Chapter 148 The Lion on the Battlefield
Buckets of fire oil and boiling dung were handed over to the soldiers. Without any hesitation, they just picked up the bucket and poured it down without caring about the dirt! Hot feces poured vertically down with a strong stench. No matter how strong the shield in his hand was, the soldier who bore the brunt was still wet when faced with this all-pervasive liquid!
The hot and stench of feces immediately corroded this brave and fearless soldier, and instantly shattered his bravery to pieces! The soldier immediately let out a wailing cry, and the crackling sound of his skin being burned could be vaguely heard from his cry. He roared in pain, but lost his balance. He immediately twisted crookedly and fell weakly to the ground behind him. He also slammed into several companions who were also climbing the ladder, and fell into the sea of people below.
However, scenes like this abound. Soldiers are attacked by excrement and water, falling down one after another like ants on a tree trunk being shaken off. The miserable wailing sound was particularly inconspicuous amidst the violent shouts of killing. What's more, the public risked exposing his body and violently pushed away the ladder set up on the city wall. The enemies who had just climbed halfway immediately screamed in panic, but were unable to stop the ladder from tilting backwards with a bang. He fell to the ground, pressed into the dense sea of people underground. In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of casualties. But before the soldier had time to show off his achievements, there was a dense sound of piercing the air from the sea of people and the archers on the tower. The soldier was shot through the body by more than a dozen bows and arrows before he could even cry out for help. and head, paralyzed in a pool of blood.
But even so, it still couldn't stop the tide of enemy troops from scaling the city wall. Seeing that the fire oil and excrement had lost their effect, the soldiers on the city wall could even see the enemy's cold sword hidden under the raised shield! They immediately put their long swords into their waists and took the hooks and sickles sent by logistics. Groups of three or five crowded on each wall stack, holding the hooks and sickles to stab the enemy troops who were about to climb up!
"Ahhh!" Four or five hooks and sickles fiercely pierced the fragile chain armor and stabbed into the enemy's body. The latter let out a scream and fell down weakly, falling into the sea of people. But obviously Philip's soldiers are elites who have experienced many years of war. Faced with such a tactic of sticking to the wall, they were not surprised at all. After seeing another group of companions stabbed to death on the ladder, the newcomers immediately pressed their bodies on the ladder and held it with one hand. Holding the shield to block, waving the long sword with one hand, he started to compete with the male in front of him.
Although it cost a lot of casualties, it achieved good results. Several men holding hooks and sickles were accidentally stabbed in the cheek by enemies on the ladder, and screamed and fell in a pool of blood. Seeing that there was a loophole in the defense, Philip and Lex's queen took advantage of the situation and stepped on the wall with a fierce glare. They waved their shields away with the hook and sickle, and jumped onto the city wall to fight with the king. *Fight bravely! Once a gap in the wall was knocked out, the kings on the ladder immediately climbed up one after another. Before long, there were more than a dozen people, strangled with the gangsters who started to retreat and couldn't resist. And the ladder protected by them is now constantly providing a bridge for latecomers to climb the city wall!
"Quick! Reinforcement! We can't let these bastards set foot on our territory!" Seeing this development, the Grand Duke had already captured more than a dozen walls, and the fair defenses were resisting the rapidly increasing number of enemies. The Grand Duke saw his soldiers falling under the enemy's sword one after another, and immediately shouted with dizziness. And just as the Grand Duke finished speaking, a large number of elite hook-scythe spearmen wearing pot helmets and half-body armor also climbed onto the city wall, raised their sharp guns, and roared towards the group of enemies in front of them! "Archer!"
When the Grand Duke saw the reinforcements coming up and temporarily restraining the enemy troops from coming up via the ladder, he howled and shouted immediately. The archers who had been waiting for a long time were now retreating to the streets and rooftops behind the city wall, frequently bending their bows and shooting arrows to block the enemy troops huddled on the city wall in front of them!
