Swadia's crossbow fell heavily on the earthen clay pot.

Smashed on the head of the jackal in front of the jackal, breaking into countless fragments.

Amber oil splashed with the cracked pottery pot instantly, but more oil was splashed on the stairs of the corpse outside the city wall, and those corpses still stepping on their companions, howling Jackal climbing up.

The torch was thrown directly out of the window.

For a short moment, the oil-soaked corpse blazes with flames.

The heat wave is extremely compelling.

The flames were spreading, and the linen robe and hair on the corpse helped to increase the fire. The crackling sound continued, and with the few cans of oil smashed down, the fire was more intense, and the whole staircase composed of corpses was burned up outside the city wall. The huge flames made the jackals who were still climbing below howl and began to retreat miserably.

Creatures' fear of fire is imprinted in the soul, and even these jackals are no exception.

The fire spread and the blazing flames rolled into a heat wave.

Originally still underneath, his eyes were full of blood-studded jackals, but time had recovered a little clear, and he was afraid to shrink back to climb the ladder of corpses covered by flames, and subconsciously backed away.

The siege was frustrated and the offensive of the jackals weakened.

Drumming up and down again.

As the madness faded in the eyes, the fear of these jackals also appeared.

No one wants to continue to die, and no one wants to climb the stairs of the burning body.

"Oh--"

The shrill wolf howling appeared, which was the commander of the commander who asked to retreat.

The entire Jackal army is not enough to continue to make the crazy attack before. When the offensive is frustrated and the violent attack fails, it is a wise choice to temporarily retreat, otherwise the morale of the troops will be seriously degraded with the long attack, under the threat of death , The original madness will also become a hopeless situation that completely loses hope, and directly triggers the collapse of all employees.

The expeditionary forces began to retreat, and within 30 minutes of the siege, they threw down more than 600 companions and tragically retreated backwards. The original neat formation has already begun to be scattered. trace.

The crazy attack of the jackal disappeared.

The crossbowmen in the attic of the city wall suddenly felt relieved of the pressure they faced and relieved themselves secretly.

However, these crossbowmen were not slack. The longbows and crossbows of the hands were still shooting arrows of rain. Even the Swadian militias with the crossbow hunting at the top of the attic were shooting the crossbow arrows again and again. Kill the retreating troops.

Now is the time to beat down the water dog, and use the opportunity to kill the enemy's vital forces!

The "swooshing" air-breaking sound is still stern.

The forces of these jackals quickly retreated, but they still threw more than 30 corpses in the retreat before finally leaving 200 meters away, which was completely away from the city wall, and the effective shooting distance of those human shooters.

Kant watched as he returned to the bottom of the sand dunes, and began to regroup the Jackals of the formation, his awkwardness slowly waned.

This means that the opponent will not continue to attack for the time being.

At least the morale must be stabilized, and these jackals who are in desperation must be reinvigorated before they can attack the city again. But even then, the frustrated troops of the siege have to continue to enter the oblivious, only knowing to climb up desperately, even It is impossible to appear as a mad body that has to be used as a companion stepping stone.

Thinking of the madness of life and forgetting death, Kant's eyes were a little deep in his eyes.

Turning his head slightly, the golden lion behind him fluttered.

Kant noticed a certain fact.

In the crazy attack of the group of jackals, this banner called the battlefield artifact, failed to successfully reduce the morale of the other party, whether it was the first round of morale reduction or the morale reduction as the number of casualties increased, it was very difficult, just Just like these jackals who were in a mad state, the morale was basically stabilized, and it was impossible to cut them.

Only when the attack was frustrated and retreated back did they finally succeed in reducing the morale of some of the jackals, but the reduction was not so strong, and even the enemy's troops were not in a state of low morale.

"Crazy, will automatically stabilize the morale, can not be reduced?"

Kant quickly concluded that the guess was accurate.

It's just that this accurate conclusion is not a good thing, so he can't help but sigh.

Turning his head to look at the crossbowmen who were moving their arms and massaging their arm muscles, their mentality was calmed down a little. After all, their soldiers counterattacked bravely and did not fear the madness of the other party, but he was very pleased.

"Communicate, pay attention to the alert, the enemy will not give us too long."

Kant commanded the herald soldier, and turned and walked towards the stairs.

Instead of leaving the city wall, he climbed to the top of the attic and watched the rows of Swadia militias sitting on the ground to rest. He found Manid, who was still busy, and asked, "How is your situation here."

"Everything is fine." Manid saluted, but said solemnly: "It's just that the crossbow is not enough."

"So fast?" Kant frowned.

Manid sighed: "Yes, in the battle just now, these militiamen shot all their quiver bags. After all, there were only 20 crossbow arrows in the quilt kits equipped by these militiamen. "

"I know." Kant nodded, and Manid said the truth.

It is estimated that not only these Swadia militias.

Even for other bowmen, the quiver should now be empty, with few left.

In the crazy siege battle just now, the crossbowmen played an absolute role. The 600+ jackal corpses underneath were almost all caused by these crossbowmen, and most of the retreat jackals They are all wounds that are light and heavy, and if there is no dense arrow rain, it will definitely not cause such a situation.

Contemplating a little, Kant said: "This problem is very easy to solve."

"It's so nice." Manid breathed a sigh of relief.

Kant's solution to the problem is, of course, [Ammunition Supplementation × 3] obtained during the previous draw.

Thinking communication system.

With his affirmation, the golden card in his head suddenly spread out.

The number of suffixes has also changed from 3 to 2.

But just under the city walls, inside and outside the arrow tower, in the quiver of the Wikia Archers, Reston Rangers, Swadian Crossbowmen, and Swadian Militias, the data flow began to spread, in the blink of an eye, Instantly it became bulging again.

Gengen Feather Arrows are inserted into the quiver in an orderly manner, and Gengen Crossbow Arrows are neatly coded in the quiver.

The crossbowmen's ammunition has been restored.

But Kant frowned slightly.

Although the arrows are all restored to the previous number, the physical strength of these crossbowmen has been consumed a lot, especially the archers who need to draw bows and arrows, fierce wars, continuous bow and arrow shooting~lightnovelpub.net ~ Severe strain on arm muscles.

At this time Kant missed that he had consumed a clean volley card.

After all, 500 Wikia shooters made three salvos, covered with arrows of rain, capable of killing a large number of jackals in an instant.

"Oh--"

At this moment, the wretched wolf reappeared.

The Swadian militiamen who were still sitting at the top of the attic all stood up again, their crossbows aimed at the outside world, still with indifference on their faces, and the determination to defend their homeland.

Manid carrying a light crossbow, his face dignified: "This attack may be even crazier."

The jackals screamed.

These guys who have been reinvigorated by morale have completely transformed into desperation.

The staircase of the corpse is still burning, but the foundation still exists under the city wall into a slope. As long as the arrow rain rushes up and continues to raise the slope, the jackal behind can even directly flip into the city wall through the window.

At that time, it was a fierce battle for the walls.

This is the most direct melee, but for bowmen who are not good at melee, it is their own weakness.

Fighting against the 2.3-meter strong jackal is like hitting a stone with an egg.

"I already have arrangements."

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes appeared a little bit spicy.

But this arrangement will not be used until the end, and he turned directly towards the attic, and at the same time told Maned: "If the wall below starts to fall, you and the militia you led immediately leave the top of the attic from other stairs, Line up with those Swadia infantry behind the city gates and fight in the street!"

"Understood!" Manid nodded.

"Well." Kant turned down the stairs and returned to the attic of the city wall.

Not far from the dunes.

The Jackals rearranged into teams and started to attack again.