The short respite relieved many of the bandits, and considering that they had been sleepless all day, the Wind-Seeker, as their leader, had the cooks stew a pot of spice-sprinkled stew to calm their stomachs.

"Eat, drink, and fill your bellies as much as you can," exclaimed the little leader in charge of distributing the food, and the flesh on his cheeks shook and the sound of "Herod" from time to time, as he imitated the expression of the cattle gobbling up, "and then we will draw our knives and put on a good show in front of the shivering old men." ”

Some of the young bandits followed his advice and tried to eat as much as possible, so that when the shield hit them, they would "be bounced off by their round bellies". However, the sand bandits, who are a little older, are used to seeing the big scenes of life and death struggles, but at this time, they take small bites and swallow slowly, although they don't eat much, but they will make sure that the food is fully chewed.

Eating is also a science. Especially before going into battle. Anyone with experience knows that the most fatal thing is not a smashed shield, but an unstoppable scimitar and spear, and a stomach full of undigested food will make your mind dull, clumsy, and you may not be able to treat and suture it after being cut in the chest and abdomen. But it's not enough to eat too little, and wielding a scimitar to chop the enemy's skull is also a very heavy physical work, and you need to replenish yourself enough energy in advance.

After eating enough, some of the sand bandits couldn't hold on any longer, and just lay down in place and snored. After all, yesterday's rapid march during the day, coupled with the artillery bombardment of the city walls at night, the sleepiness brought by fatigue is no longer something that can be resisted by refreshing tobacco.

At this time, the elite wind-hearers who pretended to be the leaders of the Sand Bandit Alliance showed their differences.

Through long-term rigorous and professional training, the energy of these hearers is far beyond the reach of others, and they do not even rest for more than two days in order to complete the task. Add to that the fact that they take time to take a break and replenish their energy, and they can even last longer.

So, these people, with their henchmen, the lucky ones who slept with stuffing in their ears and eyes during the shelling last night, patrolled around the camp on camel beasts, and served as a guard for the sleeping people.

This scene was watched by One-Eye, who held the brass telescope in his hand, and he raised his head again, squinting at the eternal blazing sun that slowly climbed up to the sky, "It's a good day," One-Eye said to himself, "It's a good day to kill people and set fires." ”

"That's right," his brother echoed with a crooked mouth, hearing One-Eye's words, "and after a night of bombing, it's time for our 'young man' to fire two shots." ”

In order to strengthen the city's defenses, the Scales of Eternal Order Chamber of Commerce also sent two cannons to Spat City two days ago, as well as a relatively sufficient amount of ammunition. They are the "lads" in crooked mouths, used to replace the original ballistas.

Although there are not many of them, the quality of the artillery provided by the Scales of Eternal Order is very good. The gun is made of copper and iron metal casting, and the gun body is also fixed with an iron hoop to ensure continuous fire in a short period of time without fear of exploding.

In addition to the quality, along with the artillery was sent a strict and detailed "Artillery Operation Instruction Manual" - which reflected the great attention paid to the details of preparing the artillery for battle.

The cannon was loaded into the barrel, which was then filled with a wooden or sheepskin plug, which was pressed with an iron rod to ensure that the plug would never fly out of the chamber in any case, except by the force of the explosion of the gun.

The gunners then carried the iron-coated stone projectiles to the front of the cannon and carefully filled the chamber. The shells were designed to match the breech, and the polished caliber was fairly neat and close to a seamless.

The gunner who operates the firing artillery, after simple training, although it cannot reach the prediction of many skillful people, but it has a mark set in advance, and then combined with the code pattern drawn in advance for aiming, at least there will not be much deviation.

The pitch angle of fire was then fine-tuned by raising the turret with a wooden wedge, and the cannon pad was placed in place with a huge wooden beam while the wooden beam was pressed against the stone to absorb the excess recoil.

This prevents the impact of the gunpowder explosion and the violent recoil, which can deflect the cannon from the correct position, which can lead to misfire. Finally, packets of gunpowder were filled into the fire door, and the shooting preparations were completed.

"Adjust the elements, launch!"

Keeping an eye on the successful completion of the launch process, the thick and thin crooked mouth, excitedly pouted and ordered.

With a "boom" sound, the gunpowder exploded, creating a huge thrust that pushed the ammunition out of the barrel.

Thick smoke drifts out of the muzzle, and the iron sheet on the stone projectile rubs against the barrel of the cannon to emit a flash of fire, which heats up and softens, making it easier to splash around after hitting the target, so as to deal area damage to nearby enemies.

The sound was full of shocking sounds, and most of the sand bandits who were resting outside the city woke up, even if some thought that their own artillery was powerful and didn't want to pay attention to it, but then the miserable howls of their companions still woke them up from their sleep.

"Hmph, it's just in time," saw some of his men being blown apart by the cannonballs fired from Spath City, and a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the leader of the bandits, and he thought to himself, "Just so I don't have to talk a little more." Just ......"

“...... What are you scum waiting for, waiting for them to put their scimitars to their necks? Why don't you get up quickly!" the leader of the bandits roared suddenly, and kept slamming the back of his knife on the heads of his terrified men, "I'm afraid, don't you hear me?" They had only two guns, rushed up and climbed the walls, and when they got close the artillery was useless. ”

"What are you still doing, are your wallets bulging? Do you still think those lords in the city will take the initiative to reward you?"

After saying that, the leader of the sand bandits rushed towards the city of Spat alone, and when he saw that his boss was taking the lead, most of his direct subordinates were also encouraged, and let out an unknown cry, and rushed over.

Seeing this, the rest of the Sand Bandit Alliance, after all, were making a living by licking blood from the knife edge, and they were all immediately ferocious, and they drew their weapons and launched a charge towards Sparter City. It's just that they didn't pay attention, the leader who rushed out first slowed down and fell, and as he ran, he fell from the first echelon of the charge to the rear of the formation.

The ladders, which had been hastily made by carpenters, came in handy at this time, and there were special sand bandits carrying them towards the front of the city wall.

When the ladder reached the top of the castle and the bandits at the front began to howl and climb the walls, iron javelins, feathered arrows, and stones with stabilizing wings rained down on the heads of the enemies who were trying to climb.

All sorts of sounds rang out: swords clashing against shields, slashing throats, arrows plunging into chests, stones smashing heads, and of course, the wails of the wounded on the battlefield.