Bloodthirsty roars and earth-shattering shouts echoed over the Twin Towers - without warning, thousands of barbarian warriors climbed the walls like demons out of hell and collided with the battle-banner soldiers!

In an instant, the terrible wails and angry roars filled everyone's ears, broadswords and battle axes danced, scimitars and spears splashed with blood, and the barbarian warriors who rushed up the city wall rushed into the shield wall of the Battle Banner Legion with a terrifying roar, and even the shields in the hands of the soldiers were split to pieces by the ferocious battle axe.

These barbarian warriors are **** wearing the upper body, red and black totem tattoos all over the body, wearing cloaks and helmets made of the fur of beasts and monsters, battle axes, shields and throwing spears are their only weapons, the fierce and hideous barbarian warriors are simply a group of bloodthirsty ghouls, roaring, raging, like a living blood wolf into the center of the hundred-man phalanx, like a humanoid beast enjoying the fun of fighting.

These are the hunters from the great forests and wastelands of the Great Frontier, the fierce berserkers who can hunt even trolls, and the fur of beasts and monsters on their bodies is their most glorious trophies!

Almost all of the recruits in the first row were spared, the shield wall that had been waiting for them was shattered in an instant after the first collision, and the blood splattered everywhere, and these fierce berserkers even threw away their shields directly, grabbing the bodies of the half-dead legionnaires to block the front, and the throwing spears in their hands stabbed out like poisonous snakes.

The whole regiment of the Battle Banner was taken by surprise, and it was not at all expected that the enemy's advance would be so fierce - the soldiers who had already survived the whole day of bloody fighting were already extremely tired. It's not just physical strength at night. Even the ability to react has declined. In just a few breaths, the entire formation felt like it was about to collapse.

The stunned Lessinus directly handed the Blood Cross Battle Banner in his hand to the standard-bearer behind him, drew his sword and rushed down from the tower with his guards, roaring angrily: "Stabilize the front, God bless Turin-!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!"

The scattered but incomparably loud roar echoed on the city walls for a long time, and the legionnaires huddled together stabbed out their broadswords with all their might, and the centurions standing in the middle of the queue kept blowing their whistles, steadily retreating and reorganizing their formation. Terrible battles were fought in every corner of the city walls. Every gap is constantly staged, and people are constantly screaming and falling in the pool of blood under their feet, and then trampled by countless feet, and the entire city wall is like a huge grinding disc made of flesh and blood, constantly twisting the living life into pieces.

"Hold on, everyone will go up for me!" Repinus had already rushed to the forefront of the city wall, and led a veteran of a hundred-man team behind him to form an improvised line and slowly pushed forward: "Squeeze them all off the city wall for me!"

"What are you doing here, and you brought the battle flag of the Legion!" Herty, who saw the figure of Rebinus, waved the broadsword in his hand, stared at him angrily and roared: "Go back and do what you have to do, do you still want the Battle Banner Legion to bear the shame of having the flag destroyed again?!"

"I'm the chief centurion. Lord Edward Wittwood has given me the fort, and my only task is to defend it!" roared. Lessinus propped up his shield and blocked a javelin shot at him: "Today we will either hold the fortress, or there will be no more battle flag legions in this world!"

After that, Repinus ignored him anymore, raised his broadsword and pounced on the enemy again: "Brothers of the Battle Banner Legion, advance-!"

"Damn bastard, bastard like his dead daddy!" Helty, who gritted his teeth, couldn't help but curse, blew the wooden whistle in hatred, and rushed forward with the two centurians behind him.

"This is this guy, he is the leader of this group of Turin dogs!" An unusually burly barbarian warrior recognized Repcinus standing in the crowd almost at a glance, and his expression was extremely fierce with excitement: "Kill him, this castle will be ours!"

With a wild roar, the strong barbarian warrior almost relied on brute force to cut off a legionnaire who stood in his way, and stepped on the still screaming half of his upper body towards Lebinus.

"Protect the Chief Centurion—!" a standard-bearer waved the swallowtail flag in his hand and hurriedly gathered the soldiers behind him, but his head was split by an axe. Running a chill in his back, Liberus's eyes widened as he saw that the fierce barbarian warrior had rushed to his side and raised his creepy battle axe.

"Poof!" With a slight sound, an arrow appeared on the hideous face, and the shaft of the arrow, which was still trembling, pierced his entire head, and the bloodthirsty roar was completely blocked in his throat, and he fell to the ground like a loose pillar.

Somewhat surprised, Repinus turned his head suddenly, and Robin, the little man with the bow in his hand, beckoned to him with a grimace, and then drew his arrow once more and shot it towards the far wall.

The barbarian warriors on the city wall have gone completely crazy, or from the moment they climbed the city wall, they did not plan to go back alive, they fought selflessly, the blood and corpses flowing under their feet piled up more and more, and there were fewer and fewer places on the city wall where people could stand and continue to fight, although they had fought to this moment, these fierce warriors still did not have the slightest tiredness, but became more and more courageous.

The Battle Banner Army, which had been fighting all day, was getting more and more tired at the moment, and it was just relying on its strength and spirit to barely hold on, gasping for breath to maintain the line, the weapons in their hands were getting heavier and heavier, and the trembling legs and sore arms could be clearly felt even if the queue was so dense - it was clear that there were far more troops than the enemy, but the two sides were still in a stalemate.

If it weren't for the narrowness of the walls, and if it weren't for the constant support of crossbows and bows and arrows from a distance, the battle would probably have collapsed by this point - in fact, even Lepinus himself felt that he was approaching the limit, and was just holding on to the fight.

Until this moment, no one noticed the fire of the Red Horse settlement in the distance, the battle on the city wall was still continuing, and the biting Lepinus held high the Blood Cross Battle Banner in his hand, like a benchmark that continued to attract the surrounding enemies to rush towards here, and the already fragmented front has now been cut into large and small hundred-man teams, each fighting for itself, and can only rely on their respective centurions and standard-bearers to command their battles.

The fierce bloody battle continued, and there were constant battles taking place in every corner and on every ruin, and the bones of the brothers and enemies under their feet continued to fight each other with a steady stream of enemies, and then fell silently, to be replaced by those behind them.

The fighting never stopped, the clash of swords, the interlude of screams and wails took turns, and both sides were doing their best to completely annihilate the enemy.

There were fewer and fewer warriors around, but there were more and more enemies - in just two or three quarters of an hour, Gracchus had thrown all his forces into the walls, and even he himself was wielding the shiny Dominic scimitar and fighting the warriors around him.

This is not a long battle, but a battle that will decide the fate of both sides - the exhausted Banner Legion is no longer able to survive the next siege, and Gracchus is not prepared to delay any longer, whether it is for his own prestige or the rise of his clan, he must take the Twin Towers fortress immediately, and he cannot afford to lose!

Both sides who have tried their best can only rely on the incomparably fanatical will to see who can hold out to the end - and see who is the one who really survives! )