Fire represents the end and death, but also rebirth and hope.

For us, fire is hope, to stop the orcs as much as possible, to kill as many enemies as possible, and to buy as much time as possible for the women to retreat.

The clay pot filled with fire oil was thrown forward by the soldiers in the back row, and it was shattered on the orc's head, shoulder, and shield. The soldiers under the bridge were shooting arrows, the soldiers on the bridge were shooting arrows, and the burning arrows were shooting out dozens or hundreds, hoping that an arrow would ignite the fire oil that was spilled on the body or on the ground.

When there is finally a picture of fire bursting in the orc army, when finally seeing the fire being ignited like a contagious fire, when seeing the orcs wailing and screaming in the flames. My mood instantly improved a lot.

The retreating footsteps stopped, and the soldiers began to move forward, quickened, and their pace of progress increased. It's a pity...... If the orcs were allowed to advance a few tens of meters at that time, and this fire was lit, then it would not be impossible to burn two or three hundred more people. But this strategy is expected to be able to be used this time.

Towards noon, the orcs retreated again. One blow, then decline. I looked at the soldiers behind me, and the soldiers who had been replaced were not only injured by swords and axes, but also burned by the burning orcs, and the faint smell of burning drifted over with the black smoke coming out. Looking at the casualties getting bigger and bigger, but the orcs died so many people didn't seem to see much change at all.

The corpses on the surface of the lake have properly improved the food of the fish and shrimp in the lake, looking at the clumsy bundled rafts of the orcs on the opposite side, although there are only a few rafts that they can go into the water for half a day, but what about tomorrow? In fact, it is estimated that we don't need too many rafts, and thirty or forty rafts are enough for us to see......

Maybe tomorrow will be the last day of our resistance.

All the fire oil in the town must have been looted, and the truckloads of oil tanks brought to the bridge would be able to withstand another wave of attacks. The soldiers are already a little tired, and they are not stupid, and the most sensitive to the advantages and disadvantages of victory and defeat is the group of guys who fought in front.

The orcs immediately organized another attack, which suddenly reminded me of a canyon battlefield in the Alterac Mountains, a place of hot battle, so similar to this place. That's dwarves and orcs...... That's what could happen in the future.

Watching the shield wall of orcs slowly approach, I was a little distracted, if I could live to that day, if the future would really get to that point...... I'd love to feel the cool wind. Will the future battle be as close to hand-to-hand combat as it is now, and will so many magicians and so many people in the north who can spell directly change the current way of fighting?

Before we could throw the oil cans, the orcs had learned how to exchange their human body for their human body, they threw it much farther than us, and they didn't throw the oil first and then try to ignite it, they just ignited it and threw it directly. The soldiers in the front row were instantly ignited by the burning oil, they screamed in pain, and those soldiers who were ignited jumped into the water without hesitation.

I was shocked. Broken!

We have to retreat, we have to retreat, and continuing to resist like this will only make our people die faster and more. Before I could give the order, a herald had already sounded the horn of retreat. The soldiers on the bridge retreated as fast as they could, and the reserves were already standing behind me. I yelled at the soldiers who had practiced the reloading of the cannon countless times to get ready, and as soon as the soldiers withdrew, I would let the big black iron cannonballs smash the beasts.

Looking at the soldiers who hurriedly retreated, I measured in my heart whether these cannons would make the orcs retreat again. But when I saw that the soldiers who had withdrawn had not brought back much of the oil, I was no longer worried, but fearful.

I waved my hands vigorously at the dozen or so soldiers who hadn't withdrawn yet, shouting at them to hurry, and not far behind them was the orc vanguard in hot pursuit. Through the cracks, I saw the blood-red eyes and hideous faces of the orcs, and I saw the blood-stained armor on their bodies. I yelled for them to flash to the side and lit the fuse directly with a torch.

When the first cannon fired a deafening roar at the people on the bridge, the incomparable shock and pleasure spread throughout the body. The smoke blocked my vision, but I could resemble it, even feel the cannonball, shattering, penetrating, shattering, and penetrating like a stone smashed into a cream bucket. The soldiers on the bridge were frightened, some fell to the ground, and some fell directly from the bridge into the water.

Another cannon also fired, and this time I could clearly see what it was like to be smashed by this shell.

The third gun, the fourth gun...... The orcs are back! They were hit to the ground by the four shells on the not spacious bridge deck, and some jumped into the water, but it is estimated that these jumps into the water would have better end up staying on the bridge.

"Archer shoots!" I yelled.

The arrows fired by the few archers at the bridgehead caused some of the orcs lying on the ground to never get up again, and when the cannon fired two more shells, they retreated, really, and quickly.

