"Roar―――――――――― roar ―――――!!!!!!!"

With a terrible howl, the orc army began a new offensive. Gray waves swept over the land, and heavy footsteps and whistling made the walls tremble.

"They're coming. ”

Mesimus stood on the watchtower, flanked by the eagle flag, a symbol of the glory of the Roman legions, glittering in the sunlight against the general's tall back, his red cloak swaying slightly.

"Don't leave any hands behind this time, everyone will go into battle, and let the Eagle Banner Hundred, as well as the crossbowmen, go to the city wall. "Mehemus kept giving orders.

"Whether we live to enjoy glory or die to bear the shame is today!"

"Leosis!"

"In!, General. ”

"Order all the archers to start shooting at two hundred meters, and the crossbowmen to start shooting at one hundred and fifty meters, and not to stop once they start!" Mehmus looked at the horizon in the distance, standing motionless under the banner of an eagle, standing like a sculpture: "Absolutely not stop!"

"Understood!" shouted Leoss. However, there was a puzzled look: "General, I have a ......"

"It's a soldier who will give me orders, Leosis!" Mehemus immediately interrupted him: "Understood?!"

"Yes!"

"Theodore, where is Theodore?!" a hurried voice ran over, and Aaron was standing by the stairs sweating profusely, wiping his sweat while constantly looking: "Where's Theodore?"

"Caesar is gone, Lord Aaron. Mehemus looked at him expressionlessly: "Just last night, I also took away the knights of the Imperial Guard and the knights of Lord Malbert, along with Lord Salard, and sixteen lords and their knights!"

"No, no, it's impossible, you're lying to me!" Aaron's eyes widened, his breath flickered up and down, and an expression of disbelief floated on his face: "That guy, how could it be?!"

"That's just the way it is. ”

"That liar!" Aaron jumped up in rage and looked out of the city walls with a roar, "That liar!" coward, bastard of no seeds, big liar!"

"If you have the time, please hurry back to your own post, the city defense of Severcro needs your Liliang and your knights. Mehemus still had the same expression, looking at Aaron with calm eyes: "Did you say yes?"

"Damn it!" Aaron cursed again, glanced at the orc army in the distance, sighed, and ran towards the opposite wall.

"Why do you bother?" said Leossis unbearably, "It's obviously ......"

"Inform Lord Best and let him take his troops and the militia he has summoned to the opposite wall, where the defenses are now very weak!" Mesimus still ordered to himself: "Also order the troops on the west side to pay attention, the orcs are likely to break through the line of conscripts, and be vigilant at all times!"

"Understood!" Leosis replied helplessly, gave a military salute to Mesimus, and let the herald beside him set off.

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"Woo――――――――――――――――――――――――............"

The dull sound of trumpets echoed over Severcro, and the soldiers walked up to the wall, looking nervous or relaxed at the orc army opposite, and couldn't help but clench their weapons and shields tightly, these less delicate things now seemed more real than anything else.

Wild and chaotic roars and muffled footsteps came from the opposite side, and the murderous and bloodthirsty orcs were as excited and happy as if they were ready to slaughter their prey, constantly flapping their shields and chests with their weapons, and their bloody mouths showing their teeth soaked in red.

Although orcs also like to eat cooked food, they don't care about raw food, it would be better if it was fresh.

The gushing, hot red liquid had an indescribable attraction to them.

A tragic and desolate aura echoed over the defenders of Severcro.

They don't know if they'll ever be able to go back alive and see their families alive, and they see only a small hope in these beasts.

The young men among the refugees took the initiative to take up arms and join the defenders in the sequence, replacing the departing lords, using their thin bodies to defend this section of the defense, in fact, they may be the group of people who know most about it - where else can they go if Severcro misses?

Oppressed by the orcs, the dark and brutal rule makes them desperate for freedom, even if they have to pay high taxes and use cattle and horses for the old men, it is better than the days when the beasts are not as good!

They have sacrificed too much for this goal: elderly parents, weak wives, young children, brothers who have fallen on the road!

