The second boulder, which smashed the battlements and rolled all the way into the city from the city wall, then smashed through the roof of a house near the city wall with a bang, and the bones were crushed into mud all the way through, and the broken stones were like missiles thrown by the catapults, so that the defenders did not even dare to lift their heads.

This was followed by the third.

As one of the knights raised his tomahawk and slashed the rope, gravity slammed the heavy weight box into the air, like a seesaw, throwing the other end of the pole into the air, including the stone projectiles contained in the leather.

I saw that this boulder, obviously seeing that its flight trajectory was very biased, and there was a high probability that it would fall on the houses in the city, but at a critical moment, as if it had been blown crooked by the wind, it smashed directly on the tower that was hit by the first stone bullet.

At this time, there was no reason for it to be spared, and the entire masonry building collapsed, and the ballistas, catapults, and stored ordnance placed on it fell with a clatter.

Although the soldiers under the tower began to hide as early as the first stone throw, the stone did not cause much damage to the defenders.

But this bombardment seemed to have smashed on the already shaky morale of Saracen's defenders.

"The flame is above, how can these Frankish barbarians' catapults be so accurate?"

"Is it really their god who is protecting them?"

Below, on the other hand, every time a cannonball hit, the crusaders cheered and cheered.

This way.

Lavinia couldn't help but look sideways: "Nina, you did it just now?" ”

Cherynina let out an "um" with a nonchalant expression, and after she became an elite, she unlocked her second skill "Wind", which is similar to Fringira's blood magic specialization, and can be used in every way.

"War should be for the soldiers, not for civilians, and I know it's impossible—but at the very least, it should be less affected," she whispered. ”

Cherinina, a Cherina who was an Assassin of the Saluzzo family, had a very kind heart, as demonstrated when she recruited displaced people for her territory.

But unlike Lavinia, when she was practicing as an Assassin at Saruzo's house, she didn't get a lot of blood on her hands.

She turned her cheeks slightly, her expression was serious, and her pretty face as crystal as jade became more and more crystal in the moonlight: "Nia, maybe I would be a little offended when I said that. But if everything is restrained, it will only lead to greater consequences. ”

A hint of shame flashed across Lavinia's face, she understood the truth, but if it was so easy to do it, she wouldn't be her.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to overcome it."

"Don't apologize to me, Nia, my lord once said that there is no just war in this era, not the Crusaders, not the Saracens. The Copts in Egypt also did not need the crusaders we represent to be rescued. But Nia, you should believe that adults are different from everyone else. ”

Lavinia stared into the wolf girl's eyes.

The other party's tone was very firm, and his eyes were full of unwaveringness.

"You also know that the historical trajectory of the future may not be exactly the same as this world, but I believe that it will be better than the original to rule the world by a human - even if it is just a little better, it is worth our efforts."

"I... I understand. ”

Lavinia couldn't help but look away from Cherinina, she hesitated for a moment, but still raised her hand and pointed at the enemy defenders at the head of the city, her lips lightly opened.

"Decree Shock!"

...

Lothar didn't notice Lavinia's move.

Wearing a golden mask, he was standing in front of a giant trebuchet, silently observing the situation at the head of the city.

The garrison of Semanud was extremely empty, facing the walls on their side, and at a rough count, the defenders were only a few hundred men, of which less than a third were in armor, and most of them were conscripted militiamen.

But even so, he had no intention of starting a strong attack directly.

Indeed, there are many examples of siege battles being fought and the damage is far inferior to that of the defenders.

But it was either a long siege that left the defenders running out of food or even killing each other, or the enemy's defenses were not strong enough and the walls were crushed by trebuchets.

But not in Semanud.

Although the defenders are weak, the lethality of those towers and the defensive equipment placed behind the pheasant moat is not to be underestimated.

No matter how brave a knight is, no matter how strong his armor is, he may be burned into a torch by a pot of oil or smashed to pieces by a stone.

