For weapons like bed crossbows and trebuchets, hits are more dependent on attachment than by aiming.

The damage may not be large, but the impact on morale is great.

However, the giant arrows shot into the snake tide, like a drizzle into the lake, and even the waves could not stir much.

Hong Fan's eyes were slightly condensed.

He had seen powerful thermal weapons, and he had heard of the doctrine of fire victory and Van Vliet's ammunition.

But he knew better that the power of weapons was not as devastating as imagined, and most of the results relied on the destruction of organization and morale.

Otherwise, nearly 2 million shells were dropped in 43 days, and even the top of the mountain was cut down by two meters.

After the first round of shooting, the bed crossbowmen switched the latches according to the process, reducing the elevation angle of the shot.

Then several people work together to wind the winch.

After the enemy formation entered the 500 meters, the red pennant waved, and another volley was fired.

If so, up to 300 meters away, when the bed crossbow was changed to free fire, a total of 10-headed snake men were killed.

At this distance, even ordinary soldiers can see the face of the alien race.

Reflective scales, erect pupils, and silent charges.

It's different from what many recruits imagine about war.

No frantic yelling, no thunderous tapping.

There is no panic or sluggishness.

There was no killing intent even in the vertical pupils.

But because of this, the silent march of the alien race seemed to have some kind of transcendent deterrence, far away, but it was already storming the city walls in the air.

When the enemy reached 200 meters, the first war drums sounded on the main city tower.

Crossbowmen and martial arts archers began to shoot freely.

All of them are armor-piercing arrows, and each hit can at least open a hole in the snake-eye shield.

When the enemy reached 100 meters, the drum sounded the second pass.

The archers are in full force.

Arrows flew down like locusts on the city's heads, destroying many of the serpentine scales and shields like onions.

There were obvious casualties in the front row of the snake people.

Hong Fan raised his iron bow and raised his hand to shoot a four-edged steel arrow.

The arrow first pierced the face of the stone axe, and then pierced through the door.

Then, the porcupine-like snake man with eleven sharp arrows pierced in his body finally fell.

But its corpse is still in action.

The passing clan dragged the five-meter-long corpse, approached the trench, and threw it at the wooden thorns.

Then, without hesitation, he went down to the pit and slashed left and right with heavy weapons, but he actually made a hard way to open a road.

Almost half a cup of tea after the Red Scale Wave of the Army, the snake man's sharp arrow touched the city wall.

They grabbed their weapons, straightened up and climbed upwards.

The battle situation is like hot water up to ninety-nine degrees, and it is only one minute away from boiling.

At this time, the rain of arrows in the city slowed down.

Hong Ping took a file axe and stuck it in his waist.

Hong Fu gasped, sweat soaking his underwear.

He was only three big points away from reaching the Breakthrough Realm.

Normally, firing the five-wheeled bow was just a warm-up, but at the moment it consumed most of the strength.

"All of them speak of God......

The team's horn was raised.

Hong Fu bowed his head silently, spat on his mouth, gave up the iron bow, and covered himself with a steel cloak.

At this time, the third drum was raised on the castle tower.

The drum was loud and urgent, and it was actually struck by Hong Cheng himself with a mallet in his hand.

Suddenly, there were countless shouts and cheers from the city, mixed together, like a thunderbolt exploded in Hong Fu's ears.

His mind was blank, but his body moved on its own, and he rushed forward at the same time as Hong Ping on the other side.

Two wolf's tooth paddles, one meter and a half square, hung from a wooden frame, were pushed out of the women's wall and fell freely.

The paddle is three inches thick, and there are more than 100 and a half feet long iron nails on it, with a total weight of nearly 200 catties.

Directly below, the snake man was covered by his head, and his skull burst open like a watermelon, splashing the walls with juice.

The wolf's teeth hung outside the city, swaying from side to side, and in the squeak, they were pulled up by the winch little by little.

On either side are more snake people climbing up.

Then it fell the Yaksha.

It is a roller made of three-meter-long, one-foot-thick elm wood, and the surface is covered with sharpened "reverse beard nails".

The banging continued.

The sassal wood dragged two iron chains down the edge of the city, and before the end of the end, it was already stained with flesh and blood.

In the distance, the giant serpent approached with red scales and stopped two hundred meters away.

This distance can be crossed in half a breath for innate combat power.

And on the city tower facing the giant snake, Hong Jian's figure also appeared, facing each other from afar.

Large sections of the trench have been leveled.

More and more snake people stepped on the corpses of their own people and went up to the city.

Hong Fu rushed to the side of the female wall with a stone, poked his head out and was about to aim, but saw that the nearest snake face was only half a meter away from him.

The scales, vertical pupils, fangs, and claws that cut into the cracks of the bricks were a hundred times clearer and colder than they had ever seen in a dream.

He suffocated, and the stone broke free and smashed into the snake man's left arm.

The bones clicked.

The snake man fell a foot down, steadied himself with one arm, and was about to go up.

Hong Fu pushed the female wall with both hands, retreated a few steps in succession, and his teeth were fighting, and he was a little out of strength.

He clasped his hands on his knees, and for a moment he could not hear the war drums and shouts of killing, only the pounding of his heart.

On the other side, the snake man climbed the city wall.

As soon as the biting stone knife was retrieved from his hand, it had been hit in the chest by Hong Ping with a large shield.

The latter has been in the penetration realm for less than four months, and has just opened the second serious path, and has more than 700 catties of strength in his body.

But that's just the average snake man after a blood sacrifice.

The snake man's half body coiled around the female wall to borrow strength, pressing the shield with one claw, and slashing with the knife with the other claw, and was blocked by the file axe.

The muscles on Hong Ping's neck burst out, and he exerted twelve percent of his strength, but he was still pushed back.

"Hongfu, help me ......"

He exclaimed.

The cheers fell, and the wind roared in response.

The iron arrow broke off the string and nailed into the snake man's eye socket against Hong Ping's side face.

Blood splattered on Hong Ping's face.

He was slightly determined, but he found that the strength of the confrontation on the shield had not diminished in the slightest.

On the side, the old pawn in the same group as the two of them stabbed the spear and penetrated the snake man's waist and eye.

Hongfu's second arrow was driven into the snake man's neck.

The strength on the shield was finally weakened by half.

Hong Ping shouted violently, and then he threw the opponent off the city.

Three-on-one battles take place all over the city walls, but not all humans have the upper hand.

100 meters to the east.

A blue-scaled snake man pressed forward with a blade that had eaten a foot into his belly, and slashed the stone axe at the top of the iron helmet.

The flint blade shattered in half.

The helmet deflated, and the warrior fell limp.

When the sword was halfway drawn, the snake man was struck in the chest by a short spear stabbed diagonally.

The spearhead pierced the torso, steel and scales grinding out a string of sparks.

However, the wounded alien only opened its jaws and exerted a force sideways in a way that humans could not replicate, biting the spearman's neck.

The howl is distorted by pain, and the pupils are dilated with fear.

But the soldier clutched the shaft of the spear with both hands and pressed forward.

At this time, he felt something flow around him.

Large swaths of gravel wrapped around the spearman's neck and poured wildly from the snake man's giant kiss and nose.

The sand stretches open both jaws, allowing the soldier to get out with minimal collateral damage.

Then, Hong Fan clenched his fist suddenly.

The snake man's head swelled in a circle, and he fell into limb.

(End of chapter)