West

The wind swept the wild sand and overwhelming the sky like the end of the world, and pressed on the second war fortress of the Western Front side wall, Fort Senilistan, and the novices on the wall subconsciously clutched the weapons in their hands, and the sweat in their palms made the handshake of the weapon continue to become slippery, and they kept scraping on the edge of the armor, hanging up the sweat in their palms. They are new recruits, and there are many veterans, and although the veterans have serious expressions, they may not be nervous if they are nervous.

As a veteran of Rongbian, it is not once or twice that I deal with the full moon people, from being nervous like a recruit at the beginning, to gradually being able to treat it with a normal heart, I have experienced more than just fighting.

And wounded, bloody, dead!

If you can live, it is naturally blessed by the god of light.

If you can't live and die on the battlefield, it's not only a glorious thing, but you will also return to the kingdom of God after death, and there's nothing to worry about.

The only thing that made these veterans a little unhappy was that the battle broke out so coincidentally, just in time for the sandstorm to break out, for the full moon people living in the center of the desert, this is simply the help of the sun god! They are not afraid of sandstorms, and they have even learned how to use the power of sandstorms to attack the border fortress of the Orlando Empire. Under the raging sand and storms of the apocalypse, countless sandbarians rode a war horse called Huma, which is unique to the desert, and rushed madly towards the castle.

Because the desert is full of sand, it is difficult for ordinary war horses or mounts to charge smoothly on the ground of sand, and the huge friction and fluidity of the sand can easily make the charging ordinary war horses or mounts have accidents. But Huma is different, and this branch of the horse family has evolved different characteristics from other horses in order to adapt to the desert environment. Their hooves are very special, the lower part of the hooves is like a conical spike, which can penetrate the soft sand well during running, and the special shape can reduce friction.

The upper part of the hoof, on the other hand, resembles a disc that gets stuck on the surface of the desert when the spikes of the lower half pierce into the sand. Such hooves can provide Huma with great explosive power while also providing better stability. Of course, there are pros and cons, Huma can't get out of the desert, and if their hooves let them walk in the plains, it will be a disaster.

However, the Full Moon people never considered using Huma to conquer the world, they only needed to use Huma to conquer the seven fortresses on the Western Front. At that time, they will naturally change into normal mounts and continue to attack the hinterland of the Orlando Empire. In these years, under the full moon Golden Horde, there are not only a large number of horses, but also a large number of normal war horses, just for such a day.

At this moment, waving the pockets in their hands, shouting savage native language, they rushed towards Senilistanburg like a torrent. The bag was filled with water-soaked yellow sand, and the walls of Fort Senilistan were thirteen meters high, and the Full Moon Men, lacking trees and wood, could not make a large number of climbing carts to break through the city, but they thought of a better way, which was to forge a ramp to the top of the wall.

They will soak the sand with water, and the sand will not flow well when it is wet, but it will definitely not affect Huma's charge. A large amount of damp sand will be thrown under a certain section of the city wall by them, and it only takes twenty or thirty minutes for tens of thousands of people to charge, which is enough to pile up a complete ramp and let them rush directly to the wall!

This tactic is also a common tactic used by the Full Moon people, and they have been harassing civilized society since the time of the Holy Empire. Although this tactic has been around for hundreds of years, there is no good way to crack it today.

Wet sand has many properties of its own, and even if they are sprinkled down the ramp with fire oil, they can extinguish all the flames by throwing another round of sand. The fire oil in a fortress is limited and cannot be used in such a place, so many times, the Desi will let them rush up the walls.

Huma's hooves were destined to lose their ability to carry weights the moment they rushed up the walls, and these powerful full-moon sand knights had to abandon their mounts and jump off their horses to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the main force of the Desi, armed to the teeth. If the encounters may be inferior to these full-moon barbarians who live on horseback from birth, but when it comes to infantry hand-to-hand combat, it is the weakness of the barbarians.

