimated the strength of the Boulder Fortress's garrison.
"......," Grand Duke Cameron asked, his face gloomy, and he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Command to project all the demonic blood into the Boulder Fortress and wait for the fire to be extinguished......"
His eyes were red at the end, his eyes were crazy, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "The whole army will go to the city to fight!"
Then he turned his horse's head and left the place, without saying a word to the knights present, leaving them standing there with gloomy faces.
Master Orin lowered his head, no one could see his face hidden under the black robe, let alone guess what he was thinking.
Gwendrin gave him a deep look, then rode away, she was not needed for the siege, so she could go back to the tent and rest.
It's just that a few knights silently followed behind her, and everyone was in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, and no one paid attention to this scene.
"It's almost time for us to perform, let's get ready. ”
"Yes. ”
An oppressive atmosphere permeated the entire barracks, and everyone knew that Hellfire was not much of a threat to the Boulder Fortress, and that they were about to engage in a terrible battle, which made everyone uneasy.
This is also the after-effect of the great results that have been achieved with hellfire before, and these soldiers have actually become dependent on this kind of heavenly punishment-like weapon.
In the previous battles, they used this hellfire to burn the enemy formation, and then took advantage of the situation to cover up and kill when the enemy fled, almost without paying too much price.
Now once you find that your side can't quickly defeat the enemy with a crushing advantage, you will be nervous, which should be something that Grand Duke Cameron never expected, right?
Now the entire Lion Principality camp is silent, only the commander gives the order to launch the stone, they are going to throw all the stonestones and oil out, and then they will be greeted by a brutal battle to ascend the city, and these 100,000 people do not know how many will survive in the end.
......
In the megalithic fortress, the Marquis Thatcherch Beiluo is in charge of guarding it, and he commands the 150,000 troops in the current megalithic fortress.
He was a middle-aged man of close to fifty years of age with a thin build, but because of his good maintenance, he looked only in his thirties, his hair was meticulously combed, he deliberately had two mustaches on his mouth, and his eyes were bright.
He has not awakened to extraordinary power, the title is inherited from his father, and he has not made many political achievements in his life, and he has always been able to stand in the maelstrom of the interests of the nobles of the kingdom, the main reason is that he has always been a loyal supporter of the royal family, and he will never disobey the orders of the royal family.
Because he knew that only in this way would the Beiluo family prosper forever.
At this time, he was sitting at the top of the fortress council chamber, discussing the war with the noble generals present.
"My lord, their strange flames are not very effective against the defenses of the Great Stone Fortress, and it seems that we can fulfill the orders given by the Great Prince. A noble lord in a gorgeous robe wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with palpitations.
This nobleman is white and fat, and at first glance, he looks pampered on weekdays, and he doesn't even exercise much, so it's really embarrassing for him to participate in such a cruel war.
Moreover, he was forced to lead troops to come to the aid of the Megalith Fortress, and there are many others like him.
Why not refuse this order?
If they refuse, Marquis Boro's group will lead troops to exterminate them for treason!
"Nope. Thatcherch, who was sitting on the top, pinched his mustache and whispered.
"The rebels of the Lion Principality are exhausted from their long journeys and repeated battles, and perhaps we can take this opportunity to defeat them in one fell swoop, or even regain lost territory. ”
His eyes flashed, if the Duchy of Lion wanted to attack a tough battle, it would inevitably cause huge losses to himself, maybe he could use the army in his hands to complete an immortal feat, and let the prestige of the Beiluo family resound in Lopez again.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "buzzing" discussion in the council room, although he felt that this plan was not very reliable, but the credit was so great that no one could refuse the temptation.
Although the order issued by the eldest prince is to defend the megalithic fortress and never attack rashly, the most important thing for the army to fight abroad is to need the commander's own judgment and be able to respond to the situation.
"My lord, please think carefully before making a decision. Then an old man with a white beard suddenly spoke.
He had been there with his eyes closed, as if everything that was happening here had nothing to do with him, but if Thatcherch wanted to send troops to fight, he could no longer stand idly by.
"Does Count Inger have any objections?" Thatcherch's eyes flickered, this old nobleman was of the same generation as his father, and his prestige in the kingdom was not small, so he had to be cautious.
"Cameron is coming in with a lot of morale, and there are reinforcements coming in from the rear, and I don't think it's going to be a good match for us who have barely been on the battlefield, so I think it's better for us to hold on to the Boulder Fortress and wait for reinforcements. Inge Avar said in a deep voice that it was not that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, but that they were clearly capable of holding the Great Stone Fortress, so there was no need to risk any more dangers and try to expand the results of the war.
If you fail, or if you suffer a heavy blow, the situation is dangerous.
"Well, Earl Inger is right, let this matter go for a while, let's think about it in the long run. Thatcherch said tactfully, ostensibly neither offending Earl Inger nor explicitly abandoning the plan.