"Woo woo ......" the loud battle horn resounded throughout every corner of the Golden Tooth City. People's panic has risen again, turning into panic and uneasiness. All the inhabitants extinguished the candles, locked the doors, and hid in their houses for fear that the werewolf monsters outside the streets would suddenly storm their houses. I'm more worried about whether I will lose my home.

Sir Bob was leading his soldiers to suppress the dozens of wolves remaining in the city, and when he heard the sound of battle trumpets coming from the western wall, he immediately sent a herald. After receiving the order, the captains of the 100-man flag team scattered in various roads in the city rushed to the western gate of the city with half of the soldiers from their 100-man team. The werewolves in the city can't make much of a fuss, and sooner or later they will be surrounded and wiped out. However, if the western gate is lost, the Golden Tooth City will fall in an instant.

Earl's Court, Council Room.

Sir Leon Belmont rose from his seat and walked briskly out of the door, four knights in steel armor following him.

"Uncle, where are you going?" said Gavin Islam, scrambling up from his seat.

"Are you deaf, didn't you hear the battle horn?" said Sir Leon, who paused, turned and said angrily, "I must personally ascend the walls and command the battle." "The real war is coming, and all he can do is to lead his soldiers against a strong enemy and hold the city. This is his duty as the commander of the city defense regiment, and it is even more honorable.

"What about me?"

"If you have the guts," reprimanded Sir Leon, "lead your soldiers into the city to help Sir Bob rid the werewolves." ”

Gavin's face was as white as a piece of paper, he shrunk in fear and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle, I... I'll go with you to the wall. He nearly died under the fangs and claws of those monsters, and from then on deep down he was afraid of the vicious and ugly werewolves.

Sir Leon said no more, and turned to leave. He didn't have time to waste time here, and he didn't have time to care about his cowardly nephew.

At night, the stars twinkle and the moon hangs high.

Golden Tooth City, a few miles away from the West City Gate, lit a dazzling campfire. More than a dozen giant catapults more than 20 feet tall appeared in a row in the firelight, and these heavy catapults were pushed hard by the soldiers, and the four large wheels wrapped in iron sheets slowly pushed forward.

Densely packed soldiers formed more than a dozen phalanxes behind the catapults, tens of thousands of soldiers continued to move forward with neat steps, two six-wheeled rams and more than a dozen towers were tightly wrapped in the soldiers' phalanx. Battering rams and towers were essential siege rams to break down a city, without which it would have been almost impossible for soldiers to climb the towering walls and break through the strong gates.

A golden tent flickered in the light of a bright campfire, and tall sword warriors stood on either side of the tent's entrance.

Baron Curvin Targaryen lifted the tent and bowed his head slightly into the tent, "Commander," he said respectfully to the old man in front of him, "the catapult is already within range. ”

Count Lorak Targaryen, who was sitting on the bench, slowly opened his slightly closed eyes and said in a calm tone, "Order, throw stone projectiles." "The old man's cheeks were wrinkled and freckled. He held a golden staff in his withered hand, and the old man's thin body was draped in a gold-trimmed robe, and on his chest was a gold badge engraved with the motifs of the five elements.

Lord Lorak Targaryen, uncle of Duke Charles Targaryen, ruler of the Plateau, lord of the City of Magic, and the only remaining golden-robed magister in the Commonwealth of Cania. The old man with so many titles now has an additional high-ranking title, the commander of the heavy infantry legion.

The rank of a mage is mainly determined by the color of the magic robe, and the system of magic elements cultivated by the mage can be identified by the pattern of the badge worn on the chest of the mage. (Rank from low to high: Gray-robed Magic Squire, Black-robed Magic Apprentice, Purple-robed Magician, Blue-robed Magician, Green-robed Magician, Red-robed Archmage, Gold-robed Magister.) ）

"Yes, sir. Baron Curvin listened to the order, turned around and walked away quickly. At this moment, he was determined to win, and this battle must take the opposite city. Only by breaking through the Golden Tooth City and entering the hinterland of the Golden Land can he have more opportunities to make contributions and seize the territory, so that he can be promoted in the Targaryen family.

Standing at the forefront of the phalanx of soldiers, the standard-bearers carry rows of gray flags, they do not need to fight the enemy, but when they have to rush to the front of the line, the task of the standard-bearers is to plant the banner of victory on the enemy's tower.

A cool breeze whistled by, making the flags in the hands of the flag bearers rattle. In the light of the fire, the gold-colored gemstone crown embroidered on the gray brocade cloth stands out. This is the family crest of the Targaryen family, which symbolizes supreme power, and the four characters "Ambition and Hegemony" are the motto of the Targaryen family that has been passed down for 800 years. This proverb has long been a manifestation of the Targaryens' ambition to dominate.

