The western wall was originally inward, although it was more ornate and beautiful in appearance, but there was no multi-urn city designed as an insurance policy, and there were not many defensive functions that could be provided, so Old Sean had to divide the limited heavy armor soldiers into twenty brigades, which were evenly arranged on the inner side of the city wall.

Whenever the grassland people who came up accumulated a certain number of people, these big men would form a dense shield wall, forcibly pushing thousands of grassland people out of the wall, and the cycle repeated.

The sun had sunk in the east, well above the three-hour threshold, and the first 100,000 steppe people had long since been exhausted, then the second, third, and fourth...... The same is true until now, and the 800,000 people have lost ninety percent.

But old Sean didn't feel relaxed at all, and his heart kept sinking, because in most of the day, there were already 30,000 people lost on the city wall.

This ratio was rarely seen in previous wars with the steppe people, and now the recruits and civilians who remained on the city walls were almost invisible, and the morale was even more low.

Today's steppe people are fighting too resolutely, and there are still mighty teams on the plain in sight, and there is no end in sight, and hundreds of arrow towers and shield carts are approaching the city wall again.

Only this time, most of the trebuchets and crossbow guns behind them had lost their effectiveness, and the fifty-meter-high city wall should have been almost filled with mountains of corpses and dilapidated siege equipment, forming a gentle slope.

Now the steppe people can climb to the top of the city with only a ladder of 20 meters.

After the temptation of the previous few days, the steppe people prepared enough equipment, and without temptation, they directly launched saturation strikes, wave after wave, without stopping.

It is conceivable that in the middle of the night, under the combination of unfavorable factors such as poor vision, physical strength, and exhaustion of equipment and medicines, the number of casualties on the city wall will climb to a terrifying level.

"Matthew, let the elite group start to warm up, pull them up in ten minutes, and let our fighters rest and eat too. Old Sean ordered.

"Yes, Legionnaire. ”

The elite group here is not Matthew and Sean's guards or internal guards, but the personal guards and mercenaries raised by the major nobles and wealthy families in the city, all of whom are young adults with superb martial arts skills and rich experience, and their combat effectiveness is not even inferior to that of regular soldiers, and the proportion of awakened people is even more amazing.

It's not that these aristocratic families have a high level of consciousness, but they know a truth that is no matter how simple it is, that is, their lips are cold and their teeth are cold.

Gaokan City, which once dominated the southeast of the empire, has really reached a critical moment of life and death.

Once the city is broken, these steppe people are not reasonable, but truly alien, different origins, different species, and even completely different cultures and beliefs.

There was no surrender, no peace, and no escape.

Not to mention where they can flee, even if they do, can they outrun the steppe people?

Therefore, the vast majority of aristocrats behaved very cooperatively, as aristocrats living in a military city, even the most hypocritical and calculating parliamentarians and politicians, at this moment they also put away those careful thoughts on weekdays, there are things out, and people come out.

And those who did not cooperate had already been ruined by the impatient Marquis No, who had made an example of a monkey.

This is not the first time, and more than sixty percent of such personnel have been recruited in repeated conscriptions.

Now it is just a matter of taking out the last and most essential part, and under the leadership of the only five fourth-order warriors left in the military headquarters of Gaokan City, an elite regiment with a total number of only 800 people has been formed.

In other words, the last war potential of Gaokan City has been developed to the limit, and beyond that, only old men and women can go into battle.

In addition, the people and supplies in the city had begun to move to the four castles on a large scale three days ago to build the last line of defense, and nearly 100,000 of the most devout believers had poured into the temple and were now gathering in the main square of glory to pray.

The Knights of the Templar, with only 500 men, stood by to defend the glory of the temple to the death.

"Hopefully it doesn't get to that point. Old Sean closed his eyes, and he couldn't imagine what kind of miserable scene it would be for Gaokan City, which had been running for more than ten generations, to be trampled and desecrated by these locust-like steppe wolves.

He wanted to stand up and move his cold legs and feet, but it took him a long time before he reluctantly stopped, and found that he was really old.

Darkness completely enveloped the land, and the five remaining trebuchets behind the walls were replaced with fireballs made of wood, cotton, and grease, which were released into the distance, illuminating half of the battlefield.

Although the number of elite guards who were replaced was small, the proportion of awakened people in it reached eighty percent, and middle and high-level awakened people also abounded, and the situation that was on the verge of collapse was quickly stabilized.

The exhausted warriors were replaced, some of them fell to the ground and fell asleep as soon as they arrived at the city, and some of them tried to drink hot soup to warm up their cold bodies, but their trembling hands could not hold the bowls.

