The bricks and earth rained down like a torrent of earth, knocking on the helmets and shields of the samurai, and the smoke was almost suffocating. The earth was soft, and the explosion kicked up the soft soil almost up to a person's knees. But the thousands of daredevils were still running wildly, the magic of desire burning their frantic hearts.

The first wave of death squads split into three parts, with the middle group being lightly armed warriors swooping down on the breach at lightning speed, trying to seize it as fast as they could. On the left and right, most of them were heavily armored warriors, carrying ladders and pushing shield carts, waving banners and rushing towards the intact walls and towers on both sides, attracting fire for the death squads advancing in the middle. Behind them, there was an endless breastwork and trench, lined with infantry and cavalry, trolls and war beasts, waiting for the moment to launch a general attack.

A large number of light artillery and ballistas were pushed out, and a torrent of stone projectiles and huge arrows were fired into the battlements of the red wall, and the dull crash was like hail against the tiles, and thousands of archers swarmed out, and the black feathered arrows were like rising locusts through the boiling clouds of smoke. The Chaos Dwarves ignited their light bazookas, wooden hoops, four-foot-long razor-sharp rockets roaring with long balance bars, trails of flame streaked across the dark sky. At this moment, the entire chaotic position in front of the blast point boiled feverishly, like an exploding volcano.

The crowd surged like a tide, appearing and disappearing in the clouds of smoke, and the cannon fire of the city responded, plowing the thunder of iron and lead into the rushing tide, bringing up waves of flesh and blood. But it may be that the shaking just now was too great, and many guns were knocked off the gun mount. The artillery fire of the counterattack on both sides of the gap was not dense, and it was completely unable to stop the wild torrent. The man in front fell, and those behind rushed after him, and the roar of the beast and the wild shouts of slaughter overpowered everything.

In the huge explosion just now, the city walls around the blast point were blown down about 30 meters wide, throwing a tower and hundreds of defenders into the sky, and the huge shaking made the defenders hundreds of meters away in front and behind fall to the ground, trembling limbs, bleeding from mouth and nose, unable to organize a decent defense for a while. And the daredevils seized the opportunity to swarm in. Like a school of fish breaking through a net. On the mound formed between the gap and the wall, shields and human heads were crowded, and purple Slaanesh banners waved wildly.

But the glittering crest of the magic array suddenly rose, and a strong white light pierced the dark night sky like lightning. Just for a moment. Countless blades of frost burst forth. A bloody path was cut through the crowd of ants, hundreds of heads and severed arms flew into the sky with frozen blood, and more soldiers suddenly stiffened in the cold wind. Stopped moving, like a frozen ice sculpture.

"This is the last magic array of city defense, don't be afraid!

The Chaos generals riding heavily armored war horses waved their military flags and let out a hoarse roar, they knew that this kind of instantaneous large-area killing magic could not be suddenly cast by mages personally, even high-level mages were difficult to do, and only the defensive magic array that had been arranged for a long time could have such a quick response. Either way, the walls have been breached, and the defensive magic array of Kislevgrad has been torn apart, and this opportunity must be seized no matter what.

The daredevils let out a terrifying roar and continued to rush towards the gap, stepping on the bloody mounds of dirt, trampling their frozen comrades under their feet, and pounced on the black hole in front of them like a frenzied ant colony, but they were answered by a torrent of shotguns and gunfire. At the moment when the magic array erupted, the reserves of the city's defenders had come to their senses, waving red war bear flags and pounced on the gap, pushing light short-barreled shotguns, carrying arquebuses and bows and arrows, pouring heavy fire on the invaders.

Under this onslaught, the first wave of death squads finally collapsed, the magic that had inspired them dissipated, and they crumbled and fled, throwing down their axes and shields, and their terrible screams echoed in the night sky like the wails of a beast before they died. Only hundreds of corpses were left lying on the gap, the warm blood quickly frozen into ice by the cold wind.

"It's nothing, anyway they're just some new believers with useless cannon fodder, second team, forward!"

The beast-type Great Witch Desarine frowned, and waved her arms to send out a flash of magic signal. So the second wave of death squads jumped out of the trench like a tidal wave, crossed the breastwork, and once again rushed through the gap in the cloud of smoke. Unlike the first wave, most of them were dressed in chain mail and scale armor, bronze helmets decorated with beast teeth, claws, and tails, and brass chaotic eight-pointed stars glittered on their shields. They are regular samurai of the Chaos Army, equipped and trained to be by no means comparable to the first wave of servants, fanatics, and Kislev converts.

Spears and halberds swung left and right, shields clash violently, and a second wave of death squads collided head-on with the defenders in the gap, turning the mountain of corpses into a boiling river. Flesh and blood flying, swords glittering, warriors cursing, roaring, huddled together, frantically wrestling, everyone understood that this was going to be a battle that would decide everything, so there was no room to retreat.

While fierce hand-to-hand combat was unfolding on the gap, the assist troops on the left and right flanks were also launching a fierce attack. They covered their bodies with shield carts eight or nine feet high, shot arrows fiercely, threw javelins wound with cotton wool, like crowded black rain clouds, ladders twenty meters high were erected, and the first sharp beast-faced iron hook shone with a terrifying light. Countless flashes of cannonballs and rockets flew over their heads and rained down in the city behind the red walls, sending clouds of smoke and sparks.

But the counterattack from the towers and walls was also fierce, with stone and lead bullets rising in a roar, shattering the shield carts and sending the stumps of the soldiers flying with blood. A rainstorm of arrows and ice rained down on the edge of the ladder, knocking hordes of samurai to the ground. From time to time, round thunderbolts rolled down from the battlements, and the red fuses squeaked and squeaked, and then exploded, sending iron pieces and shockwaves in all directions, carrying the breath of death.

But one by one, the light artillery and ballista carts of the Chaos Position pushed out of the trench and approached the great red wall, like a scorpion crawling out of a cave. Four hundred meters, three hundred meters, ignoring the pillars of smoke rising in front and behind, left and right, little by little, many tall shield carts were with them, with their huge bodies to attract the fierce fire on the wall. Finally, about 200 meters closer to the city wall, these motley light guns fired along with the ballistas, projecting stone projectiles and huge arrows onto the wave-like battlements of the red wall.

After a few waves of heavy fire, the fire on the battlement gradually weakened, and the tall ladder was erected again, like a giant tree suddenly rising on the plain, and the winches and pulleys turned, and one by one they fell against the red wall, and the huge bronze claws and hard red bricks glewed into a brilliant fire. Cheers rang out like thunder, and the swarming Chaos warriors roared up the ladder. (To be continued......)