This is also the reason why the Seven Heroes of the Western Front can be nailed to the edge of the desert like nails, and if the Full Moon People are not willing to pay huge casualties, they will not be able to get in. Similarly, if they were not willing to pay for more casualties, the Desi would not be able to fight.

But now, the Full Moon Man is playing for real.

The torrent of countless Full Moon Knights split in two in an instant in front of Fort Seniilistan, and countless black unsealed pockets filled with damp sand were thrown like raindrops under the walls of Fort Senilistan, and then took refuge behind Fort Senilistan to avoid the sandstorm.

The sand was helped by the wind, and the sacks were blown farther with the help of the wind, and the damp sand was sticking with more dust. Bags of sand were thrown under the walls, and the faces of the recruits on the walls turned pale. Seeing the taller and taller piles of sand getting closer and closer to the head of the wall, some of the young men who were participating in the battle for the first time trembled on both legs.

The veterans saw that the time was almost up, and immediately began to order, "Go, bring all the horses over." ”

There is also a reason why the rejection horse was brought over at this time. The horses were put early, and there was another sandbag on the saddle of the horses, and they could quickly pile up a pile of sand under another section of the city wall, avoiding the wall where there were horses, so the horses could only be placed when the sand pile was about to reach the head of the wall.

The width of the walls of Senilistanburg is much narrower than that of inland cities, only about four meters. This is because the Full Moon people don't have any large siege machines, and they don't have the kind of heavy siege weapons, so there is no need to build the walls as thick. Nearly four meters wide is enough to make the full moon man helpless, and the purpose of such a narrow is also to better cooperate with the rejection of horses.

In order to avoid being stabbed into a sieve by hitting the horse headlong on the rejection horse, they are bound to jump up when they are close to the rejection horse, and this jump is likely to jump over and fall directly from the other side.

Falling from the thirteen-meter-high city wall, even if you have the strength of the fourth or fifth level, it will not be too comfortable, not to mention that the inner side of the city wall is also covered with all kinds of sharp spears, as long as you fall, it is basically a dead end.

Special environments develop special tactics, and special synergies also develop.

"Watch out for the sandstorm, prepare for concealment!", the veterans kept shouting, and at the same time hung the hook on their belts in the iron ring behind the battlements of the city wall, it was not the first time that the sandstorm weather had attacked the fortress of the Orlando Empire, and the fortress on the border had already had a set of countermeasures.

The projected battlements on the city wall are larger and wider than those in the interior, and can hide about five people, so as long as you don't jump up in a sandstorm, there will be basically no accidents.

When the Full Moon Riders all circled behind Fort Senilistan to avoid the sandstorm, the sandstorm descended.

The sky darkened in an instant, and the sand in the wind blew on people's faces like knives, and if they were not careful, they could bring out a white mark on the skin that was more than an inch of light white. The most terrifying thing is actually those small stones, the size of eggs, which were blown up by the wind by coincidence, and this thing is not visible in the dim sandstorm.

The sound of sand slamming against the walls was all in my ears, like the sound of rain in a rainstorm. Occasionally, there was a loud bang, the sound of rolled stones hitting the walls.

The sandstorm came quickly, and it didn't go slowly, only ten minutes later, the sky gradually brightened, and the soldiers stood up tremblingly, and the sand was almost buried to their knees. And at this moment, the full moon barbarians hiding behind Fort Senilistan blew their horns and began the first round of siege.

The last section of the ramp has been completely paved with the help of the sandstorm, and the sand brought by the sandstorm is more dense and round than the sand on the ground in the desert, like dust sinks down the gap between the sand and the sand, and with the damp moisture, the ramp is stronger than expected.

Shaman is not as rigorous and elaborate as the Desi, if the Desi charge, at least they will prepare to line up the phalanx, but Shaman does not. The horn was the signal and order to attack, and they began to charge directly towards the ramp regardless of it, and the heavily armed shield bearers half-crouched and held their shields high, and the shields had several sharp spikes on them, and the other soldiers stood behind them, bending over, but not crouching.

