That night, in the open space outside the city of Safat, the banners of the crusaders fluttered in the ranks of the principality's army, and the soldiers who had been waiting for many days could not help but want to come forward and fight.

The 20,000-strong army of the principality of Safed besieging Safat for many days is finally about to begin a siege battle, and a scene of blood and minced flesh is about to unfold in this world. All sorts of equipment were built from the first day of the siege, and to this day, they are finally useful.

Siege towers, ladders, and trebuchets were constantly pushed out of the military formation, and these siege machines were the work of more than 100 skilled craftsmen in the principality over the past few days. The only purpose of the craftsmen who accompanied the army was to use their knowledge and skills as much as possible to fight for their lords with the blood of the enemy during siege warfare, and to be commended.

A huge lever, the long end of which was a stone loaded in leather suits, dozens of soldiers gathered around the front of the siege scale wagon, their hands clutching a thick rope wrapped around the front end of the lever of the scale wagon. These people play a role in the lever segment.

The huge wooden supports give these siege scale trucks a stable base structure that will not be shaken apart by the force of their own launch.

More than 50 huge siege carts lined up in front of the army's formation, and the huge stones around the carts looked like a small hill, and beside the carts, there was a huge basin filled with animal fat, and a soldier with a torch stood beside the basin. Dozens of other soldiers who were used to operate siege trucks were ready to wait for the order to sound.

On the other side of the battlefield, groups of soldiers were slowly pushing the siege towers forward. The siege tower is a six-meter-tall behemoth with four wooden wheels. The siege tower resembles a boxy wooden chest with a narrow top and a wide bottom, but the back of the siege tower is completely hollow. There were only two wooden floors and ladders to climb up, as well as a half-covered wooden door. The wooden door is semi-sheltered when not in use, and when it is in use, it is lowered down and docked with the city wall. Most of these wooden gates are on the upper part of the siege tower, about two and a half meters long, and the height is the same as the height of the enemy's wall, so that it is easy for your soldiers to land on the wall through the wooden gate where Guò has fallen.

The infantry around the siege tower is ready to dock the siege tower to the wall under the cover of the archers in the formation, and if they do, their own infantry can follow the stairs inside the siege tower to kill the Safat's wall. Finally, the banner of the Crusaders was planted on the walls of the Safat, and the glory of the Lord was swayed.

The ladder is much more rudimentary than the siege tower or siege scale car. It is just a wooden ladder that is stronger and a little longer than ordinary ladders, and it is not as reliable as a well-defended siege tower. But these ladders are light, fast, and easy to make, at least two people can carry the ladder on their backs to get close to the city wall, then one person will stabilize the lower part of the ladder, and the other will climb the city wall along the ladder to kill the enemy, of course, these ladders can not only bear two people.

These three sharp weapons can be said to be the protagonists of siege warfare in this era, first using siege scale trucks to throw flying stones. Bombard enemy buildings and enemy infantry to reduce enemy morale and weaken enemy resistance. Then push the siege towers and ladders up to engage your infantry in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. Achieve the goal of occupying the city wall, and then continue to send soldiers to annihilate the armed forces in the city.

However, I heard that the dwarves in the Cologne Mountains seem to have developed a powder with explosive properties. The amount of this powder is so large that it can destroy the enemy's walls in one fell swoop. In this way, the purpose of a rapid siege can be achieved. But I don't know if it's true or not, if it's true. Maybe it can change the way warfare is waged in this era.

The desert people on the city walls looked with some horror at the enemy positions in the distance, thousands of torches illuminated the whole night, and at the same time, they also illuminated the appearance of one intruder after another, their weapons, armor, faces, and endless infidels from the Holy Religious Church were encroaching on their land of Allah. The flying crusader flag is like the deadliest symbol, and it makes these children of Allah feel a sense of despair.

Even though the night in the desert was the coldest time of the day, none of the soldiers guarding the walls of the Safar felt a trace of coldness, not only because of the heat from the bodies of their comrades around them, but also because of the signal that the enemy was about to attack.

"Put!"

"Put!"

"Put!"

The sound of shouting "release" one after another sounded on the front of the siege truck, and all the siege soldiers suddenly tensed their nerves, and they did their best to launch the boulder they were responsible for, and the boulder that flew out of the roar rubbed against the eardrums of these soldiers.

