There were no exhilarating trumpets, no fighters or shouts.

When the two were completely close, with a roar, countless refugees raised all kinds of weapons in their hands and frantically swarmed towards this side.

The flow of people like a tide was dense, and as soon as it approached, a large rain of arrows was ushered in.

Countless people were shot to the ground, but the soldiers in the rear continued to charge regardless of it.

Some of them even panicked to pick up the weapons of the dead bodies so that they could replace the farm tools in their hands.

Arrows! Flying Stones! Crossbow bolts! Macadam!

Even the catapults, which had been transported all the way to break the city, began to roar at this moment.

With a loud bang, the soldiers who rushed up against countless attacks collided with the improvised wooden walls.

The walls of several meters high made of tree trunks were almost toppled to the ground in the violent shaking.

Before the soldiers above could stand firm, countless refugees had already begun to wreath.

Those who carry ladders upwards and swing axes to frantically chop ropes and tree stumps.

There was also a large group of people shaking the wooden wall desperately in an attempt to knock it to the ground.

A large group of soldiers rushed to the front, holding various shields in their hands, and some even holding pot lids and planks.

Regardless of whether the things in their hands can play a protective role, this group of guys desperately climbed upward.

It's just that the camp set up by elite troops is not something that can be easily destroyed.

Not to mention that the leader of the team is the old general, a veteran with a cautious personality.

The sturdy wooden stake is more than half a meter into the ground, and no matter how the crowd shakes, it is unwilling to fall.

The ropes that bind the trunk of the tree were also divided into several strands, and even one or two of them could not break the wall.

Even between the gaps in the tree trunks, a large number of soldiers with spears stabbed wildly, trying to force the group of enemies back.

It's a pity that although the refugees don't know how to crack this defensive trick, they can't stand up to the large number of them, and they dare to fight hard.

The crowd holding the shield squeezed directly into the gap in the wall, allowing the spears on the opposite side to poke at them, but they did not take a step back.

Some guys even grabbed their long-pole weapons and inserted them into the cracks to fight back.

There were also some refugees who could not squeeze in, armed with all kinds of bows and arrows, shooting indiscriminately, some of them successfully hitting the walls and enemies, and some of them fell directly into their own ranks.

Chaos, madness, fighting, deathmatch.

A large number of corpses fell outside the wooden wall, and the wooden wall began to crumble in their constant attacks.

A hole in the wall appeared as a stake broke completely.

The next moment, a large number of soldiers crowded into the camp along the gap and launched a random attack on the surrounding enemy.

And on top of the wooden wall, there were also soldiers who stepped on their companions and climbed up.

It's a pity that before they could launch an offensive, they were poked down by countless defenders with spears.

It's just that when they fall down, many people can't help but grab the barrel of the gun and pull it indiscriminately.

Some of the soldiers defending the city reacted quickly, and released their spears at the last moment.

The other part was not so clever, feeling that their hands were tight, they subconsciously clenched the barrel of the gun, and then even the person with the gun was pulled by the other party and led down the city wall.

What awaits them is the crowd of people and the blades that stand up in a row............

Seeing that the city wall was damaged, the old general, who was supervising the battle on the city wall with a long sword, suddenly raised his hand and waved it backwards.

The next moment, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time raised the bottles and cans in their hands and smashed them desperately towards the crowd below.

As the clay pot struck the refugees, the pitch-black liquid spilled all over the body.

Before they could react, several rockets had already fallen.

Next second! The flames spread!

Kerosene! Items that have been generous and colorful in ancient times in China and the West.

After being contaminated with the human body, it will not be extinguished until the human body is burned to charcoal.

In the face of the natural weapon of fire, even if the refugees are heroic, they do not have the courage to carry it.

As the fire spread, the city walls were quickly plunged into a sea of fire, and even the wooden walls began to burn.

After struggling desperately for a while, the refugees, who had no chance to rush in, finally chose to retreat.

Dragging the bodies of their companions, the group fled back in disarray.

Standing on the city wall and looking at the crowd that receded like a tide, the soldiers defending the city gathered together with pale faces, and did not have any idea of pursuit.

It wasn't until he saw the crowd completely disappear from view that the old general, who was blackened all over, breathed a sigh of relief.

When he found his son in the crowd, he found that his son was also in disarray, his helmet was missing, and his hair was burned.

After counting the battle damage, he sent people outside the city to extinguish the fire and began to strengthen the city walls.

The father and son returned to the tent again with a few adjutants for a meeting.

It's just that this time, no one has a smile on their faces, and instead there is only solemnity.

The old general sat on the main seat and spoke first.

"Report the battle damage."

"Yes! The number of enemy casualties cannot be counted, but it is conservatively estimated to be more than 6,000, and our side has more than 1,000 killed in battle and about 2,000 wounded.............

The adjutant who stood up suddenly paused when he said this, and his face was also ugly.

Not only him, but also other officers.

Of course, it is impossible to count the identities of the war dead, because the soldiers who died in the battle, except for the group of people who died in the city, the heads of everyone else are gone.

Combat is crazy, fierce and not afraid of death, and kills people must be beheaded.

Although the battle was only less than half an hour, the crazy energy of the other party had already scared the generals enough.

If it weren't for the effect of the last fire, I'm afraid the city would have been broken at this time.

When the time comes, let them fight with those crazy people with their lives without protection, just thinking about everyone feels creepy.

The old general glanced around the crowd, and was also in a bad mood.

The other side fought so wildly, and wore the armor of other legions.

So what will be the result of the other legions, there is no need to even guess at this time.

"This is the end of it! It's useless to think too much, immediately send scouts to check on the enemy's movements, and at the same time send people back home to seek support and prepare for a full-scale war. ”

Rubbing his forehead with a headache, the old general immediately gave an order.

Although it hurt to be hit head-on by the other party, and the ferocity of the other party was far beyond his expectations.

But the old general did not think that his side would lose.

After all, there's more than one country on their side.

When the legions sent by other countries are destroyed, how can they rest on their laurels?

When all countries send troops in full force, even if these guys fight and die, it will be useless.

Their immediate priority now is to enclose as much territory as possible after defeating the enemy.

As the order was delivered, the two groups of cavalry quickly rushed out of the blackened wall, one group headed straight for the enemy camp in the distance, and the other group made a detour to their own direction.

At the same time, the refugee teams that had been repelled in the first wave of the offensive were now desperately chopping bamboo, preparing to use them to make improvised bamboo ladders to climb over the city walls.

And in the middle of the large army, a large group of soldiers wearing the finest armor and holding all kinds of weapons have also been assembled.

They carried shields or groups of a dozen people, carrying a makeshift tree trunk that was used as an improvised battering ram.

They are the most elite fighters in the refugee ranks, and they are the most advanced in terms of strengthening.

After letting the cannon fodder test the enemy's strength, this elite unit is finally ready to make a move.

After everything was ready, everyone looked at each other, and a hint of fierceness flashed in their eyes.

The next moment, the roar sounded again, and a large army with countless bamboo ladders and siege tree trunks as the vanguard launched a second attack.