In order to win this war and seize the land of the Golden Lands, the Targaryens did not hesitate to use insidious and vicious means.

Baron Curvin sent more than a dozen heralds to convey the commander's instructions to the ears of the commanders of the various soldier phalanxes, and the more than a dozen giant trebuchets in the front began to operate slowly under the operation of the engineers.

Hundreds of large stones were stacked on the side of each trebuchet, and the engineers carried the heavy stones to the throwing arm and then pulled them down with heavy weights (usually large bags of stones). When the engineers released the rope, the throwing arm loaded with the stones suddenly bounced upward, and the stones were violently projected out in a high arc trajectory. Dozens of large rocks whizzed through the dark sky and flew at a swift speed towards the high walls and thick walls on the opposite side.

The engineers continued to carry the stones, operating trebuchets to project them into the sky ahead.

Dozens of stones fell rapidly from the sky, some hitting the fortified walls, while others flew into the city and pierced through the roofs of the bungalows. Stone bullets weighing hundreds of kilograms flew all over the sky, smashing countless potholes into the ground inside the city. The soldiers crouched behind the battlements, while the thousands of civilians in the city ran to the east of the city in a panic.

Round after round of stone projectiles came into the city, and there were always some panicked figures who would be hit by these stones. The lucky ones were hit in half of their bodies, or their arms or legs were crushed, while the unlucky ones were crushed to pieces and their brains were splattered. People hiding in corners are afraid to help those who are injured for fear of being hit by the rocks that fall from these days.

An even more terrifying scene happened, as flames streaked through the dark sky, and the flying stones had turned into canisters. When the canisters fell to the ground, the liquid from the shattered canisters ignited a large area of the ground. Houses were burning, and figures on fire wailed again and again.

Gavin hid under the battlements with trembling legs, and two guards crouched beside him. Frightened, he looked at the tragic scene behind him, and he regretted that he should not have left his castle. Lord Leon and Sir Randy, the uncles of the Earl of Islam, were hidden on the other side. They were patient, waiting for the enemy to rush to the walls.

By this time, the werewolves in the city were gone, and Sir Bob was not sure if the monsters had been cleared. Perhaps some cunning werewolf was hiding in some dark corner, and he left a few hundred teams to continue searching for these monsters in the city, and he himself led the rest of the soldiers to the west of the city.

After an hour-long and indiscriminate bombardment, no more stones or oil canisters fell from the sky. Sir Leon stood up and took the lookout from the nearby sentry. He noticed that the trebuchet on the other side was no longer working, and instead there were hundreds of soldiers rushing to kill. More than a dozen heavy towers slowly followed behind him, and he also found the ram.

"Archer, prepare. ”

When the black pressed group of figures rushed to the range of the bow and arrows, Sir Leon gave the order to shoot the arrow, "Shoot." ”

The rain-filled arrows cut an arc through the air, and then fell straight down towards the ground in the direction, only to see the figures that were almost rushing to the bottom of the city wall suddenly fall. Several rounds of dense rain of arrows shot from the city walls one after another, and the enemy outside the city had already rushed to the city wall after lying down hundreds of corpses, and the soldiers set up ladders one after another, and followed one figure after another to climb up the ladder and keep climbing.

On the city wall, soldiers kept throwing rubble and wood at the enemy who were climbing on the ladder, and I saw figures falling down from the cloud ladder more than ten feet high. Then another figure appeared on the wall, and those who climbed inside the wall were soon pierced through the chest by the spears that stood by.

Sir Lyon led by example, wearing a steel helmet and wielding a sword to fight the enemies who climbed the walls. Sir Randy and Sir Bob led several knights to guard him. Count Gavin, under the protection of two guards, took refuge in the arrow tower built on the battlements.

The two sides fought fiercely for the attack and defense of the city wall, and the number of enemies who climbed the city wall also increased, and the tall climbing tower on the opposite side was less than two hundred yards from the city wall.

The ram had already slammed into the thick and wide city gates, pushed by dozens of soldiers. The main weapon of the ram is a thick log suspended from a beam with a rope or iron chain inside, with a metal cap at the back end of the log and a metal head at the front end, mostly made into a sheep's head shape, called a battering ram. The soldiers hiding in the siege engine grabbed the battering ram together, moved backwards and slammed into the gate in front of them, relying on inertia and kinetic energy to destroy the gate or the latch structure behind the gate.