The deputy left the tower with the captain's order, only to find that the order he had just received was no longer ready to be implemented. The dark green www.biquge.info entrenched in the harbor had already completed their preparations, and rushed towards the wall with a roar, rumbling footsteps drowning out the thunder.

They carried ladders made of wood dismantled from the harbor and some seaweed from the sea. Most of them carried stone weapons, a few of them swords and scimitars made of coral, and even fewer were some heavily rusted iron weapons, most of which were snatched from humans.

The mercenaries and townsfolk who were shivering in the storm, under the orders of the soldiers who were mixed in with them, forcibly picked up their spirits one by one and stood up from behind the wall, and lowered their bodies to look at the moving dark green. The situation is quite unfavorable for humans, and the storm brings a lot of rain.

The bow and arrow of the city defense weapon cannot be used, and the dampness makes the originally tight bowstring soft and weak. What's more, the direction of the storm blowing at this time of year is the seaside where the fish people are. As long as you have some brains, you won't want to use such waste. The flocks of fishmen slowly approached the wall, and some of them with good arm strength held the heavy harpoons that had been distributed in their hands.

"Eighty steps! Ready! Everyone obeys my orders!"

The deputy, who had already drawn his sword, stared at the monsters with sharp eyes, and loudly reported the estimated distance. Harpoons were only effective if they were within fifty paces, and he feared that the civilians in his team would waste valuable equipment by misestimating the distance.

"Cast!"

The charging fish-man was not slow, and in a few breaths it was almost under the city. The hoarse roar of the deputy sent a hundred and ten harpoons flying off the wall, turning into an arc in mid-air, fiercely piercing the barely protected monsters. The blow was quite good, and the fish-men were densely packed in some places, allowing some harpoons to pin multiple fish-men to the ground, and even four of them were skewered on one of them.

However, there were too many fishmen, and less than two hundred casualties could not stop the monsters, and the dark green like grass still advanced rapidly, and the tide hit the wooden wall, and the flesh and wood rumbled. Dozens of ladders were set up on the wall, and some stone spears were projected at the guards on the wall to cover their kind from ascending the wall.

Without the deputy's orders, the men on the defense knew what to do, and one by one the long forked sticks pushed the ladders that were attached to the fence back to where they were supposed to be. Together with the fish-men who climbed on it, they smashed on the ground and provoked a strange cry from the fishmen. Their IQ is not too high, and the method of making ladders is also anthropological.

And being able to think of using ladders is already pretty good, and it's a bit hard for them to think about what kind of deeper methods they can use, such as adding hooks to the ladder that can be caught on the wall.

Humans should have the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat, and it is difficult for the fishmen's stone weapons to hurt the guards on the wall, and the sword in the hands of the first people wants to kill the fishmen, but it is a simple matter.

It's just that there are too many fishmen attacking, and their number is more than ten times that of the guards. One by one, the ladders were pushed back to the crowd of fish, but more ladders were set up, and the fishmen, who had been busy all night, now put their achievements in front of the guards.

Finally some of the fishmen screamed and climbed the wall, pestering the guards with their lives, and more fishmen climbed the wall. At this time, even in terms of equipment, the guards have an absolute advantage, but it is inevitable that casualties will appear, and those monsters will always kill one group and quickly make up for another group as if they can't be killed.

"Damn bastards! When did these fishmen be so fierce and afraid to die!"

The tavernkeeper, wielding a sledgehammer, pulled the hammer out of the smashed fish-man's stomach, picked up his arm and struck another blow, sending a fish-man behind his cook into the air, and the entire head disappeared.

"Who knows! Those weird and cruel evil gods, or demons from hell, you can choose one of them!"

Camos, who has been learning swordsmanship since he was a child, wields the long sword in his hand, and neatly decapitates the fishmen one by one, or cuts their throats or pierces their hearts, and after getting through the initial panic, he finds that the combat power of these monsters is really limited, and there are more than 400 men who can hold weapons on their side, and there is no problem in holding the first wave of attacks.

"They started to retreat. ”

After only a few tens of minutes of fighting, the huge casualties caused finally made these fishmen begin to retreat, they left their wounded companions and began to flee desperately to the wall, and dispersed the fishmen who were rushing here, so this huge attack ended hastily because of the fugitives.