They want to live now, to carry on the dreams of those who died, to live, to live like individuals!

They have experienced the most horrific everything, so they have nothing to fear!

The orc army, who was not aware of it at all, still chose the most advantageous formation - comprehensive suppression!

They surpass the coalition forces in quantity and quality, and of course this is what is most beneficial to them.

The grey ocean swept in with high waves rushing in to smash this little reef to pieces!

It is more appropriate to use two ancient poems to describe it -- black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it!!

The sunset in the lonely city is scarce!!!

The ancients did not deceive me.

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"Five hundred meters!" shouted Leosses, "trebuchet launches-!!!"

Three ninety-kilogram large stone balls were thrown out from behind the city wall, hitting the target directly, and exploded on the ground in the orc formation, and the broken flying stones smashed many orc infantry.

The only way for undisciplined barbarian orcs to ensure the movement of the military formation is to keep the soldiers tightly together, so as to ensure that the formation will not be scattered, and only when attacking will they widen the distance, otherwise it will be impossible to spread according to their size.

The distance between the soldiers of an army indicates the discipline of the army, and in this regard, the Roman legion deserved to be the division of discipline - in the field, unless it is a cavalry, each soldier must have a distance of 1.5 meters between each soldier to facilitate the soldiers' play.

Squeezing together may be useful, but when it comes to long-range weapons, it can be a live target, and you can hit a bunch of people with your eyes closed!

"Three hundred meters!" The military horn sounded: "Launch-!!!"

Twenty ballistas reverberated, and huge bolts shot out of the machine!

"Knock ――――――――――!!!!!"

Almost instantly, the orcs in front of them were carried upside down by the impact of the crossbow arrows!

A long crossbow bolt pierced three or four orcs directly into gourd strings!

However, the enemy seemed to have been prepared, and just after the ballista was fired, the entire orc army began to stretch and disperse, turning from a dark cloud into a wide river.

The ballistas and trebuchets are still firing, but the effect is far from as good as it was at the beginning, and it is difficult for the orcs to be hit at once when they are scattered, and only the fire oil that can be sprayed can have an unexpected effect.

Soon, the distance was pulled to within one hundred and fifty meters.

Flying in the sky, locust-like arrows loomed over the orc army, allowing them to move slowly through the dead and corpses, the orcs with little armor, and the shields in their hands were only shoddy, and they could not effectively resist the powerful bows and crossbows. But the rough-skinned orcs were hardly shot at once, and almost all the orc infantry standing in the front had three or four arrows stuck in their bodies, but they still trotted forward without care.

This is already the range of long-range strikes from Zuihou.

Silently moving forward quickly, the orc infantry marched with heavy steps, each step almost hammering the hearts of the coalition soldiers!

"Roar―――――――――― roar ―――――!!!!!!!"

The roar of the beast woke the soldiers up, the stout siege ladder had reached the city wall, and the red-eyed orcs were climbing up quickly!

"Roman legions-!!!" Mehemus raised his sword high: "Fight to the death--!!!"

"Fight to the death――――――――――!!!!!"

"Fight to the death――――――――――!!!!!"

"Fight to the death――――――――――!!!!!"

The soldiers held their shields aloft, shouted their slogans, and pounced on the rushing enemy, with every stab, every slash and wave, with a salute to life!

Stay alive!

The mechanical wielding the weapon in their hands, either of the two sides, left their fate and future in the hands of this battle, for the orcs, this battle also determines whether their tribe can grow or not, as wanderers, they also have a fanatical desire for the land.

So no one can afford to lose this battle! Because no one can afford to lose!

The strong smell of blood spread across the city walls, making both sides begin to become fanatical, this is a decisive battle of endurance and heart, whoever can't hold it first will definitely die!

The archers standing on the watchtower shot arrows one after another, their teeth clenched tightly, and a deep blood mark on their fingers, and the crossbowmen quickly pressed the trigger without even looking, pulled the next crossbow arrow, and then fired at the orc army. Even if only one hits, it can reduce the pressure on the robes who shelter themselves from the wind and rain in front.