The grease in the basin played its own role at this time, and from the effect of the grease, the boulder that flew out turned into a blazing fireball and flew towards the city of Safe.

More than fifty sparks flew up from the array, piercing the darkness of the night sky, and stretched out their own burning flames representing death towards the panicked city.

"Your Majesty, the offensive has begun. Sebas looked at the fireball that was quickly streaking across the sky, turned his head away, and said to Alphonse.

"Well, I've seen that. Alphons' pupils were also reflected in the bright night sky as the red of fire.

"When will it be captured?"

"At the latest, this city belongs to you in the early hours of the morning, Your Majesty. Sebas said lightly.

"Your faith is very strong. Alphonse continued to look at the walls that were constantly splashed with stones from the impact of the fireballs, and the raging fire burned the enemy troops on the walls all over their bodies, and some people could not resist rolling on the walls, and finally rolled down the walls, falling into corpses surrounded by flames.

"No, I am only a deacon, not because of myself, but because of my faith in you, my majesty, Grand Duke of St. Chlosman, the High King. Sebas slowly bowed down, staring at Alphonse's face with an incomprehensible look.

"............" Alphonse didn't say anything more, just didn't look away. Continue to watch the wonderland of the siege.

"Quack!" Several strange cries of crows from far and near echoed in the distant sky, echoing over the army.

"陛xià. It's time for me to act. Sebas muttered.

"Go, I'll leave it to your knights. Be sure to come back in its entirety. Alphonse didn't look back at Sebas.

"Yes, my majesty. "Boom!" A huge flaming stone ball slammed into the battlements, and a garrison archer who couldn't dodge was instantly killed by the fireball, and the bow and arrow in his hand turned into crushed wooden strips.

But this qiē is not over yet, although the power of the stone ball is huge, but the scorching flame attached to the burning of animal fat is obviously more deadly.

The body of the archer who had been stoned to death was ablaze with a raging fire, and the flames continued to rise along the archer's clothes, and layers of charred meat slowly rolled out.

Eventually, the hapless archer was under the weight and scorching of the stone balls. It has become a living charcoal, and the wheat-colored skin of the desert people on its body is now glued together. None of the places on the body that were burned by the flames had intact skin, and the muscles and bones were exposed to the air, exuding a unique aroma of barbecued meat, and if you add precious spices, it is really a good barbecue dish. Of course, no one would have thought of eating such a thing.

Compared to being instantly killed by the stone ball, those who were not touched by the stone ball. But the person who sticks to the flame is even more unfortunate.

The flames of the blazing grease did not wipe out their lives for a moment, but they continued to eat away at their bodies and gnaw at their skin. Let them scream in pain and have no strength to take up arms and shields to fight.

These people were filled with flames everywhere because of great pain. The muscles of his whole body twitched, and his face became hideous. One by one, the demons danced wildly to extinguish the flames on their bodies. Some of them threw themselves to the ground. Roll around and let the flames and the ground come into close contact. This is used to extinguish these flames. Some people couldn't help but cry bitterly, rolled over and fell down the city wall, and threw themselves on the ground, and finally turned into a puddle of burning meat with a chirp.

All kinds of inhuman screams came from the city walls, and these somewhat piercing screams reached the minds of the soldiers of Safed City, like the most heart-pounding screams of death, and they could not help but give birth to a feeling of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox. However, when the soldiers of the principality heard these sounds, their whole bodies exploded with great power as if they had been blessed with magic, and the flow of blood could not help but increase.

"One-two!push!one-two!push!" A knight held a shield in his hand, held diagonally above him, resisting arrows flying from above, although the chance of being concentrated by arrows on the battlefield was very small, but this kind of caution to prevent being hit was still to be obtained. The knight took a step forward with his shield and turned back and shouted, not only to himself, but also to the siege soldiers under his command.

"One, two, push!" the group of soldiers also blushed, and used their bodies to push the huge siege towers forward, "Squeak!" With each step, their steps had to be deeply embedded in the soft sand of the desert, and the siege towers were one step closer to the city walls.

