"Put!"

When the birds flew 1,000 meters away from the city wall and began to decrease in height, with Matthew's order, more than 20 round balls with a diameter of more than three meters were thrown into the sky.

Under the traction of the falling object on the edge, the ball disintegrated in the air, spread into the surrounding space, and gradually expanded into a huge net with a diameter of 100 meters in the sky 500 meters in front of the city, which happened to stop in front of the road where the birds swooped.

The elephant pipits did not have time to slow down and plunged into it, chirping in panic, but they could not get out, and could only fall to the ground with the increasingly heavy net.

Each net was filled with flocks of birds, six or seven hundred, and more than twenty huge nets were more than ten thousand.

Just like fishing nets, under the action of gravity, the net openings at the back are constantly tightened, making these elephant pipits become turtles in the urn.

Unfortunately, the birds reacted quickly, and the more than 20 flying nets in the second round did not have time to open to the maximum extent, and only achieved less than half of the results.

The hemp rope mixed with metal filaments was very tough, and the birds, though fierce, did not break free, changing shapes on the ground before being trampled under the feet of the surging steppe people.

The remaining nearly 30,000 elephant pipas slammed into the city like a huge wave.

The elephant pipit is not small, fierce and aggressive by nature, although it is not a bird of prey like a hawk or a gray falcon, but a peck on exposed skin can leave a bloody wound, not to mention the insidious steppe people have a metal arrow tied to each beak and coated with poison.

There was a scream on the city wall, and those regular warriors covered in armor were naturally not afraid, and while swinging their swords and slashing, they released the wolf smoke that drove away.

But those civilians who always wore bad armor and helmets were not good, even if they had taken refuge under the city, they were still bitten and screamed, especially the fragile eyes, and in the confusion they overturned a dozen oil cans, causing a lot of fire and chaos.

Fortunately, after fighting with the steppe people for many years, Gaokan City's various countermeasures were quite well prepared, and after killing nearly 10,000 of them, perhaps they were afraid, or maybe they couldn't stand the special wolf smoke mixed with herbs, and the birds finally dispersed, leaving only a messy city wall and weakened at least thirty percent of the defensive density.

The border education in Gaokan City is still doing well, even if they are not real soldiers, these temporarily recruited civilians have some knowledge, and they are not too flustered about the poison on the wounds.

They didn't care about bandaging the wounds, but screamed and cursed, and at the same time took out the black-green medicine mud from the large vat placed nearby, and applied it vigorously to the wound, regardless of the strange smell of the medicine mud.

This is still specially prepared by the temple and sent by someone, and the temple is already overcrowded at this time, and there is no time to deal with this kind of injury that is too small to be small, so it has to deal with it so temporarily.

Fortunately, although it has little effect on severe trauma, the hemostasis and disinfection of small wounds are particularly effective.

However, the steppe people apparently did not expect the birds to do anything to the thick-skinned Waddersmann soldiers, not so much to injure the enemy as to harass or cover.

Before the birds had dispersed, the steppe people had already taken advantage of the chaos to rush to the city and climbed to the top of the city.

The bed crossbows on the city wall and the trebuchets behind them were still firing wave after wave, and there were only more than 50 siege crossbows left of the steppe people, and the threat was greatly reduced.

Occasionally, the remaining giant nets would be thrown out, trapping hundreds of steppe people inside.

Matthew commanded the archers to rain arrows on the designated area, which could take the lives of two or three thousand steppe people each time, and the killing efficiency was extremely high.

The buckets under the archers' feet were quickly empty, and then the assisted minmen replaced them with a full bucket and continued to splash them.

Hundreds of recruits were assigned to a good job, crouching in the arrow tower on the city wall, shaking the handle in their hands, and in front of them was a huge box-like thing.

Ten breaths of effort shook a circle, twenty tailless short arrows shot out quickly, and after ten rounds, the other two laboriously stepped on the wheel rod to wind the great killer.

There are 30 such things on the entire city wall, although the range is only 100 meters, and there is no strength and accuracy at all, but the killing effect on the dense battle formation of the steppe people is huge.

The only pity is that this kind of thing is expensive and prone to breakdowns, even with the financial resources of Gaokan City, there are only more than 500, except for these 30, all of them are consumed in the eastern defense line, otherwise how can they block wave after wave of attacks.

More and more steppe people rushed onto the stone bridge, and the moat had long been filled with swollen and white corpses, almost breaking the stream, and now almost the entire river channel was silted.

Every time they rushed through the moat for several days, they lost the most money, especially the remaining siege equipment, most of which were destroyed by the bed crossbow at this stage.

This is also the key to the confidence of Shaun Sr. to win the final victory.

