Chapter 60: This is Singar (1)
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"Knockββββ!!!!knockββββββ!!!!knock-knockββ!!!"
The sudden crash roared outside the Singar, and more than twenty heavy ballistas were erected outside the city, roaring with angry flames for a moment, and the tight arms tossed the heavy lead ball towards the gates of the Singar Gate.
Unlike when fighting in the field, because the shot shot is not an oil can, an extra projectile belt is added to all the launch brackets, which means that the lead ball is not ejected but thrown, so that the accuracy of the ballista will decrease, but the range will be much higher.
Anyway, there is no need for precision now, as one of Shijie's premier "cosmopolitan metropolises", the Zhengbei Gate of Singar is six meters high and four meters wide, and it is also a fixed target. Even a blind man can hit this big guy with a heavy shot put!
The Romans' machinery was not all smooth sailing, the Roman army in the early Republic era was only more famous for infantry, and the navy could not compete with the world-famous Carthage and Greece at that time, and most of the time when attacking the city could only rely on siege, until the enemy ran out of ammunition and food, after conquering the Greek region, Rome's mechanical manufacturing technology was significantly improved, and it was better than Greece.
The most famous example is Julius Caesar, whose legions had specialized mechanized units, and Caesar was even the first military strategist to use trebuchets and ballistas in field warfare. Later, the castle-like impregnable temporary camps, the sturdy infantry shield walls, and the artillery strikes in the field became synonymous with the Roman legions, and the military liliang born of civilization was the most haode.
Standing at the forefront of the formation, Levard Hussein Bixia watched the scene in front of him in amazement, the whistling lead ball tearing the air through his eyes and hammering heavily towards the bronze gate.
"It's really crazy that I would agree to let the foreigners fire ballistas at the gates of their homeland?!" and cheer for them with joy?" Rivard twitched the corners of his mouth, and a man stood there and muttered to himself: "To Zuihou, even pay a lot of gold for these 'righteous shells'!"
"What are you talking about, Bixia!" the dwarven guard on the side turned his head, but the loud roar made everyone temporarily deaf: "Please be louder, I can't hear anything anymore!"
"Damn, I should have said it in advance. Levard muttered a few more words, then took a deep breath, took the guard's ear, and shouted, "Ask the human lords when their cavalry will attackββββ!!!!
"Understood!" the guard covered his ears, but there was not the slightest hint of complaint on his face, and he nodded hurriedly, and ran towards the rear formation, but the short legs like turnips looked really anxious.
"Looks like I'm going to ask those guys for a human cavalry to be a herald. Levard said as if complaining, as if complaining, and as if complaining: "It's really inconvenient." β
"Or should I form a similar army?" Rivard pondered, bowing his head, "I heard that the ancestors of Muradin, who also had an army of scythe-chariots, and it might be a good choice to use the most Haode horses to pull the chariots?"
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"It's a grand scene, isn't it? It feels like the remnants of these orcs will already think that the end of Shijie has arrived, and that's exactly what we want!"
Under the banner of the golden lion in front of the cavalry array, Salald, who was riding on his war horse Edith, pointed to Aaron and Theodore Hahadaxiao beside him: "I think at this time, there should be some more high-pitched music or something, which will be more imposing and help the morale of the army, what do you say?"
"No problem, I'll satisfy you right away. Theodore snapped his fingers ββ! and turned to look at the captain of the guard behind him with a smile: "Valens, go and let the trumpeters have some more exciting music, and make a strong voice for our cavalry before they set off!"
"Yes, Caesar!" Valence saluted without saying a word, turned his horse's head and ran behind, and in a few moments the loud Roman trumpets sounded.
