Under the night sky.

The roar was like thunder.

Huge shadows cast by the moonlight swept over the walls.

With its wings spread, a manticore, at least five meters wide, hovered in mid-air.

On the city wall, a riot suddenly broke out.

Someone fell to his knees in horror: "It's a manticore, a man-eating beast, and the enemy has sent a manticore, is this the punishment of the Holy Fire for us who have betrayed our faith?" ”

"Heavenly Father, please use your divine power to destroy these evil beasts!"

The manticore, a fierce beast, had already dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the defenders on the city wall before it really made a move.

This is also the reason why Rauf attaches great importance to the manticore knights, when it comes to the battlefield, these fierce beasts can neither breathe fire nor be good at land combat.

The direct damage they can do is limited.

But what is most important is how much they hit the enemy's morale, and in the Saracen world, what child has never heard their parents' threats to "if you don't obey, let the manticore take you away"?

Nomadic herders in many areas often have livestock and even people taken away by manticores, and the fear of this vicious beast has long been deep-rooted.

But what Rauf did not expect was that the militiamen, despite their fear, remained at their posts and did not waver.

"Shao Teniang's fart, a group of winged beasts, whoever dares to snatch Lao Tzu's land, Lao Tzu wants them to die!"

"That's right, behind us is home, our wives and children are watching us, and we have no way back!"

"Don't forget, Lord Earl is a god, and he will lead us to victory."

Unlike the Armenian mercenary regiment, a group of professional thugs who take money to do things, the morale of the conscripted militia is very high, although their combat effectiveness is limited.

Because they knew very well that even if the port of Ayla was breached, they would not be liquidated, and the land they were allotted would definitely be confiscated during the reign of Lothar.

They will still live back to the life of the past, where the day is dark, the future is bleak, and there is no hope in sight.

They roared and shouted, cheering themselves up.

Attracted the side glances of the knights who were trying to boost the morale of the Black Eagle Banner team.

"Look, even those militiamen know that they have no way out, how dare you be cowardly, have you forgotten the kindness of the Earl to you?"

"Remember the fighting skills I have taught you, there is nothing to fear from those pagan enemies."

The manticore knights circled in the sky, each picking a worthy target, and soon they were aiming for Lothar, who was standing on the rampart of the city and dressed in a distinctly different way from ordinary soldiers.

"That's the leader of the Frankish barbarians, kill him!"

The Manticore knight harnessed his mount, took off his javelin from his saddle, and swooped down.

The ability to perform decapitation tactics and their high mobility are also one of their greatest strengths.

The javelin, with the sound of whistling wind, was thrown down.

Because of their swooping stance, they threw their javelins with much higher accuracy than they would in the sky, and they were incredibly powerful.

Standing behind Lothar, like Curles hiding in the shadows, suddenly disappeared.

Blood-colored shadows flickered in midair.

He heard the sound of metal clashing, and all ten javelins were intercepted by him and cut in two.

The manticore begins to slow down to avoid hitting the ground.

Getting closer.

The sense of oppression given by these behemoths is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.

But in front of Lothar, it was really not enough to see.

Whether compared to the Earth Dragon or the Sea Dragon, the Manticore Lion can only be regarded as a small person.

Knort.

The manticore's claws, along with its behemoth body, slammed into Prajna's shield.

Sharp claws make a screeching sound at it.

Prajna is under his feet, but he does not move at all.

The ghost-faced relief on the black shield bared his teeth and grinned, as if he was very uncomfortable.

Lothar took the opportunity to take a step forward, the blood waterfall was activated, his physique instantly nearly doubled, and the sharp shining cross sword in his hand drew a silver light, lifting from the bottom up.

Blood, mixed with colorful internal organs, gushed out.

With this sword, he actually cut open the manticore's tough belly, and the experience bar also jumped up a small section - calculated that as long as he could kill five manticores, he would be able to move up another level.

Hans did not wolf.

Dressed in iron armor and wearing the winged helmet of a Teutonic knight, he knocked a manticore out of the way.

The mounted spear in his hand swept out like an iron rod, and smashed the manticore lion that attacked behind him again.

Hans, whose level has been raised to level 50, has exceeded 100 in strength, even if he does not become a werewolf, it is by no means something that a manticore lion can deal with.

Coors was still exerting his strength, and he suddenly appeared behind a manticore, the scarlet blade flashed, and the knight behind him had his head cut off.

The gushing blood became Frigila's spell-casting tool, and it quickly turned into a bloody spear to attack these thick-skinned beasts.

Below the city, because of the distance, the soldiers did not see this scene clearly, only knew that there was a big battle at the head of the city, and the officers below loudly urged the soldiers under their hands, ordering them to speed up the pace of advance.

