The Jeruts have a slight wildness, or militancy, of other races. Perhaps it is because the gods have been subtle about this people for tens of thousands of years, or perhaps the element of violence in their own blood has always existed, and the Yeruts worship force more than other peoples. In a period of relative peace, the city-states competed with each other to attack, raised a large number of siege monsters, and many heroes emerged.

When the war of the gods came, these rudeness and savagery, which had once made other peoples laugh, became a sharp blade hanging over their heads.

If it weren't for Rosie's stop, the bald head would have planned to drag the less than 10,000 people into the field and have a frontal group charge with the Leriates. You must know that there are seventy or eighty thousand people on the other side, and each of them is a young and strong elite team. With one to eight, perhaps only the Jeruts can do it, and perhaps this is why the Jeruts, including their gods, dare to challenge the entire Southern Regions by themselves.

Of course, there is also an element of bald heads who want to vent. From the time the army marched north to the mountains, the war was not so satisfying. First, the vast forest blocked the path of the besieging beasts, and then the Leria people used the cover of the forest to inflict unforgettable losses on the army. Thinking of the big and small troubles encountered along the way, the bald head desperately needed to calm his heart with a bloody and brutal killing.

Fortunately, he was still a commander-in-chief and did not forget his identity and the ultimate purpose of this war, so he listened to Rossi's persuasion and did not pull the team into a noisy battle with one enemy and eight enemies.

This offensive and defensive battle is not the slightest difficulty in Rossi's opinion. The Leria people gave up infantry and cavalry because of geography and other factors, which was a very correct choice. But it is precisely because of this correct choice that they have no choice at this time.

Siege warfare is not compared to the number of archers, nor is it compared to the accuracy of marksmen, but to the morale of both sides and the desire for victory, and to whose martial arts are more exquisite and whose strength is stronger in hand-to-hand combat.

There would not be a Jeruth who would put the Lerea on the wall and wait for them to draw their bows and shoot arrows, and they would not even grant them their wish to go up the wall.

Because they lack weapons.

Yes, it's a lack of weapons.

In the siege that has just ended, the Yeruts taught the Lerea a vivid lesson with their shields, changge, and one-handed heavy weapons, and taught them what was the most formal way to conduct such a battlefield.

On the other hand, what do the Lerea have?

Each of them carried two baskets of arrows, which contained thirty or forty arrows. There was also a long dagger stuck in his waist, which was no more than a foot long. What else is there to be in light but unprotective leather armor?

From the beginning, it was an asymmetrical battle.

Looking at the Leria warriors holding wooden shields under the hillside outside the city walls, the bald mouth couldn't close with a smile. Wooden shields are not bad, and in some protracted battles, they are light enough and protective enough to withstand some attacks, enough to defeat those heavy triangular shields, knight shields, and tower shields in terms of cost performance. But now that it is a siege, how can these hastily made wooden shields withstand the bombardment of sassal wood and boulders, and how can they withstand the boiling water and combustible oil?

Rossi searched the city, finding all the materials that could be used to refine oil, refining dozens of cans of oil, adding some phosphorus powder and wood chips, and some aluminum products and rust powder. The forests are hotter and humid than the plains, and iron products are very easy to rust without coating, and some of the weapons and materials in the army are made of aluminum, so it is not difficult to obtain materials.

This fuel is Rossi's killer weapon, and once released, it is like a demon out of the cage. However, he felt that it didn't matter, anyway, as long as the dead and wounded were the enemy, the proportion of the entire compatibility and the composition of the material were currently known only to him.

In such a situation, a suicidal siege began, and the Lerea people directly pressed the entire army on it, without even thinking about tempting.

The mountain fire in the back burned with their butts, how could they have time to try again and again slowly?

The horn representing the war was blown, and the war drums were rhythmically beaten, and the Lerea people held a simple wooden shield with a tragic face, and began to attack the city.

With Rossi's command, the first thing to fall from the city was boiling water. The ends are different, the means are different.

