With the beastly roar of the chief centurion, the two heralds standing behind him immediately blew their horns, and more than a dozen brightly colored swallowtail flags were raised from the tops of the castle's large and small towers at the same time, hunting and hunting.

In an instant, the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion on the city walls heard a muffled thunderous roar behind them, and the scorching heat seemed to be the sun rising above their heads—but it was not the sun, but the rain of death.

The scorching and hot flames, under the horrified gaze of countless people, drew a thick "black" from the sky, dragging billowing smoke and dust to smash into the surging tide army of the barbarian army.

Boom, screams...... Accompanied by smoke and dust, there is a scene that can make the bravest of people sick—the sight of a man being burned alive by the flames may be a more terrible punishment in this world, but there is definitely no scene more remarkable than this.

But neither the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion on the city wall nor the barbarian warriors roaring and shouting under the city stopped at all—they had seen such a scene countless times in the past half a month, and the barbarian army that was shouting and fighting did not even stop for half a step because of those screams.

Or rather, they simply can't stop.

Wooden winches tugged at the chains, accompanied by a one-liter lever, loaded the stone cannons in the slots into the firing ports, each coated with fire oil - the proud work of the alchemist Marco Tasker, although it does not explode beautiful sparks like a fire starter, these oil causes billowing smoke, and half a barrel of "goodies" is enough to choke a troll.

The heavy sound of the machine sounded again, and the blazing stone cannons soared like meteors across the sky, and after climbing over the city walls, they fell violently from the wilderness sky!

The heavy stone cannons silently smashed a heavily armed barbarian warrior into meat sauce. Then the flames flew down on the people around them, igniting their bodies in a scream, and the impact of the falling cannons made them unable to even stand still, let alone dodge.

"Ah——!!!!h Because it hurt so much that even his tongue was chewed by himself, and he convulsed and kept spitting blood, and his screams were more terrible than the evil spirits in hell!

"Father's ——!"

A young barbarian warrior suddenly cried loudly and knelt on the ground, trying to pounce but was dragged by the people around him, and saw that the tribal leader was burned alive, he broke free from the restraints of the people behind him, and before he could hold the already charred bones, he was beheaded by another barbarian warrior.

"Lord Gracchus's order, no one is allowed to retreat!" the barbarian warrior with a hideous expression raised his battle axe. He still stepped on the headless corpse under his feet, and waved his hand fiercely: "Attack, attack, take the Twin Towers City!"

With a roar of war, the barbarian army continued to approach the walls in the face of flames and cannons—from the very beginning, it was impossible for this army to stop itself, with the charging brothers behind them and the brothers in front of them who wanted to kill them. Overhead were stone cannons, flames and arrows. They can only survive if they move forward and keep moving forward!

Gracchus, riding on his horse, drank all the wine from his wine bag and threw it on the ground at his feet, looking at the army that was heading towards the city walls, at the smoke and dust, at the blood cross banners on the walls. And the battle banner legions that were waiting under the battle flag, Gracchus clutched the hilt of his sword tightly in his right hand.

"Edward Wetwood, I'm afraid you're staring at me right now, aren't you?" Gracchus muttered to himself, "Well, since you want to fight it out this way, it means you're fully prepared - let me see." See what else you can do?!"

"You and I are both pawns in this Hantu War, and whoever dies will not affect the final battle. But the one who survives may be able to fight for the slightest chance to change his destiny - then let the ancestral spirit and your glorious cross witness together, who is the lucky one!"

With that, Gracchus turned his gaze to one of the tribal leaders who followed him: "Give me the order to bring the four-headed trolls a little closer to the wall until they can throw stones over the wall." ”

"W-What?!" the tribal leader's expression froze, "But Lord Gracchus, in that case, the ballistas of the Turin would also endanger the trolls, and if you get so close, the warriors under the walls will also ...... Ah——!h

Before he could finish speaking, the cold-faced Gracchus had already pulled out his Dominic scimitar, and the snowy blade flashed suddenly, and the left arm of the tribal leader had fallen to the ground, leaving only a bloody hole full of rotten flesh and bones gushing out dark red blood.

"Next time it's your head!" Gracchus snorted, "Give me the order to go down and the four-headed troll will move forward until you can throw stones over the walls!"

"Yes!" the tribal leader with a sad face did not dare to resist at all, and staggered to give the order with his broken arm covered. A low roar rang out from the edge of the battlefield, and the four behemoths moved forward with their heavy steps, little by little.

And under the walls of the Twin Towers Fortress, with the excited shouts and fanatical will to fight, against the rain of arrows overhead and the falling stone cannons and ignition agent clay pots, the heavily armed barbarian warriors finally rushed here and excitedly pushed up the ladders.

After half a month, Gracchus' army finally built ten siege ladders - although seven had been burned with ignition agents, the last three crumbling behemoths were left to fall on the battlements of the wall. The barbarian warriors who were standing behind in excitement did not wait for the ladder to fall, and they had already pounced on the city wall.

Armed with chain mail, heavy round shields and iron swords, these barbarian warriors were almost replicas of the Turin soldiers. The soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion, who had rushed to the front line, did not have the slightest fear, and rushed forward to the whistle of the centurion, and the two armies collided almost in the same position, and then strangled together, stabbing their broadswords into the cheeks and torsos of the enemy.

"Don't be afraid, rush up to me and tear this group of barbarians to pieces!" Rushing to the front, a centurion of the second banner regiment shouted and scolded: "Avenge the chief centurion of Lerbinus!"

"Revenge!" Several young soldiers who followed behind the centurion also craned their necks and shouted excitedly - although not as good as Edward, but Repin was still quite prestigious in the Battle Banner Legion, from the son of the chief centurion at the beginning, to his current "son inheriting his father's business", all the veterans looked at it, and the recruits regarded this first flag commander who was not a few years older than them as an object of worship.

The Chief Centurion, who went alone to negotiate, was almost crippled when he returned, which was simply humiliating the entire Battle Banner Legion, and the entire Legion was furious, and it was natural that he would become so excited.

"Poof——! One of the recruits standing behind the centurion stabbed his sword and stabbed it into the head of the barbarian warrior who jumped from the ladder, and couldn't help but let out a cry of excitement as he watched the stunned guy fall off the city wall.

But he didn't rejoice for long, when the centurion, who was in front of him, suddenly pinned him to the ground. Before the recruit, whose face was furrowed, had not yet complained, he saw a panicked centurion blow the wooden whistle he hung around his neck!

A sharp and rapid whistling sound could be heard from afar, and the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion on the city wall had terrified expressions on their faces, watching the black shadow flying in the direction of the city wall, and hearing the low roar of the trolls filled with the smell of blood.

"Boom ——!!!!" (To be continued.) )