They had only one belief, and that was to push the behemoth siege tower onto the wall, hook the battlements with the hook on it, and then let their comrades step on the wall with them, cut off the enemy's head, occupy the wall, and let the Crusader banner fly over the city in the desert, and let the light shine on the dark earth.

"Knock!" "Knock!" ............ Fireballs flew in the sky and bombarded the city of Safat, some hit the city wall, splashing the stones fiercely, and some rolled down the aisles on the city wall, crushing the corpses of the soldiers, igniting the flammable materials on the city wall, lighting the night of the city wall, and the bright red reflected the night.

Some flew over the city walls and landed directly in the city of Safat, where countless dwellings were hit by flying boulders, and the adobe houses naturally fell to the ground with a bang, burying the inhabitants of them. The ensuing fire on the stone ball engulfed the homes of these civilians, who had no power to resist in the face of war.

The screams of the women in their voices, the terrible cries of children in fear of the flames, the angry and helpless roars of the men......

Despair filled the streets of the Safat.

Scene of picking up a futon to put out a fire. Paralyzed in front of the ruins burned by the flames, he looked desperate and heart-rending to watch his relatives burned alive. Listening to his wife and children in the flames, but he had no way to save his heart, it was like a knife..................

No one can describe what is happening in front of you, not even the greatest artists in the world. There is no way to depict the desperate city of Safed, and no amount of color can depict the expressions of these people.

People come and go in the streets, putting out fires, saving people, and waking up people who are still asleep.

"Boom!" a whistling stone ball hit the dense crowd on the street. In just a moment, six people were glued to the stone ball, and then. The stone ball continued to roll, and countless people were swept into the flames, letting out a terrible scream.

"Dad...... Dad!" A daughter who couldn't get out of the fire was looking at her father outside the house with tears in her eyes.

"No, don't stop me!!" The strong man of Ikzar was being pressed to the ground by several people at the moment, and there was no way to stand up, so he could only raise his head unyieldingly, looking at his screaming daughter in despair. He also knew that even if these former neighbors let him go and let him go to save his daughter. It was impossible to rescue her himself, but his daughter's terrible screams made him unbearable to hear, and his heart was like a thousand knives.

"You're crazy! How are you going to save her?" said the neighbor kindly. Although he could not ignore this human tragedy, he had to fulfill his responsibilities as a normal human being with a conscience, regardless of whether he was a member of the Holy Church. Or Crescent heretics.

In front of people's hearts, a qiē's religious beliefs are insignificant.

"Woo woo............ this tough, sturdy desert man. At this moment, I couldn't help but cry loudly, this cry was so terrible. So desperate. It's like a raging fire.

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"Woo woo !!!" several horns sounded, at the moment when the siege tower stepped on the wall.

"Kill!" a knight stepped over the planks erected by the siege tower, drew his sword, and made his way towards the enemy's walls. What's the biggest headache in a siege?

For the defenders, the biggest headache is the endless sea of people and the constant attacks that do not allow people to rest. In this way, it is often possible to make the defenders who are at a disadvantage in numbers mentally exhausted, and their body will decline, and then the combat effectiveness of the city will be low, and eventually the city will fall.

And for the besieging side, there are more answers, for example, the defender's city walls are tall, so they have to build more powerful siege equipment, if there is a moat, it will be even more headache for this group of besieging people, fortunately, this is a desert, even if the place where the Safed is located is a rare alluvial plain in the desert, there is no way to abuse the precious water source so boldly.

For an ordinary siege soldier, the most uncomfortable thing for them is the arrows flying from the city walls, these arrows have the gravitational potential energy brought from top to bottom and have inertia, even if you are covered in chain mail, you may be killed by such an inconspicuous arrow.

Therefore, a long time ago, a general who was good at siege warfare ordered his skilled craftsmen to cleverly build a device for arrows - a wooden mantle cart.

The wooden mantle cart is a simple propelling device with four wheels and a square floor, but in the front section of the wooden mantle cart there is a wooden stick about three or four meters long, on which sometimes it is hung with hard cowhide, and some is simply hung with a huge wooden plank.

The archers hid behind the carts, dodging the arrows in the sky and pushing them forward.

