The crescent moon is like a hook, the night is boundless, and in the bedroom, Pavel has almost never slept all night, holding the sword in his hand, Prince Kislev walks up and down in the small room, his heart has been beating wildly, waiting for the dawn, waiting for the dawn. No night has ever been as long as tonight. He was about to do the biggest thing in his life, something that would go down in history. In this city, an army of thousands of freedmen awaits his command to overthrow and end the tyranny of the Blood Queen.

The armor on his body was too heavy for the prince, but he was reluctant to take it off. In the light of the flames, Pavel saw himself full of ambition. It was as if he saw the throne beckoning to him, as if he saw the young and beautiful witch Dennis being embraced into his arms. The sky was white, and finally, a thunderous rumble broke the silence of the night. It was the sound of the Northern Coalition outside the city shelling the walls.

"Brothers, aim for their turrets!"

From the position, the dwarven artillery engineer Wadrin shouted loudly. At this moment, half of Kislev's artillery gathered here and launched an artillery bombardment on the great northern city.

The dwarves shouted excitedly. The sound of cannon shots and the flickering of fire flickered over the position, and at the same time, large catapults threw ignited stone projectiles at the city walls, and outside the city of Kislev, it was as if a fireworks show was being staged. Whistling cannonballs and stone projectiles fell from the sky, lighting up the dawn sky.

"Bring the water!

Inside the city, the defenders shouted. The flints thrown by the catapults set the wooden houses on fire, and some of the fragile stone houses could not withstand the bombardment and collapsed in an instant. At the foot of the city walls, soldiers on fire screamed frantically in search of a nearby water source......

"I guarantee that the walls will be blown out of the breach in a quarter of an hour!"

Outside the city, on the Northern Coalition position, the Dwarven Chief Engineer Wadrin shouted confidently. He pulled out the high-strength vodka he had brought with him and hummed a little song with great interest. Behind him, there was the sound of artillery in the sky.

It's just that the confidence and excitement of the dwarves did not last more than five minutes. Despite the carpet bombardment, the city was impregnably fortified and beyond the reach of the average legion, and the defenders responded shortly after the first bombardment began. Heavy artillery on several turrets began to counterattack.

Although not as powerful as the Northern Coalition guns, they were located on a high ground that allowed the defenders to shoot their shells farther. A shell even landed on the position behind Wadlin, destroying a repeating gun on the spot. The priceless Wadrin cannon disintegrated on the spot, and pieces of iron and sawdust flew everywhere and dust flew everywhere.

"Fuck ......"

Behind him, two dwarven gunners were killed instantly, and one dwarven assistant had his arm broken and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

"This is not against the Greenskins and the Beastmen, the city has a full fortification. If it can be solved directly, Rod needs to think about it for so long. Shorty, optimistic, at the critical moment, it is still up to us warriors. ”

As she spoke, Celta picked up her axe, roared, gathered her men, pushed the siege tower cart, and began to march towards the city walls.

At the same time, thousands of northern soldiers with various siege weapons, under the cover of artillery and catapults, approached the city walls, like a black sea, outside the walls of Kislev, crowded with people, shouting and killing to the sky.

On the other side, the defenders of Kislev on the city walls were also ready to counterattack. The heavy artillery on the towers constantly adjusted the angle of their fire, aiming at the approaching siege towers.

Inside the city, the tall catapults began to operate, and the sappers loaded the prepared cannons into the projectile slots, and after igniting the stone projectiles, the catapults twisted their giant-like arms and threw the flaming stone projectiles one after another. 228 Literature Network

The flint leaped over the tall walls and flew towards the dense crowd...... In the sky, the flint fell, like hell.

Around Celta, flaming stone projectiles continued to fall, kicking up a cloud of dust and a wave of billowing heat towards the besieging troops. Where the stone bullet fell, a blur of flesh and blood, flames wrapped in minced flesh and bone slag, burned on the black earth, burning......

However, the Northern Army was still approaching. On the castle tower, the ballistae guarding the city set up large arrows, and the heavy crossbow arrows more than one person high were mounted on the wide crossbow machine, ready to eject at any time. The soldiers lit the arrows with torches, and then under the manipulation of the sappers, one after another heavy arrows were fired.

Like a rain of meteors across the sky, hundreds of crossbow arrows were fired at the same time, with a powerful impact, shooting towards the advancing crowd. Some of the crossbow arrows continued to fly after hitting the besieging soldiers, and did not stop until they had penetrated three or four people, and were firmly planted on the ground, stringing a group of soldiers together, blood and water flying, and flames engulfing flesh......

Several large arrows successfully hit the advancing siege towers, and the spread of fire caused the siege soldiers to panic. Fortunately, the Frost Witch in the crowd used ice magic to extinguish the flames in time.

The northern army continued to advance, with the sound of artillery fire on both sides, the smoke of gunfire rising inside and outside the city, and above the heads of the soldiers, flying shells and throwing stones. Where the shells landed, there was a great earthquake, blood splashed, and stumps flew wildly......

As the distance approached, the defenders on the city walls were ready to shoot with all their might. The crossbowmen were in position, arrows sticking out of the battlements of the wall, aiming at the approaching vanguard of the Northern Legion.

"Prepare ......"

Before the order could be given, a whistling projectile shattered the head of the captain of the archers. The helmet-wrapped head was so fragile in the face of high-speed shells that it was vulnerable to attack. In a heartbeat, the head of the captain of the archers was smashed into the air, and thick blood spurted from the severed throat...... Some militiamen were already frightened, hiding in the corners and crying.

The veterans drew their bows and shot without orders.

A dense rain of arrows rained down on the advancing legions like snowflakes.

"Shield Defense!"

On the front line, Celta shouted loudly. The Norsca warriors beside him raised their shields in time, and dozens of shields were closely connected to form an airtight shield wall. The rain of arrows hit it, only to make a muffled clanging sound.

"Archer!"

Less than a minute after the enemy threw a rain of arrows, Lord Giger, the commander-in-chief of the vanguard army, ordered the archers to counterattack.

Under the shield wall, the archers of the northern border drew their bows and fired, and the same dense rain of arrows flew in a parabolic line, flying from under the walls and falling towards the walls and behind the walls. The soldiers who had no time to dodge fell to the ground one after another, blood flowing, and moaning incessantly. However, the rain of arrows thrown is not as useful as the rain of arrows fired from down, and its role is more to cover the siege troops to climb the wall. But the Kislev garrison was no waste either.

At a sufficiently close distance, the shooters stepped forward with muskets......