The ballistas and trebuchets were still roaring, the arrows and stones were becoming less and less, and the sappers were sweating profusely, panting, gritting their teeth to pull the machine apart, load it with ammunition, and continue to let it start. The accuracy of the ballista that has been used many times is starting to decline, which is a precursor to the imminent collapse.

This can only be done with the blessing of Ulken, the god of craftsmen - at least not too late until this stop is won.

The battle continues.

Despite their unimaginable willpower and faith, the levies on the left wall began to rout. These people, who have little combat skills and experience, rely on their blood and courage to almost fill with their lives, and the miserable howls continue to be heard, and the defense line finally begins to break.

"General!"

"Eagle Banner Hundreds!" shouted Mehemus, "Long live Rome――――――!!!!!"

"Viva Rome――――――――!!!!!

These veterans, the most powerful of the entire Roman legion, stepped forward and followed their past centurions and rushed towards the left flank.

"Eagle Banner!"

"It's the Eagle Banner -- !!!"

The Roman soldiers who accidentally saw it were pleasantly surprised, and the moment they saw the Eagle Banner, the proud soul in their hearts was awakened, the Eagle Banner!

It was a symbol of glory!!!

Holding the eagle banner high, Mehemus walked at the front of the hundreds, and strode forward with a calm expression towards the orderly centurion soldiers behind him.

"Eagle Banner ――――――――――――!!!!!"

“strengthandhonor――――――――――！！！！！！”

On the central city wall, as well as on all the watchtowers, a high cheer erupted, which made the coalition soldiers look at these comrades in confusion and marvel!

A flag can make them cheer!

That must be the highest honor they guarded!!!

Where the eagle banner is, it is where the soul of the Roman army is! If the eagle flag does not fall, the soul of the Roman army will not fall!

The Roman soldiers attacked the orcs like crazy, and the eagle banner behind them made them feel a great burden and awakened the pride in their hearts!

"We are invincible Roman legions--!!!!!"

Holding the Eagle Banner high, Mehemous led the Eagle Banner Hundred to resist the narrowly breached defense line, and the cheers of the Roman legions also aroused the fighting spirit of the other coalition forces.

Once again, the battle returned to a stalemate.

The long-term battle made the physical strength of both sides begin to decline rapidly, and there can be no battle for a long time in the era of cold weapons, and the loss of physical strength and weapons will make both sides decide victory and defeat in a short period of time.

The enemy is beginning to be afraid.

The orc legion doesn't have excellent physical strength, but it has a lot of explosive power, which is an advantage, but also a disadvantage. Their physical exertion can be staggering.

By this time, several times up and down, although the whole army had already taken turns, it was already exhausted. And the defenders had one more advantage.

Because of the narrowness of the walls, the forces invested by both sides are about the same, and the attacking side is often surrounded on the walls, while the defenders do not have this problem.

Aside from the conscription, the Roman heavy infantry, known as the Roman mule, naturally needless to say, the army of the Grand Duke of Brenus, who has been fighting in the bitter cold all year round, also has a lot of physical strength, and the willpower is also beyond ordinary people.

And they're starting to realize: the orcs are running out!

Although the gap between the two sides is still huge, this alone makes them excited!

The long-term situation made the leader of the orcs anxious, and he decided to repeat the same trick again.

Retreat first, once the enemy is out of the city, these humans are no match for the orcs!

Thinking of this, it decided to give the order for the troops still on the walls to withdraw and regroup.

However, before it could give the order, it found out.

The earth is shaking!

“strengthandhonor――――――――――――！！！！！！！”

(Because school is about to start.,So from the next chapter.,It's going to be updated at eight o'clock in the evening.,These two days are considered the adaptation period.,Advance notice.,I hope you understand.。

zuihou,Empty still has to come to a customary activity - sprinkle flowers~!ask for reward~!ask for collection~!ask for recommendation~!)