Although most of the siege equipment summoned by Prajna is covered with fire-proof, flame-retardant leather, or thin iron sheets, this thing is better than nothing.

At this time, he also fell into the same predicament as the governor of Mahri, because the cavalry he brought under his command were all the elite under his command, and even if he exchanged one for twenty or thirty of the enemy, it was really a loss.

"My lord, isn't it time for us to get ready to attack?"

Lothar shook his head: "Don't worry, it's still early, and the enemy has no reinforcements, wait for the trebuchet to bombard for a while, and destroy the enemy's city defense equipment as much as possible." ”

He sank down, and the whole person was like a sculpture, sitting on the huge horse of the eclipse, and the golden mask he was wearing showed a full sense of oppression, so that the Saracens at the head of the city felt terrified and terrified even when they looked at it.

"This is the Devil Grand Duke of the Crusaders?"

"Yes, it's him, Golden Mask, Unicorn - he even killed a dragon!"

After the trebuchet bombarded for a while, and the cavalry accompanying them had rested, they all asked for battle, and Lothar agreed.

The shelling just now seemed to be huge, but the real real losses caused to the enemy were still limited, and it was more reflected in morale.

Semanud was a fortified city, and it was not easy for a counterweight trebuchet to break down a section of the city wall or break through the enemy's gates; Otherwise, how could there be such a protracted siege that could take months or even years?

"Hans, Moder, the two of you each lead a team of Iron Floats, and a team of armored archers each push a siege tower closer, shoot the enemy's defenders at the head of the city with bows and arrows, and suppress the enemy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he added: "Veneto, the enemy has a moat, and in this battle you lead a team of foot knights, hiding under the baffle of the battering ram, and the goal is to cut down the drawbridge and break through the enemy's gates. ”

Shortly after the order was transmitted, the team moved.

The siege towers summoned by Prajna are all more than ten meters high, three-story structure of giant towers, among them, the second and third floor shooting holes, can be aimed at the head of the city, the highest level is even more condescending compared to the enemy city wall.

Limited by the moat, the siege tower cannot actually reach the enemy walls, but it can also act as a mobile fortress to suppress the defenders of the enemy's city, which are mostly unarmoured militia, making it difficult to counterattack.

Veneto's group of foot knights was the main force of the siege, and these knights, who were heavily armed and dressed in St. Lazarus's burqa, holding irises and shields, quickly formed a tortoiseshell formation that remained as veterans.

The knights in the front row hid under the roof of the siege vehicle, pushing the massive siege machine slowly forward.

As the three giant siege machines continued to approach, the Saracen soldiers, who were already like tense bowstrings, had long panicked, and some of them were still far away, so they pulled their bows and shot arrows, naturally they couldn't even touch the enemy's edge, and spent arrows in vain.

Wait until the siege towers are close.

Just listen to the bang.

A hidden catapult at the head of the city has become powerful.

This catapult also hit the siege tower with special luck, but unfortunately this catapult was too small, and the projectile fired was only 30 kilograms.

Hans clung to the handrail of the siege tower, and instead of pushing the cart underneath, he went up to the top of the tower in advance, and the stone, though not large, smashed the soles of his feet as if it had been an earthquake.

He stood up and let out a sigh.

Quietly waiting for the siege tower to approach.

His intention is obvious, that is, when the siege tower is close to the city wall, he will jump over the three-meter-wide moat directly from here and go directly to the city!

Hans has been in battle for a long time, and naturally he can see that the enemy's morale is almost at the limit, and he is almost the last straw that breaks the camel's back!

On the other side, Veneto, who was pushing the siege engine, had similar intentions.

With a two-handed battle axe in his hand, he waited for the rope to break the drawbridge, and when the battering ram smashed through the gates, he was the first to rush into the city and fight.

It's not just the two werewolves under Lothar's command who think so, but the third in the city head is the same!