The crowd cheered and I laughed, but I couldn't laugh again when I saw the wounded people being carried back. I glanced at the iron lumps in the shell box and fell back into sorrow. Standing on the embankment and looking at the orcs still busy on the other side, I used my modest intelligence to guess what kind of battle would happen next.

No one could withstand the shells, and there didn't seem to be any magic or anything on the other side. If the orcs are afraid of the power of artillery, we may be able to delay for another day and a half, and then the women should be able to escape!

Let's hope they go faster!

Lothar came to the bridge and stood beside me, "What do you think?" He asked me.

"What do you think?"

"Your mind is much heavier than anyone else's."

"Is this a compliment?"

"Hmm." He nodded.

"Maybe it's time to tear down the bridge." I said, staring into his eyes.

He pouted, "I've had someone plant explosives." He pointed to the bridge deck ahead.

"Hmm......" I mumbled, but I didn't understand what he was trying to do. When will the reinforcements arrive? ”

He pursed his mouth and didn't speak.

I sighed softly, "How many days do we need to hold on?" “

He didn't look at me, just frowned and looked at the other side. "Reinforcements should be in two days......"

"Two days......" I looked at him in surprise. Indeed, there are only a handful of battles in which I have participated, in serious positional battles and in defensive battles. If I talk about guerrilla fighting, I may still have some experience, but now in the face of this situation, I am not sure how we can hold on to what he said in the past two days.

The biggest danger in this place is this bridge, I don't know who the commander on the other side is, so what if I do...... It's just that in my opinion, even if they don't storm the bridge anymore after being deterred by artillery, they build rafts! And no matter how big this lake is, there is a margin, and if they can't attack it, they will always take a detour!

Seeing that so many orcs on the other side have died, but the number does not seem to be decreasing, is this not going to be a dead person! Two days...... Even if it can last two days...... But if the orcs came around, the city would be in no danger.

I looked at the mountains to the east and said, "If they come around from the east...... What to do? I turned my head to look north, "Have you come back from the north to investigate?" ”

His brow was twisted into one.

Until the evening, the orcs did not attack again, and the wounded who had been healed were placed in and around the church. There were already a lot of wounded, and looking at the wailing soldiers who were missing arms and legs, I was worried about what to do with these people if they needed to evacuate urgently! A casualty may need to be cared for by one or two people, and it is inherently inconvenient for them to move......

If this is a city, even if it is a lonely city, I am not afraid, but now I can't worry about anything but the bridge and the lake that will be crossed.

In fact, I also understand why this place is like this, the battles that have taken place in the past have not been of this scale at all, how can it be possible to build such a tall castle without enemy invasion for a long time?

It's useless to blame anyone now, Lothar still doesn't seem to want to give up, but after measuring it, I finally came to the conclusion that I have to persuade him to evacuate as soon as possible, and it is best to withdraw at night, and it is best to withdraw tonight. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!

I stared at him and told him what I had in mind, and I could see his embarrassment, and I understood his feelings, but this place must not be a place for a decisive battle, and where is the battle going?

"If you lose your land, you will keep people, and if you leave people, there will always be a way to come back." I say.

He pondered for a moment, and finally nodded.

"I'll give it to you." I looked at him and said, there was no doubt in his eyes when he looked at me, it was the feeling of trust, but a little reluctant.

In fact, there is nothing to pack up in the city, the basic things of the family have been taken away, and the family has nothing to bring, and the surrounding villages are now unable to go back and have no time for them to go back.

After the news was announced, the lights on the embankment were not extinguished, and the patrol continued to patrol as usual, but the town was counting the number of people and preparing to transport the wounded.

The more necessary it is for our scouts to come back now, and the personnel who went to the north to reconnoiter have not come back from beginning to end, and this is not only a matter of whether people can come back, but also the scouts who have been sent out again have not returned. This has to make me even more worried.

Our people have been lurking on the riverbank, and to be honest, once the orcs detect us now, the consequences of trying to run are unimaginable. In order to prevent the scouts who came by swimming back again, the sentry had to stay here until they evacuated with us.

Let's hope everything goes well.

I found a few men to push the artillery into the lake, and what I couldn't take away was definitely not left for the enemy. And I sent a small boat to row to the pier in the center of the bridge. In order to completely stop the pursuit of the orcs, the bridge had to be blown up.

Seeing that the large army had packed up and was ready to go, my heart calmed down a little. The wounded go first, and now it can be seen how the wounded affect the combat effectiveness of the army in the war, and one wounded may even drag down three people.

The people who went to the high ground on the north side of the town are still safe, and I hope that tonight will allow us to escape as far as possible.

But as the old saying goes, the more you are afraid of something, the more you come, and when the horn sounded on the north side of the town, my heart trembled!

I don't know what the north side of the town looks like, but when I look across the lake, I scream in my heart, and the orcs on the other side of the lake are attacking.

The house leak is raining every day, and this time it seems to be more auspicious.