The sun rose at noon, and when the blood cross battle flags were raised at the top of the towers of the Twin Towers, the camp of the Red Horse clan outside the city also beat the earth-shattering war drums, and the barbarian warriors rushed out of their camp with a tsunami, and the huge crowd even broke down the fence of the camp, and more than 10,000 barbarian warriors lined up, as if it was a moving steel jungle!

The decisive battle is today - it is dead or alive, that is, today!

Outside the tent was a tribal army with a tsunami of mountains, but inside the tent it was as quiet as death. Dressed in armor and heavily armed, Gracchus fell to one knee in front of a priest of the Red Horse clan with great reverence, humbly bowing his proud head.

"This war is not what I was hoping for, and I can predict that it will be a sea of blood and blood - but if it can be won, it will be worth it. As if to comfort himself, Gracchus confessed to the priest in front of him, "So please tell me that the ancestral spirit will bless us with victory?!"

"The ancestral spirits will only bless the warriors, but they cannot give you victory - what they can give you is the freedom to do it. The priest's words were ambiguous, but there seemed to be a deep meaning in his gaze: "Just like in the past, no one could have guessed that you would become the leader of the Akama clan. The pious do not show their piety by virtue of their reverence for the dead and the sculptures, but by the fact that they can take the initiative to acquire everything that belongs to them. ”

"Are you ready to fight for what you deserve, Chief Gracchus?"

"I'm ready. Gragu nodded, slung his saber to his waist: "Whatever awaits me in front of me, I can accept it calmly." ”

"Then please go, and receive everything that the ancestral spirits have given you. The hoarse priest nodded. He turned and walked into the depths of the tent, completely enveloped in the invisible darkness.

Grachus turned and walked out of the tent, turning over and riding his horse. Looking at the excited tribal leaders around him, his eyes tried his best to look into the distance, the Twin Towers Fortress that had not been breached in three hundred years, and his right hand trembled and pulled out the blade. Stab into the sky!

"For the sake of the Red Horse Clan, and for the sake of the three hundred years of Hantu people, for the old people and children of all clans not to freeze to death in winter, and for the sake of our name being passed down for another thousand years!" Gragus's face was filled with a completely different kind of madness, and he suddenly understood very well why the original Grand Chief of Chima would resolutely stand up and decide to march towards the Green River Valley when he was obviously not completely sure.

"Take the Twin Towers. Kill all the Turin dogs, and let them pay for their blood debts-!" The long sword in Gragu's hand slashed a silver light in mid-air: "Let's kill hard, long live the Red Horse Clan-!"

"Blood Debt and Blood Repayment-!!!"

One by one, the tribal leaders roared with excitement, waving the totems in their hands, and rushed towards their respective tribal armies. In the barren wilderness, the entire Red Horse Clan's military formation let out a scream of death like a huge wave on the sea, and rushed towards the direction of the city wall.

This time, Gracchus had nothing left to preserve his strength - the four-headed trolls were the first to fight. They were followed by thousands of barbarian warriors, dressed in heavily guarded armor and holding half-human-high round shields. Holding iron swords that resembled Turines, they formed an extremely tight formation, slowly approaching in the direction of the fortress.

Most of these barbarian warriors are tribes around the territory of Hantu City, and have been conquered by Berion or other Dukes of Hantu City countless times in the past, and then become vassals of the Turines, so naturally they have been affected to a considerable extent in their combat customs, and they have this kind of hoplite with a certain order.

In the previous battle. Gracchus never used the elite warriors of these tribes, but regarded them as a last resort - as a mercenary who traveled from south to north, he certainly knew that hoplites were the core and main force of a legion, and these people were the basic force to maintain the front and attack the fortifications.

Dressed in chain mail and thick leather armor, armed with shields and broadswords, elite samurai stood in the front line. They were followed by barbarian warriors from various clans, fur or naked, with terrifying two-handed axes and machetes in their hands, holding their unrivalled bloodthirstiness** behind them.

In the center of the line, the four trolls were already surrounded by boulders of different sizes, large and small, that would advance with the entire barbarian army until they were able to hit the walls.

The terrain of the entire Twin Towers Fortress is like a gaped hourglass, which is destined to not be able to put in more troops at once, but it does not prevent Gracchus from putting his overwhelming army into the battlefield in another way - standing on the top of the tower of the Twin Towers, Edward can see it clearly, although it looks like a dense chaos, but if you really look closely, you can see that it is really unparalleled precision.

The entire battlefield was divided into four parts by him, except for the first echelon of the front attack, the back three layers were quite staggered, and deliberately left gaps - in other words, Gracchus could withdraw the army that failed in the front attack at any time, or the army with serious combat power was seriously consumed, and then put the reserves behind to continuously attack the Twin Towers Fortress in the form of wheel warfare.

This is definitely not something that a barbarian tribal chief can come up with, but rather a rather meticulous wheel tactic - so Gracchus is definitely not just some ordinary barbarian mercenary, but a real army commander!

Edward was also prepared for the Banner Legion on the city wall - he also gave up the method of keeping his hands behind, and instead placed the most elite First Banner Regiment and the Second Banner Regiment of the entire Battle Banner Legion at the front of the city wall, the Lund Guard and the Lund Pirates shouldered the task of holding the tower to the south, and the Silver Blood was to the north.

As for the knights from the port of The Hague, Edward scattered them throughout the city wall - in the event that the captain and the standard-bearer were killed, they were to take their place, and at the same time shoulder the task of overseeing the battle.

The Battle Banner of the Blood Cross had been raised at the top of the towers of the Twin Towers, and the soldiers on the city walls, like their chief flag officer, were staring at the approaching enemy on the opposite side, as if there were endless enemies like the sea!

Lepinus was as excited as all of them—the chief centurion, who could not even stand on his feet, was now lying nervously on the battlements of the wall, staring at the footsteps that were getting closer and closer, and the tens of thousands of troops, whose footsteps alone sounded like an earthquake, as if even their own hearts were trembling at the sound.

It was also because the front line was too dense, and the barbarian warriors who hastily formed a large army had no way to keep the same pace, or even a basic rhythm, and the speed of the tide-like army was getting faster and faster, and it was becoming more and more chaotic, and the shield wall that was originally neat and uniform soon deviated.

But they themselves seemed to be completely unaware of this, but rather excited, and roared and roared with great fanaticism, approaching the city walls. At first, it was just a trot, but then it began to run wildly, waving the broadsword and shield in his hand excitedly, and rushed at it desperately - followed by the barbarian warriors who did not want to be left behind, as if they were falling from a cliff!

"Now, fire, fire, all the ballistas!" the chief centurion roared with all his might, "all of this debris will be burned to ashes, and not a single one will be left behind-!!!" (to be continued. )