Vaughn had been pulled out of the pile of dead men, his wounded leg almost stained with blood, and he had been slashed on the head, the sticky blood had bound his hair and wound together, he had been hit by an arrow in his chest, and his broadsword was full of slashed chips.

A black-haired young man was tightly guarded under him, two deep incisions on his flanks that almost tore off his armor, and a huge dent on the back of his head.

However, he did not die, and was rescued along with Vaughn and sent as a seriously wounded to the temple, which had long been overloaded.

The deep winter night obscured the view, the scattered fires on the ground made the sky look even darker, and the great noise of the battlefield also obscured the sound in the sky.

Several huge black shadows flashed in the air thousands of meters away, gradually coming to the top of the city wall.

One of the warriors vaguely heard something, looked up in confusion, but could not see anything except the starlight, which was obscured by clouds and smoke, and then was attracted by the steppe people who rushed to the city wall, and met them with shields and weapons.

Only Matthew, whose eyesight was beyond the ordinary, spotted the shadows hidden in the darkness and shot a rocket into the sky.

By the faint light of the fire, many people could see the appearance of those black shadows clearly.

The fat body covered with feathers, the spread wings are more than fifty meters long, the wide and flat beak, and the big feet covered with scales and webbing shapes look a little weird and bulky.

Eight of these giant birds flew in two teams at a thousand meters above the city walls, each in a team of four, with long ropes tied to their webs, and a huge rock the size of a house hanging from the rope.

The giant bird didn't flap its wings very often, but due to its huge size, it was quite fast, and it was almost above the city wall at this moment.

A few bows and arrows were quickly fired, but because the distance was too high, they fell halfway through, almost injuring their own people.

Matthew's cold sweat came out, and the scene in front of him reminded him of the masterpiece of his son outside the New Red Moon Pass.

He asked a few of the soldiers to lift the nearest bed crossbow and shoot it in the position they had just sensed.

The five-meter-long crossbow pierced the wings of a giant bird with a whistling sound, causing it to let out a cry like a broken gong in pain, and its body flipped and flew out.

The other three giant birds were also confused by it, and the noise rang out, and the boulder hanging under them shook violently and staggered.

Before Matthew could rejoice in firing the second arrow, he heard an unfamiliar voice in the air.

It was like the whistling of a crossbow, but it was much louder, from small to large, with a long tail that pierced into the ears and made people feel frightened and uncomfortable.

"Get out of the way!"

Matthew threw the bed crossbow and kicked a warrior away, and then flew to the side.

No sooner had he left than a huge black shadow like a house grazed his legs against the city walls, making a deafening sound and obscuring the sky with a stirring of dust.

An entire ten-meter-long section of the wall broke and collapsed in the middle, and everything on it was gone, leaving only a huge crater.

The boulder split into two halves, one large and one small, the larger one disappearing into the pit and the smaller one rolling down the remaining staircase.

At least dozens of warriors were crushed under the ground without even reacting, and the originally strong armor was as fragile as a piece of paper, pressed into a thin layer, and the red plasma in it spurted out along the gaps under high pressure.

Broken stones, large and small, flew everywhere, and hundreds of warriors were shaken and rolled to the ground, and then smashed to the point that their bones were broken, their tendons were broken, and their heads were broken and their blood flowed.

Matthew was lucky enough to be hit in the back by a head-sized rock, and thanks to his strong physique, he just spit out a few fishy breaths and stood up.

However, the back of the well-made armor was smashed into a large deflate, squeezing his chest and gasping for breath.

His ears could no longer hear clearly, only a sharp chirp, and there was a haze of dust in front of him, and he couldn't really see it.

Before he could command the rescue, he was once again knocked to the ground by the violent vibration under his feet, and the solid city wall made a creaking and rattling sound, and a meter-wide crack appeared across the city wall, and then a section more than twenty meters long fell outward, tilting and stuck on the corpse mountain outside.

Matthew fell into a crack in the cracked stone of the wall, and this time he finally passed out, the half-human brick wall smashing into his helmet, and then half of his body was buried by the broken stone chips.

At this time, the city walls were already a hellish sight, completely different from the stones thrown by trebuchets, and the warriors of Gaokan City were blinded by the attack that fell from the sky.

The scene was chaotic, the soldiers could not find the generals, and the generals could not find their own soldiers, only endless screams and cries for help.

Old Sean closed his eyes in pain, and slumped in his chair in the command room, and through the open side door, he saw everything that was happening hundreds of meters away, including Matthew's vanishing figure.

"Help me up!" he said to his lieutenant.

The old lieutenant, who was not much younger than him, helped him up and was about to carry him off the wall, but was stopped by old Sean.

"I'm just going to stay here and not go anywhere.

Order, let David take all the soldiers of the Rock Division and plug the gap.