The battle between the two sides is like an epic drama, with bows and arrows covering the sky and the sun coming and going, so that the ground outside the city is covered with layers of arrows and corpses.

The 100,000 people of the vanguard are just hors d'oeuvres, and the battlefield is open enough for the steppe people to invest hundreds of thousands of troops at one time, and they can't even see the end of the sea of people from the city wall, which can imagine the psychological pressure on the side defending the city.

As the first steppe people broke through the blockade of arrows and javelins and rushed below the city walls, an even more tragic siege began.

The 50-meter-high city wall is like a giant beast, exuding a blue-gray luster, simple, heavy and oppressive.

Fortunately, it was already winter, otherwise even if it was cleaned, the flesh and blood mud scattered in the squares and city walls would have smelled rancid and brought plague.

The bad part is that the flesh has been frozen to the ground, and it is difficult to clean it out, artificially raising the ground in front of the city wall.

The first batch of more than 20 heavy wooden ladders was erected on the city wall, the top of the curved foot firmly hooked the edge of the city wall, and the warriors on it braved the rain of arrows to smash first with axes, and then with wooden poles, and it took great strength to push away.

Every time the wooden ladder falls, dozens of grassland people above will dance and scream, and then fall down like dumplings, and the unlucky ones will be smashed by the heavy ladder and break their bones.

Even so, the two-kilometre-long wall was soon covered with steppe people, and from a distance it looked like a huge colony of ants gathered at the bottom of the steps, making the scalp tingle.

A Ward warrior leaned out half of his body from the battlement, aimed at the steppe people below, and shot the bow and arrow in his hand, and the one-and-a-half-meter wooden arrow shot through two people in a row before he stopped advancing.

And the warrior's body was also hit several times, clanging, but fortunately his whole body was wrapped under the armor, so he was not injured, but there were a few more dents and shallow holes.

The tall walls made the steppe people's downward shots less powerful.

But the other Ward warrior was not so lucky, and had just shot five or six steppe men, and when he was able to do so, he was caught around the neck by a rope thrown from the middle of the ladder, and then pulled down the wall.

Although there was a thick pile of corpses underneath, he was only dizzy with shock, and before he could cut down three or four, he was swarmed by a group of steppe people, and it looked like a ball wrapped in an ant colony.

A steppeman with a scimitar climbed up the ladder to the top of the city, roared and rushed towards the nearest Warder, only to be kicked to the ground by a large foot sticking out of the side.

The Ward warrior simply took him for a rock, grabbed it with one hand, and threw it onto the ladder, smashing down a string of climbers.

Some steppe warriors had just shown half of their heads at the head of the city when they were struck in the face with an axe, and they fell down before they could even let out a scream.

A fat cook in half-body armor rushed at the vicious steppe people with trembling hands clenching his bone-cutting machete.

He excitedly stood up straight and continued to look for a lone target, but he didn't expect two wooden arrows to shoot in through the gap in the battlements, one pierced his eye, and the other pierced his jaw, and some of his fat bodies collapsed without saying a word, and bright red blood spread across the city wall.

A dozen steppe people howled and burst in from the arrow tower that fell on the city wall, and the two sword and shield warriors firmly held the front side by side, and the other two warriors wielded huge broadswords like demon kings to cut these steppe people and their scimitars into scattered pieces, and then knocked the arrow tower down, knocking over four ladders in a row.

From time to time, barbed wire, sasswood and oil canisters were smashed under the city, creating patches of no-man's land.

Such a tragic attack and defense took place in every corner of the two-kilometer-long city wall, and life bloomed and withered all the time, composing a magnificent chapter.

Someone has made a statistic that if the density of two steppe people is allocated for every meter of city wall.

At the beginning of each battle, about seventy percent of all the steppe warriors who charged could rush to the city, but only half of these seventy percent had a chance to rush to the city, and less than sixty percent of them could stay for more than three breaths and inflict varying degrees of damage on the Warders.

Overall, less than half of the steppe people have the opportunity to fight with real guns, and the pressure and casualties of the Ward people are not large.

But after an hour of fighting, the percentage increased to thirty percent as the city's apparatus deteriorated rapidly and the number of archers fired their bows increased.

As the battle continues, this percentage increases by half percent every more than half an hour.

And when this percentage increases to fifty percent, that is, when the three-hour threshold is crossed, the number of Ward's casualties explodes exponentially.

In particular, those recruits and civilians who were low in combat strength and not strong enough were killed or injured during this time period.

And when the number of steppe people attacking is large enough to cause this density to increase, there will be a chain reaction, and the statistics of the above time will be greatly shortened, as is the case at the moment.

This is also the reason why the Wards are not satisfied with the heavy fortified city, but build a longer defensive line on the perimeter.