When the Jeruts attacked the city, the purpose of the Lerea was to prevent the Jeruts from successfully taking the city, so they were the first to destroy the Jeruth's siege equipment with sassal wood and boulders. After changing their identities, the Yeruts didn't care where the city ultimately belonged, their purpose was purely to kill and injure the enemy, so boiling water was the first choice.

Boiling water can cause widespread burns as soon as it is poured on a person, and the more armor and clothing you wear, the more severe the persistent burns you will receive. Burns are easier to defeat people's willpower than sword wounds, and in wars since ancient times, it is common for some heroes and generals to fight bravely with several or more knives in their bodies. But who could see that heroes and generals who were badly burned could still fight until the end of the war?

As soon as the boiling water was poured down, a burst of steaming rose from beneath the city, and the vapor soon obscured each other's vision, and only the screams of the Lerea pierced through the fog and reached the ears of the Jeruthians on the walls.

The wounded were dragged away, and the soldiers behind them rushed up again, and they re-erected the ladder and climbed it again.

One by one, the sassalwoods were placed on the top of the city wall, and the people of Leria were terrified, but they could not help it, so they could only grit their teeth and climb up. In order to maximize the damage to these soldiers, Rossi did not ask the archers to scatter at the soldiers under the city, and deliberately gathered them together.

When the people on the ladder had climbed two-thirds of the way, huge pieces of wood were pushed down. The soldier who climbed at the front screamed and jumped straight down the ladder. There are people below, and they don't necessarily fall to death, but if they are taken down by a sassaga tree, they can definitely kill people.

The high-level leaders of Leriath looked at it from afar, and their hearts were like ashes. They hadn't been through many wars in the first place, and as a neutral city-state, no one was willing to attack this relatively united city, which gave the Lerea a place to live, but also reduced their war potential.

At this moment, they could already anticipate the outcome of this war.

Leria's horn sounded again, and the rhythm became different, and Rossi was slightly vigilant. He immediately discovered that a large number of soldiers were no longer relying solely on ladders, but had begun to ascend the city in an almost unprecedented way. The Leria soldiers, who arrived from the rear of the battlefield, each carried a small contraption with a wooden frame that resembled the word "well", made of thick round wood. The soldiers placed these scaffolding-like things under the city walls, piled them one by one, and soon formed a scaffolding-like thing.

They were fastened with soft vines, and the scaffolding was constantly stepped on to climb upwards, and then constantly fixed, and it was easy to create a structure that could be quickly climbed and charged.

I have to say that these Lerians still have a little brain, but it's a pity that they ran into Rosie.

Rossi immediately arranged for a large number of oil cans to be brought up from under the city walls, and he did not let people pour them down immediately, but waited for more Leria to concentrate on attacking the city.

It seems to have been stimulated by this positive side, and the entire structure of the scaffolding is almost covered with Leria's soldiers. These scaffolds can resist the fall of sassal wood and some heavy objects to a certain extent, and the loose but not collapsed structure can well remove the impact force, which greatly improves the morale of the people of Leria.

More and more Leriates rushed over with scaffolding on their backs, and when there were at least 20,000 people under the city, and Leria's were barely five meters from the wall, Rosie had the oil cans open and pour the fuel inside.

Thick fuel is not very fluid, but it is at least liquid and also splashes and slips. The Lerians at the top didn't know what this kind of thing was, but so far it didn't make a big difference, they didn't care about the splashing of fuel, and continued to frantically install the building handed down below with the fuel, and continued to climb.

Seeing that the Lerea were getting closer and closer to the wall, and that the Jerutian soldiers standing on the wall could touch the Leriates with a long ge, Rosie had the torches dropped.

When the torch came into contact with the fuel-covered Leriad at the front, it didn't burst into flames immediately, but made the torch want to be extinguished. Leria's eyes were first shocked, then joyful, and there was a look of contempt.

Torches were thrown into the crowd, some of them landed on the scaffolding, and after the first white smoke erupted out of nowhere, a huge burst of fire flickered, followed by a thick puff of smoke.

In the smoke, the dazzling white light continued to light up and go out, in exchange for the terrible screams of the people, and even this screaming became weaker and weaker.

The entire city wall, from top to bottom, was covered by a thick white mist.