But at this time.

Just listen to a whistling.

From the towering Siegfried Tower, more than a dozen slingstones flew out at the same time, smashing into the siege towers.

Some of the boulders were bounced off by the skin and iron plates on them.

However, there are also boulders that directly penetrate the weak points of the splicing on the siege towers, so that half of the siege towers that are six meters high are destroyed in an instant.

Immediately after, there was a sharp whistling sound from a sharp weapon piercing the air.

Giant crossbow arrows, made of hardwood the thickness of a child's arm, were fired from the tower's ballistae, piercing through the siege engine's shield and piercing the heads of the soldiers below and into the ground.

Blood, splattered the Saracen soldier in the face.

The siege vehicles, which were pierced through the ground and the top by crossbow arrows, were in a situation where they could not advance or retreat.

It was the officer of the hundred-man squad who immediately made a decision, cut off the root of the crossbow arrow, and shouted hoarsely: "Push forward, and when you reach the enemy's city, they will not be able to shoot us." ”

It's the truth.

The shooting holes on Siegfried's tower, no matter how cleverly designed, have dead ends.

But the trench outside Port Eyra, and the suspension bridge, have not yet been resolved.

The conscripted peasants, carrying planks and sandbags, were still on the way to the charge, and were under attack from Armenian slingers and archers.

They were a group of draftees who couldn't afford to wear armor, pure cannon fodder, the only rudimentary shield they could use to defend against ranged attacks, and they had to carry sandbags to stay in the camp.

On the contrary, many peasant soldiers were conscripted, relying on the planks originally used to fill the trenches, and many Armenians were able to block the shots of many Armenians.

These Armenian light infantry from Cilicia were also poor, and the bows and arrows and slings they used were very limited in penetration.

If you are dealing with an enemy with a helmet and armor and is heavily armed, it will not be of much use at all.

But unfortunately, their current target is precisely a group of unarmored cloth conscripts.

…

Rauf watched from afar.

The face is a little ugly.

"Damn, how are these Frankish trebuchets so accurate?"

In the blink of an eye, half of the siege engines he had prepared were destroyed, which meant that the number of soldiers he could transport to the city walls at the same time would be greatly reduced.

At that time, even if you have the advantage of your own forces, you will not be able to give full play to this advantage at all.

Once they fall into a war of attrition, the Chief Thousand will definitely suffer huge losses, you know, these are all well-equipped and well-trained elites under their own hands.

He looked at the dark wizard wearing a skull collar beside him, and said:

"Master Minomet, it's time for you to strike, my manticore-tailed knight has already entangled the enemy's witches, and now is the perfect time for you to do it."

"The enemy's army on the walls is definitely limited, because they still have to deal with our soldiers inside, as long as half of the siege towers are close to the walls, the battle will be secure."

Minometus didn't hesitate any longer, he could see that the enemy's wizard level was not low, but compared to himself, it should be a lot worse.

At this time, there is also the assistance of those manticores.

Around him, a black mist filled the air, accompanied by a terrible scream, and there were faint souls of the dead surrounding him.

I saw him step out, and his body had already drifted away dozens of meters away.

Then.

Finally a siege tower approached the trench, and soon a passage to the wall was laid out of sandbags and planks, as the peasants were recruited to bury it at the risk of life and death.

This was actually intentional on Lothar's part.

A bite of a dragon's breath, or a round of stone throwing, can of course smash a siege tower.

But the enemy's losses are probably only a few dozen.

Only when the siege towers are built on the walls will the war turn into a terrifying war of attrition, and the enemy's follow-up forces will continue to climb the walls under the temptation of "internal unrest in the enemy".

The port of Ella will become a bloodletting pool for Rauf prepared by Lothar, a terrifying meat grinder.

Bang –

The planks on the siege tower smashed between the battlements of the wall.

Along the ladder on the siege tower, the black-armored soldiers who climbed up roared and rushed towards the Eagle Banner Brigade that had formed a shield formation on this side.

The Eagle Banner Brigade remained unmoved.

The shield array resembles a wall, so that the enemy cannot find a target for attack.

Someone wielded blunt weapons such as maces and axes in an attempt to smash through the shield wall that stood in the way, but behind the shield wall, a Roman dagger had pierced out like a viper.

Blood, quickly stained the masonry of the city walls.

A second siege tower was built on the wall.

Ned and other knights led the Black Hawk Banner Team, and kept speaking to boost their morale: "Young men, this will be the first battle since the establishment of the Black Hawk Banner Team, for the glory of the Black Hawk, this battle, we will never retreat!" ”