Baron Edelman Brippes had a calm face, raised his pneumatic rifle in his hand, and aimed at a tall barbarian warrior who rushed to the front. Beside him, the same maneuver was repeated hundreds of times, and the muzzle of a pneumatic rifle protruded from behind almost every battlement.

The desert barbarians have always been poorly equipped, but those who rush to the front are at least given a shield to cover their heads. More than a dozen sets of ship shields stood out in the crowd of chargers, the improvised practice of turning the canoe over and shutting it over their heads, much stronger than ordinary shields, but except for the extremely burly and powerful barbarian warriors, ordinary soldiers could not hold such heavy and huge shields.

Baron Edelman pulled the trigger, and the lead bullet from his pneumatic rifle tore through the air, striking the tall barbarian warrior with incredible precision. The samurai's body shook for a moment, a red flower of blood bloomed on his forehead, and then he fell with a bang, and a burst of cheers rang out from the top of the city. Then crackling gunfire rang out continuously, and a deadly rain of lead bullets enveloped the enemy that was pouring down the city.

Hundreds of barbarian warriors fell, but more rushed forward, trampling on the bodies of their companions without healing. Looking down from the top of the city, the black crowd paused only slightly, and then continued to swell forward, almost as fast as a galloping knight.

At Baron Edelman's side, Ansenbach, the temporary chief of the Rangers, also held a pneumatic rifle and fired non-stop. Every Ranger has a good marksmanship, and Ansenbach, as the former chief, is certainly the best of them. However, the marksmanship is not very useful now, because there are too many and too dense targets under the city, as long as you are not too lame shooters, you will definitely not fail.

A rain of arrows rained down from the top of the approaching siege towers, most of them bounced off the shields that had been erected at the head of the city, but a few found the gaps between the shields and armor and burrowed into the flesh and blood. To the right of Baron Edelman, several Rangers were shot in the head and shoulders and fell to the ground without saying a word. The whistle sounded immediately on behalf of the wounded, and the military doctor with the stretcher soldier bent over and quickly arrived, but after only a brief diagnosis, he shook his head helplessly.

"There's no cure? What are you kidding! Some people just hurt their shoulders!" a voice argued loudly, "Have you never seen anyone hurt before?"

"The arrow is poisonous, the poison is violent, and it is too late to treat it. The medic explained as briefly as possible, "Only the molten gold warriors have a chance to resist a little and get a chance of treatment, and these people are ordinary people...... Same with you and me. ”

The voice paused, followed by a series of vicious curses, and soon other voices joined in. In the same vein as the curse, the lead bullets fired from the city's position were even more violent, and the barbarian warriors who rushed to the front had all fallen to the ground, and the corpses tripped over many of the enemies who rushed from behind.

With a linen bandage on her head, Chiyovala leaned on a battlement, cautiously observing the changing tide of battle. "The first barbarians have arrived in the city!" he turned his head and instructed the heralds, "blow the trumpet, order the throwing of stones, and throw the fire oil bottles!"

A large number of stones were thrown from the city, some of them prepared in advance, and the other part of the battlements destroyed by catapults. The barbarian warriors who had reached the city first were immediately dealt a heavy blow, but more barbarian warriors rushed forward, picking up long ladders and climbing hooks for the dead and wounded, and took their place.

An iron hook whistled up the wall, hooking a battlement.

"There's going to be a tough battle next. Baron Edelman fired one last shot, causing a barbarian warrior to tumble to the ground, then tossed the pneumatic rifle to his attendant. "Keep firing, it's the best target for those guys as they climb the walls. ”

"Your Excellency, where are you going?" Ansenbach also stopped firing, raised his head and asked, "The barbarians are about to rush up, I will escort you to the rear first." ”

"How can a commander retreat when he is about to face the enemy?" Baron Edelman sneered and drew his saber and waved it in the air, "Lord Ansenbach, guess how many barbarians I can slaughter today?

"You are the number one powerhouse of the Thorn Flower Family, but in the arena, not in the battlefield. Ansenbach smiled proudly on his long face, "My record is forty-five, but that's because I have encountered only a hundred barbarians, and my men are so brave that they have killed the remaining fifty or so." ”

"Looks like we're going to be able to kill this time. Baron Edelman said, and then more hooks flew up the city, some hooking the battlements, others reluctantly slipping off. Some of the more impulsive City Guard warriors had begun to slash the ropes behind the iron hooks, but the ropes were twisted from the bark fibers of the date palm tree unique to the desert, soaked in the enhanced grease made by shamans, and ordinary swords clattered and clattered, each time cutting only a few fibers as thin as a human hair.

If it takes three to five minutes, you can still cut the hook of the climbing city. However, the city guards did not have three or five minutes, they did not even have a minute. Although hundreds of pneumatic rifles continued to fire, the first barbarian warrior quickly climbed to the top of the city, swung his iron fist and knocked down two city guard soldiers, and then was stabbed by four or five spears at the same time, screaming and falling.

The battle went to the most intense and critical point. On the western side of the city wall, there were at least thousands of climbing hooks hooked on it, each rope was tight, and a series of agile and powerful barbarian warriors were desperately climbing. Braving the rain of arrows from the siege towers, the soldiers of the city guard fired fiercely with pneumatic rifles, smashed with stones, burned with fire oil, slashed with swords, and the number of barbarian warriors who fell is innumerable, but there are still many more barbarian warriors who have managed to reach the top of the city, and have even set up two or three temporary positions, which are like wedges embedded deep in the defense line of the western wall.

"The reserves don't want ordinary people, here are a few high-level molten gold warriors! we must drive those guys off the city immediately!" Sensing the change in the tide of battle, Kiyovala immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Follow me and fight for the Thorn Flower!"

"Fight for the Thorn Flower! Fight for His Excellency the Consul!" the voice of the response rang out from all directions, and a group of elite warriors who were resting and preparing for battle in the rear immediately rushed to the city wall, led by a mentor-level personal guard, followed closely by seven or eight Thorns of Thorns.

The addition of this elite team immediately re-stabilized the precarious defense line of the city. The wedge-shaped battle formation of the two barbarian warriors was knocked out one after the other, but when it came to striking the third battle formation, they ran into unexpected trouble.

Chiyovala's sword was easily blocked, and the tall barbarian warrior then swung his backhand, the double-edged battle axe splitting the shield and arm of one of the Thorn Thorns' blocks, slicing him from his shoulder to his chest. The corpse was swept across the week by the heavy battle axe, forcing Kiyovala and another mentor-level molten warrior back before flying out of the crowd with blood sprayed.

"Get out of the way, codges in iron clothes!" the barbarian warrior roared roughly, his blood-red eyes fierce and daring to look at him, "Can't you have a weighty guy here, and try Odessa's axe!"