Seeing the enemy troops being flanked by gangsters on both sides, soldiers were constantly being blocked and killed one by one by the archers nearby. At this moment, they are the Kingdom of Malta, a nation that worships the ferocious black bear, and they also show their fighting talent. There is no need for a commander or any orders at all.
These warriors who followed King Philip of Malta through life and death, when they saw the archers again, they immediately raised their shields spontaneously to form a defense line, while others immediately pulled out arm-length spears from the backpacks on their backs. Just throw it hard at the archer on the roof! The spearhead flashed through a streak of silver light, and violently nailed an archer who was drawing an arrow to the tiled roof alive! However, the archers would not just give in. They quickly found cover and began to fight to the death with these hateful invaders.
The Grand Duke was very nervous, and the situation gradually became unfavorable. More and more city walls were lost one after another, and more and more kings boarded the city walls. But things would not end so simply. At this moment, a dull knocking sound exploded, echoing in everyone's heart. When the Grand Duke heard the sound and looked around, he saw a scene that made his liver and gallbladder split! I saw towers one after another, which had been pushed to the city wall one after another at this moment.
The Maltese dismounted knights in elite armor who were waiting in formation immediately rushed in and all climbed to the top of the tower. I saw a wooden plank covered with rockets on one side of the tower, suddenly hanging down with a clicking sound, and hitting the battlements of the city wall with a bang! The princess next to him immediately turned around vigilantly, only to see foot knights wearing chain armor inside and fine full-body plate armor outside, waving shields with heraldry, maces and short axes in their hands, hiding In the helmet, a slit revealed eyes full of fighting intent. Howling and rushing up the wall! Facing the male who had no time to react, he split his head open with an axe!
"Carmon, where are my knights!" Seeing the enemy's towers building up the city wall one after another, the most elite knights on foot rushed into the palace and caused a shower of blood. The archduke, whose eyes were splitting, immediately turned his head. He roared angrily at Kamon behind him. Seeing this, the Marquis of Camon suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist, quickly stood by the city wall, raised his sword, and shouted: "Brave knights!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the foot knights wearing fiery red clothes, full-body elite plate armor, and fiery red lions tattooed on their shields immediately drew their swords in unison on the ground. On the other side, the Aries Knights, who were covered in silver and snow-white and wore sheep-head-shaped plate armor, and Olina also drew their swords at the same time and pointed directly at the sky. One fiery red, one silvery white. Kamon looked at the most elite warriors in the principality, and his calm face suddenly showed strange excitement. He let out his voice and roared: "For Kasmi!" "For the glory!" Nearly two thousand knights on foot below raised their voices at the same time. call. It immediately split into two red and white torrents, quickly climbed up the city wall, and rushed into the already one-sided battle situation.
Seeing this, Carmon suddenly turned around and looked at the Grand Duke, who looked a little sad. He suddenly made a knight's salute and said: "Grand Duke, be careful. May the glory of Casmi be with you and me." After saying that , no longer looking at the Grand Duke, but staring at the foot knights of Malta who were fighting fiercely with the Flame Lion Knights not far away. He threw away the shield with the coat of arms in his hand and pulled out another long sword from his waist.
Holding two swords in both hands, he paused his feet, and the dust on the ground was immediately blown away by an invisible air. His body immediately became blurred, and he rushed towards the battle group with a whooshing sound! And behind him were dragging two rays of silver light, spinning like a whirlwind, and got into the crowd of Maltese knights! In just an instant, the armor on the six Maltese knights beside them was immediately cut into pieces and flew away along with their flesh and blood. The two silver lights did not stop, but continued to kill more enemies!
Seeing the martial arts displayed by Carmon, the Grand Duke was not surprised at all. Instead, he sighed with emotion: "Did the lion that was active on the battlefield extend its claws to protect its offspring again after so many years? It's just... Carmon, you are already old. You must not die here."