When the first horse crossed the rejection and crossed the heads, the recruit clenched his scythe and tried to stab it, but one of the veterans grabbed his arm tightly and shook his head.

This is an experience, an experience that can only be found after summing up countless times.

In the eyes of the newcomers, the knight crossed the city wall with his horse in horror and fell towards the inner city.

Thirteen meters.

Swords and guns!

A terrible scream kicked off the war, and one by one the war horses soared up, and the veterans watched the height and speed of each war horse intently, and fought selectively. But this concentration and calmness were shattered as more and more sand barbarians climbed the wall.

Next, there is the most brutal and cruel hand-to-hand combat.

Every year, tens of thousands of recruits are recruited on the border to defend the border, but it only takes a year, and these tens of thousands of recruits eventually become three to five thousand veterans, and the others either become deserters or die on the battlefield.

The huge casualties caused many, many families to refuse to allow their children to serve in the military, and they even broke the bank in exchange for a waiver of military service. But when a city was destroyed due to a lack of soldiers, it was not long before the inhabitants of the other fortresses understood that living in such a place was necessary to suffer casualties. If a small percentage of casualties can be exchanged for the survival of the majority, then everything is negotiable.

Eventually, Grace recaptured the lost city, but unfortunately he couldn't find a single Desi standing alive in the city.

"Kill!", a young man who was only seventeen, eighteen or nineteen years old held a scythe with a steady hand, and quickly stabbed into a sand man's vest with a hideous face holding a scimitar. He slammed away, the tip of the gun sunk deep in his vest stirring up more space for his muscles, and as he fell forward, the scimitar left an unhealable wound in the neck of an equally young recruit.

The blood of the two men was mixed together, and the two of them were lying together, twitching slightly as their lives had left them.

The young man was not even interested in taking a second look, so he swung up his sickle and swept back a sand man who had just turned over the rejection of his horse. The sand man covered his head and couldn't even scream, so he rolled down the ramp, and in less than three seconds, several horses' hooves pierced his body, making him a part of the ramp.

The veteran on the side wiped the blood from his face, and glanced at the young soldier in surprise, he didn't expect this young man to be so calm. You must know that many recruits are actually not much worse than Shaman in terms of personal strength, but they are not as good as Shaman in that Shaman has faced killing and competition since birth, and only the strong have the right to survive, and they have grown up in fighting since childhood.

Most of the recruits have not experienced real fighting, and when they experience the first battle, they often have a blank brain because of nervousness, timidity, and fear, forgetting a lot of things that they have already memorized, and becoming the enemy's unjust soul under the knife in negligence.

Recruits like this young man are indeed rare!

The veteran took the initiative to lean over after killing a sand man, and the two were back to back, without any language communication, and only used a look to understand each other's thoughts.

In such a Shura field, if someone can protect their backs, then the odds of survival will be doubled!

The fight lasted from the afternoon until the evening, everyone was exhausted, and hours of fighting were the greatest test of one's willpower and physical strength. On several occasions, the Sharbarians managed to capture a section of the wall, and then they were killed and retreated by the soldiers of Fort Senilistan.

When the few remaining cavalry of the Shaman began to take the initiative to retreat, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, today's battle was finally over!

Everyone's arms were swollen, their wrists were almost broken, and their fingers were so stiff that they couldn't even stretch naturally.

The battle was not won or lost, because it was nothing more than a small section in a long war, not the whole of the war.

Senilistanburg cannot be said to have won, it can only be said that it has held, but it has also paid a heavy price for this!

After the war, the veteran lay beside the young man with his arms bandaged, and there was no place on his body that did not hurt. He laughed as he gasped and grinned, "You don't look like a recruit, you're much smarter than a recruit." ”

The young man said with a haha: "Yes, my Lao Tzu is a veteran, and I learned from him!"

"What's your father's name, is he from our side too?"

"He?", the boy laughed, "he's a foul temper, just like a lion, and it's scary to look at!"

The veteran sighed in amazement, "That's indeed a reassuring guy!"