It took ten days for the engineers to gather wood to make siege equipment.

These ten days became the last peace before the start of the Winter War.

One side waited for the siege equipment to be ready, and the other side stubbornly guarded the winter city wall and couldn't escape the battle. The two sides who were supposed to be enemies of each other formed a kind of unspeakable tacit understanding during this peaceful confrontation.

Whenever the bells of the Sophia Cathedral in Winter City came twice in the morning and evening, and the Stuart soldiers changed their guards according to the bells, the Pompeii army would start their meals on time. Whenever a group of strange people outside the city set up a stage to perform a drama, and Pompeii soldiers flocked to watch, the Stuarts on the wall would also stop and watch.

But this kind of tacit understanding cannot last long after all. When the wood becomes a siege cart and trebuchet, all preparations for the siege are ready, which means that peace has entered the final countdown.

It was an early morning, the sky was just getting bright, and it was still a bit cold, and there was a layer of hoarfrost on the wooden posts in the barracks. The melodious bell of Sophia Cathedral rang again, passing thousands of yards to the ears of the Pompeii outside the city.

It's just that this time it's not just as simple as opening a meal.

The sleeping barracks resembled a beast that was awakened, and came back to life in an instant. Tens of thousands of Pompeii soldiers rushed out of the tent. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the sound of armor crashing, and the ridicule of the Southern Tone-North Dialect, they gradually gathered into a neat formation and moved towards the Winter City surrounding the center.

"Hold down and stay consistent." The officers yelled and tried to ease the tension of the recruits, but it was hard to say how effective they were. Because they themselves were too excited, they couldn't help trembling.

When tens of thousands of people advance for the same goal, uphold the same belief, and adhere to the same mission. The shouts are like ocean waves rushing towards your face, making everyone in it irritable and rushing! It will also make the enemies who stand in front of you taste the taste of fear, as if the mountain is collapsing head-on!

The mobilization of the army simply cannot hide the defenders, and both sides have been preparing for a long time.

On one side, tens of thousands of elite city guards rely on Jiancheng. On the other side is a gathering of 200,000 troops and heroes, with complete arms, only to be famous for breaking the city and slaying the enemy.

The battle has reached its climax right from the beginning!

The first to kick off was the long-range firepower projection composed of trebuchets and wizards. As a traditional power, Pompeii really has a good set of military applications of spells.

Accompanied by the creak caused by the friction of the wood, dozens of catapult booms were raised high at the same time, and the stones instantly took off and shot towards the city. After a while, there was a loud noise, and several cracks and cracks on the city wall showed the excellent accuracy and power of the Pompeii trebuchet!

This was just a calibration. The engineers yelled and adjusted the trebuchet and reset it again. The rough stones were replaced with carefully polished stone **** this time.

The engineer captain corresponding to each trebuchet unbuttoned his portable leather bag and poured the clear liquid inside on the stone ball, suddenly a strong aroma of wine drifted everywhere.

"Let the Stuart see and see us!" The one who commanded the trebuchet was a brawny one-eyed dragon named Pekka. His eye was lost in the fight against Stuart, so he became more fierce at the moment.

Nine court mages dressed in purple robes and fifteen red robes accompanied by the army mages together form the magical power of the expeditionary legion.

Among them, the twelve fire wizards had already started holding spells before the catapult was launched. If you listen carefully, it is not difficult to find that the twelve wizards with different levels, habits, and speed of speech, but at this time maintain the same language. Su, chanting the same mantra, obviously the result of deliberate creation.

There are also twelve well-trained apprentices of magic around them, each holding a golden plate in his hand, carrying a huge and transparent magic crystal on it. Twelve apprentices are parading back and forth according to certain rules and routes. As a result, the magic crystal on the golden plate also brightened and dimmed with the change of position.

There is power in language, whether spoken or written.

When a spell composed of dragon language, ancient elven language and even individual titan syllables is played in twelve accents, a subtle resonance is formed. Under the deliberate cooperation and contact of the mages, this resonance has been further strengthened. The curse is getting louder and louder, and the mysterious tone seems to be whispering by the devil.

When dozens of stone **** weighing thousands of pounds soared into the sky, the spells of the wizards happened to come to an abrupt end.

At that moment, Richard's eyes almost flickered on the spot-a raging fire suddenly ignited on the stone ball in mid-air, bursting with orange-red blazing light, as dazzling as small suns, and the surrounding air was also distorted!

It is completely conceivable that these stone **** blessed by magic can have a terrifying effect once they hit the city wall.

The mage stationed in Winter City is not a dead person, with colorful interception spells. Water arrows, wind blades, fireballs, spread out like money, and hit the stone **** hard!

The technique used by Pompeii mages is called resonant casting, which distributes the unbearable burden of a single person through careful arrangement and shortens the casting time. Although this technique is extremely high-end, it represents extremely high magical attainments, but the sequelae caused by multi-person cooperation are still unavoidable.

Elements with different spiritual stigmas clash and repel each other, and the resulting spell body is extremely unstable.

After the "Little Sun" collided with various spells, the influx of alien elements from the outside caused the fire elements that were barely restrained together to explode instantly!

Along with the raging fire waves, dozens of stone **** exploded into pieces in mid-air-that scene seemed to be the end of the world.

Air waves and violent winds generally blow up snow on the ground, and before it reaches the ground, it has been melted and even evaporated by the heat. Even at such a distance, Richard felt a few traces of water on his face.

Before he could react~lightnovelpub.net~ the vibrations under his feet have been transmitted. He lowered his head and saw the stones on the ground tumbling and jumping with it.

For the city wall, avoiding direct impact is a good thing. But for the defenders on the city wall, it might not make any difference at all, or even more cruel.

Not only is the kinetic energy of the stone shot everywhere astonishing as that of a crossbow, but even more terrifying is that the temperature is terribly high. Countless rocks swept from high in the sky. For the guards on the wall, it was nothing like a catastrophe!

"My God!" The lord shook his head while smacking his lips.

He saw with his own eyes that a silver-armored halberd soldier was hit by a fist-sized stone. He jumped up like a seizure. Before he had time to do any other actions, he convulsed a few times and then quickly fell to the ground without a breath.

The stone smashed a pit in the front of his breastplate, firmly embedded in the bottom of the pit. As time passed, the heat it carried began to diffuse, and the iron around it became red and brightened, and then softened and flowed like clay, falling on the flesh to scorch a burst of green smoke.

Richard could almost smell a suffocating stench lingering on the tip of his nose.