"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sentries on the watchtower shouted.

Rhodes and Caroline climbed up the wall, and looked out into the distance, and below the hillside, more and more fires gradually appeared, and soon all the fires were connected into a line, and became a sea of flames! A rough estimate of at least a thousand troops rushed towards the camp.

Sure enough, the rebels of Errengrad had come to attack the camp. However, before they actually fought, Rhodes wasn't sure if the gang was Örengrad's regular army or just a mob.

"Ready!"

Facing the direction of the approaching firelight, Rhodes shouted loudly. The three hundred Norscan warriors in the camp behind him immediately put down everything they were doing and climbed the wall with their weapons.

These weapons were no ordinary cold weapons, and when Rhodes brought them out of Blackhammer Keep, he also brought out the hundred dwarven shotguns, so at least a hundred of the three hundred Norscan infantry standing on the wall carried dwarven muskets. Plus the bows and arrows they themselves equipped, spears. In terms of long-range lethality, it has actually crushed the Quesa infantry that Cohen left for himself.

The enemy was approaching, and it was only then that Rhodes saw that this was an army of militia, or in short, a mob......

"Brothers, you have followed me everywhere, and we have shed blood and wounded. We've seen terrible enemies, we've fought raging werewolves, we've fought savage beastmen, we've fought ferocious swamp demons, we've been through so much, and who among you would tell me that you would fear a mob?"

Standing on the wall, facing his own soldiers, Rhodes shouted.

"They are like a flock of lambs, trembling under our butcher's knives. They have completely forgotten their fathers, and the gods have abandoned them. So, put away your mercy and beat them all down! blow them all in the head and kill them all! Let them know how powerful the Black Hammer Fortress warriors are!"

Rhodes' pre-war speech roared like a beast and quickly resonated with all the soldiers. These Norsca raiders were born warriors, trained countless times only to fight on the battlefield, and blood and money were the things they craved most.

"Roar!"

The roar of the three hundred Norsca warriors was like the roar of a group of beasts, and the momentum was like a rainbow. The other Kislev soldiers in the camp couldn't help but look shocked.

Soon, the first wave of long-range mutual firing began.

Because the longbow had a longer range than the shotgun, Rhodes' Norscan infantry had to hide under their shields to fend off the rain of arrows before the enemy approached the wall. Under the wooden wall, a large round shield was erected, and the arrows shot from outside the camp fell on the large shield and were bounced off, making a sound like raindrops.

Everyone was patient, and the anger of the Norscan raiders was building little by little......

Soon, the first wave of mobs approached the bastion. There was a noisy shout of killing in his ears, and under his feet, the black and oppressive mob rushed towards the fortress like a tide.

"Fire!"

Looking at the dense array of rebels approaching the camp with siege weapons, Rhodes gave the first battle order.

Under the night sky, dozens of bullets burst out of the thick barrel, taking more than a dozen lives in an instant. Before the Erengrad armed militia at the forefront could pick up their shields to defend themselves, they were shot in the body and head by high-speed projectiles.

Even if they took the shield, the rough and simple leather shield was shot through directly, and the bullet entered the eye, and the blood flowed like a ......

"Ready!"

Standing at the gate of the fortress, Rhodes gave the second command.

The mob carried the battering ladder and the battering ram to move on. Despite his reluctance to kill these poor civilians, Rhodes knew he had no choice, the battlefield was so brutal that if you didn't kill them, they would come and kill you.

"Fire!"

Soon, when the bullets were reloaded, Rhodes gave a third command. 1800 Literature

In the smoke of gunfire, a second wave of bullets fired at the mob under the camp. More than a dozen armed militiamen fell in pools of blood. The shotguns purchased from the dwarves had a very short range, but they were so powerful that they could even pierce the elk's head at close range, and even with shields, the armed militia could not resist the close-range fire of Rhodes's men.

When close enough, spears and stones began to be thrown. The scene in front of me was somewhat similar to the Battle of the Evil Moon a month ago. It's just that the fierce and bloodthirsty beastmen have been replaced by the mob of Erengrad. The combat effectiveness is completely different.

By the time they rushed below the camp, forty or fifty mobs had already died under the long-range attacks of the defenders.

"Are they coming up, are they coming up?"

The dwarf Bogur stood beside Rhodes, screaming excitedly, not tall enough to poke his head out to see beneath the wall. All I heard was the constant screams, and the dull sound of the fortress gates being slammed.

"Not yet. ”

Rod returned, continuing to observe the situation outside the camp.

Although the bastion can provide 360 degrees of shooting without dead angles, it is a temporary carpentry project after all, and cannot withstand the impact of heavy weapons such as battering rams for a long time. Therefore, Ruder Finn must always pay attention to the safety of the wall, whether there are cracks, and whether it can be carried out.

However, the dwarf wasted no time in continuing to nag......

"When are they coming? I can't wait for my axe!

He screamed, screaming like a child beside Rod.

"Damn, you'd love to see them climb up and cut us, would?"

Rod was impatient. It's like you're focused on one thing while someone is nagging around you. It's annoying. But the dwarven butcher obviously didn't understand Rod's expression, or rather, he didn't care, he only cared about how many people he could kill on the battlefield......

"No, it's us who cut them!"

The butcher shouted excitedly, clenching his axe with both hands and striking it hard.

"Then I'll throw you down, as I did that day, and you go down and cut them, and I'll watch from above. ”

Rod yelled in distraught. A shot almost hit him in the head, but fortunately he reacted quickly and turned his head sideways to dodge the feathered arrows that fell from the sky.

Unexpectedly, Bogur didn't seem to be restrained at all, he just continued to howl—

"Okay, throw me down!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Bogur shouted.

I'll go......

Being so noisy that Rod took a look at the situation under the wall and decided to take the initiative. Because it seems that the mob has focused all their energy on attacking the gate, and has no regard for attacks from the flanks or rear.

After making an impromptu plan, Rhodes gave Caroline the task of defending the camp and ran to the rear of the camp himself to gather the soldiers. Celta was the first to arrive.

"Open the back door, brothers, if you want to kill someone, follow me!"

Carrying the tomahawk on his shoulder, Rod roared. Behind him, more than fifty Norsca warbands quickly gathered, and they roared excitedly and rushed out of the camp like a pack of beasts......