"Whew~ This is like words. ”

The tavern keeper with the war hammer on his shoulder, looking at the fishmen who had withdrawn to the port, sat down on the ground a little tired, he had just killed almost ten fishmen, the heavy hammer was very lethal, but it was also quite physically demanding, and he was already past the age of youth and strength.

"We've almost killed more than a thousand mermaids, haven't we?" Looking at the mountain of corpses under the wall, Camos looked into the distance with his long sword, which didn't seem to have lost much. If such an attack had lasted a few times, sooner or later all of them would have been killed from fatigue.

"In the first assault, we lost seven warriors on our side, and twenty of the townspeople died, and everyone was more or less wounded, so we counted nearly thirty of us out of capability. ”

The deputy who had just finished the fight came to the tower again to report on the battle just counted. At this time, the captain of the garrison also rushed over from the other side of the tower, which was the division of labor between the two of them, and one was responsible for the command of a section of the wall.

"The casualties are still too high, and we can't hold out for long. Let one of the soldiers inform the town, gather the others into the barracks, and if the walls cannot be held, we will retreat somewhere, and have each squad pick out three men to go to the barracks to rest and prepare for the defense. ”

The captain of the garrison, who was covered in dark green blood, looked at the map of the town on the table, and estimated that the fish-man would not attack anytime soon, and finally came up with such an idea. The loss of nearly one-fifth of his manpower in the first impact greatly surprised him, and no one thought that the usually cowardly fishman would be so strong in this attack.

Everything that happened was so abnormal that he had to prepare for the worst. The barracks was the strongest structure in the town, all made of stone, with only one gate and connection, and at that time he could take turns resting, and now he needed some time to get the barracks ready for defense.

"Why is he here?"

The black hair was conspicuous in the crowd, and after breaking away from the excitement of the battle, Camos, who was sitting on the ground resting, noticed Mo Yan in the crowd. I don't know when he climbed the wall, his body was also covered in the green blood of the mermaid, and he didn't even have a decent weapon in his hand, the thick cleaver was found in the back kitchen of the tavern.

"Hey! Camos shouted to Mo Yan who was resting, although none of the sounds were accurate, but Mo Yan noticed Camos not far away and walked over with his cleaver. Knowing that Mo Yan didn't know how to communicate, Camos, who beckoned him over, didn't talk to him about anything.

Camos just thinks his side might be safer. Although Mo Yan didn't seem to be injured, with his thin body, it can only be said that it was a stroke of luck that he wasn't injured just now. Camos believed that if Mo Yan was surrounded by more than three fishmen, he might never see this new friend again.

And he has two mercenaries by his side to take care of him, and his skills are not too bad, so he should be able to take care of this thin new friend. It's just that Camos didn't know that the guards in the place where Mo Yan left were discussing something even more incredible, and that none of them had died because of the presence of that black-haired young man.

After resting for a while, some people left the fence and entered the nearby mobile house, and Mo Yan looked at the townspeople and guards who had left, most of them were seriously injured or older. The younger ones were left behind, making the already modest defensive line even thinner.

"Do you need someone to stand on the city wall so that those fish people don't dare to act rashly?" Mo Yan muttered to himself as he looked at the still huge crowd of fish. As for how to command a defensive battle, Mo Yan is actually not good at all, but he has watched a lot of ancient war movies, and he also has a general understanding of some rules for defending the city.

When they are outnumbered like this, they have to shrink the line of defense so that the defense can hold out longer, and the barracks not too far from the city wall seem to be the last line of defense, where they will wait for reinforcements to arrive.

"Huh, when did the rain turn green?"

But after resting for a while, the rain in the sky suddenly changed color. Camos reached out to catch the rain falling from the sky, rubbing his fingers at the strange gooey.

"Hmmm, it doesn't smell right, it's oh my God! Rain has turned to poison! Evacuate to a covered place! Everyone, don't stay in the rain!" sniffing the familiar smell of the rain, one of the townspeople suddenly shouted loudly. The tavernkeeper knew him, and as the apothecary of the town, no one was more familiar with potions than he was.

As if in conjunction with the poison that fell from the sky, the fishmen began to rush towards the wall again, and the guards could only flee to the barracks in a panic. Hordes of fishmen effortlessly climbed the undefended fence, following the fleeing guards, slaughtering the fleeing townspeople.

Some of the soldiers in the crowd stayed behind, trying to stop the monsters from killing, but their numbers were too small, and they were soon surrounded by dark green and became "islands", and it was only a matter of time before they were killed by the fishmen.