Behind a wooden cart, dozens of archers are pushing the handrail behind the cart, although on the road sometimes encounter a few stones blocking the way, but they are quickly moved away by the archers who are not afraid of death, besides, in this crusade war, how many people are greedy for life and afraid of death? Real warriors and real medals are sharpened on the battlefield.

"Whoosh!" Leechden, hiding behind the wooden mantle cart, poked his head out of the gap to look at the city wall, and then he turned back and struck a strong bow at the wall. Then Lechdeen bent over and rolled over into the back of the wooden cart, dodging the stray arrows that were fired at him from the walls. Belch. Of course, Liechten's caution went too far. Because very few people can be as far away as Liechtendein is 400 meters away. is able to raise a bow and shoot an arrow and hit a heart.

An average archer can only shoot a bow at 150 meters, and even with a good strong bow, he can only shoot 200 to 250 meters. The sergeants in the best archer unit in the human race (the Purple Shirt Longbowmen Bow Regiment) can only shoot arrows to 330 meters, but 250 meters is the effective range of the purple shirt longbowmen, that is, the range that can cause enough lethality, beyond this distance, even if someone is unfortunately hit by the bow and arrow, as long as it is not a vital part, it does not matter.

And Liechtende. It is unimaginable to dare to shoot a bow and arrow from a distance of 400 meters, whether it is for the courage or shame of this descendant. At least, his fellow archers looked at him with a mocking look. Could it be that this little archer from the countryside really thinks that he is an elven race who is born an archery master? The elven race, a mysterious race that lives in the westernmost part of the Western Continent, is not so much mysterious, but rather that humans know too little about them. After all. Few people are able to cross the treacherous Cologne Mountains and the eerie Great Plain of Brittana.

Ignoring the mocking glances of others, Lechtendon stooped down behind the planks of the mantle cart and pulled out another arrow from the quiver behind his back. It was put on the bowstring. It looks like he's getting ready to shoot a shot.

Although in Liechden's own eyes, a 400-meter shot against someone else is a sure thing. But in the eyes of others, this is not the case.

"Boy. You're doing useless work like this, a distance of 400 meters. You can't. Come and do as we did, push the cart to the walls and shoot, and the odds of success will increase even more. A middle-aged soldier who looked like an archer pushing a wooden cart on the side couldn't stand Leechdeng's waste of arrows, so he persuaded him with good words.

"Well......" Although he knew that this was a kind reminder, Liechden's character was as cold and a little bad as before, so he just replied slightly.

"Whoosh!" and then he rolled over and shot an arrow.

The arrow that broke through the air obviously slapped the person who had been persuaded with good words before, making him feel that he couldn't hold his face on his face. His kind words and persuasion did not make this future life change in the slightest.

"You..." The middle-aged archer was just about to make a fuss about Leechden's refusal of his face, when he heard the hissing of the people around him.

"Oh my God, I really hit it. The voice of an exclamation reached the ears of the middle-aged archer.

Puzzled, he poked his head out of the wooden curtain and looked at the cart, just in time to see a soldier standing on the wall of the Safat city with a bow and arrow, covering his heart with his hand, and a gurgling, red, inauthentic liquid flowed from between his fingers, and then the soldier standing on the wall planted the wall one by one, and it seemed that he would not survive.

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At this moment, the archers behind the same wooden curtain cart all looked at Leechten, who was preparing to shoot another shot, with strange and inconceivable eyes.

"......" felt the gaze of the people around him, Liechden picked his eyelids in some confusion, and then continued to be silent.

"This kid ......" The middle-aged archer didn't say anything more, or rather, he had nothing more to say. The physical evidence of this corpse in front of him is enough to prove how amazing the skills of this archer from the countryside are.

Two arrows, 400 meters apart, killed a soldier standing on the city wall with battlements as a cover, and in every sense of the word, Liechtendon was enough to earn the title of archer.

In fact, what they didn't know was that Liechtendon's first shot had already killed a soldier, but the feat of killing one with two shots could completely make this group of archers who had been immersed in archery for decades embarrassed. Their shooting accuracy can only guarantee such accuracy within seventy or eighty meters.

Lechtendon didn't care about the amazement of the people around him, but silently put an arrow on the bow again, and pinched the arrow feather fiercely with two fingers. (To be continued......)