"Hey, you two guys. Aaron frowned, "Our allies have come to ask when the general attack will be launched?" β
"As soon as the gates are breached, we will attack!" Theodore pulled the reins of his horse and stepped forward with high spirits, the purple horsehair on his head was unusually conspicuous: "This time only cavalry is used, and only one charge can solve the problem." β
"Cavalry, no infantry?" Salald raised an eyebrow, "Won't they complain? β
"Leave this work to the dwarves, their city, they know best. Theodore drew his sword, and the shining body of the sword reflected the blinding sunlight: "As for the gold, the soldiers will get it, but not now, and not plunder." We are civilized people, my good friends. β
"Since you've said so, I can't say no. Fortunately, the reputation of the dwarves has always been good, and there are no rumors that they used to pay on credit. Salald shrugged: "Come to think of it, this Levad Hussein Bixia will not set such a precedent for dishonoring his compatriots." β
While the three of them were talking, the heavy copper-inlaid door had been smashed to pieces by the continuous lead balls, and with a "ββ!boom", the overwhelmed wooden door finally broke apart and turned into fragments.
"Roar-ββββ!!!!!" A rough howl came from behind the gate, and the black, oppressive orcs blocked the doorway, armed with dwarven-style weapons and equipment.
"Look at these cowardly scumbags, I thought they would be waiting for us at least outside the city, or was I thinking too much. Salald said as he picked up his short-handled axe from the saddle with a disdainful smile on his face: "What are we waiting for?ββββ!!!!!!"
"For the sake of the brothers who died in battle, drive these monsters back to Hell!" Theodore held his sword high: "Blow the trumpet, all charge ββββ!!!!!"
"Wooββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ!!!!"
A desolate trumpet sounded, and the cavalry of an entire front launched a full-scale charge, gradually combining from a rectangle into a huge arrow cone. Spears, swords, tomahawks, maces...... Wielding a variety of weapons and shouting the same or different slogans, they rush together to the common enemy!
"Ballista readyββββγ Wing Archer Captain Leosis raised his right hand high, looked at the orcs behind the city gate with a mocking expression, and then waved it lightly: "Fire!"
Heavy crossbow bolts tore through the air, leaping over the knights' heads with a scream of death, black shadows rushing towards the gates, some smashing into the boulder-walled walls, and many more successfully passing through the gates, shattering the orc defenses, piercing them through with a howl and blood!
The trembling of the earth, the dark shadows of death, the leaderless orcs fleeing in panic, eager to avoid these terrifying enemies and threats. But this behavior greatly boosted the morale of the knights.
"Kill themββ!!!!," Aaron roared as he pulled out a delicate javelin from his lower back, weighed it a few times, and tossed it forward with the force between his fingers, pinning a guy who wanted to escape in place.
Although it was not the first time he had seen it, Rivard was still extremely afraid of this sceneββββ the impact of human cavalry was really terrifying, even with a solid infantry array, the traditional spear phalanx of dwarves, and a head-on confrontation with the oncoming knights, even if he won, it would be a disastrous victory.
What's more, those who can have the courage to confront the heavy cavalry charge head-on without being defeated must be the most elite warriors, with tacit understanding, dare to face the fear of death, and most of such warriors are also from aristocratic families, and honor is higher than life. Not much more numerically than human knights.
It seems that the matter of training tank units is going to be on the agenda. Levard secretly thought in his heart that although the Black Rock Basin is sandy, there are many large areas of wasteland, which are suitable for mobile troops to fightββββ which is one of the reasons why the early generations of Archduke Salion have been fighting the idea of New Gard.
But now, Singar and Salion were allies with a common enemy, and Levard turned slowly, took the large shield and a heavy iron staff from the guard, and struck the shield.
In front of him were more than 10,000 Dwarven Iron Wall Legions, a powerful force that had intimidated many Gentiles, and even the bloodthirsty and wild Tar tribe had chosen to detour to avoid confrontation with them!
"Brethren, dwarven guards, I know how you feel right now, needless to say, because I am too! Rivad screamed, "Let's take action!"
"We want revenge, we want to take back our home, the gold that flows in the land and the mountains of Singar, the jewels that lie there, the steel that is strong and flexible, and the black rocks that burst into flames. It is the wealth left to us by our ancestors. It's all the wealth that belongs to the dwarves of Singar, it's our wealth, and we're going to take it back with our own hands!"
"Never before in my life have I been so ambitious and high-spirited! Our homeland and loved ones are waiting for us to come to the rescue, all our allies are on our side, what are we waiting for?!"
"The Iron Wall Legion ββββ forward!"