"Speed ​​up! Run over!"

"No retreat! No retreat without authorization! Violators are put to death on the spot!"

Arrows passed by from time to time, so that the running slaves were shocked with goose bumps on their bodies. They looked at the figure shooting the arrow with the bow on the front wall, and looked sideways at the neatly lined up behind them. Winster lined up the infantry, swallowed, and chose to bite the bullet and continue to run forward.

Whoosh whoosh—

Another round of arrows fell, and a slave running near Shay accidentally hit an arrow and fell to the ground. The deadly arrow shot in from his open mouth and out of the back of his head, splashing out the sticky brains of stars. , The wooden board he was holding after the arrow fell to the ground, and the slave who was holding the second half of it was suddenly confiscated and fell over. Before he could get up, an arrow took his life. Blood stained wooden boards.

After they fell, a new slave soon ran over and dragged the body away, lifting the blood-stained wooden board and moving on. The defenders on the city wall knew the purpose of these cannon fodder very well. They fired wildly, trying to keep the slaves who followed the army away from the moat, but the threats behind the slaves made them afraid to retreat. Advance is death and retreat, it is better to go desperately. Go forward, in order to get a glimmer of life.

However…

"shooting!"

Whoosh whoosh—

Puff puff-

After rushing to a distance of only a few meters from the moat, the defending archers shot together. The accuracy of shooting at close range can be said to be greatly improved. The cannon fodder of the slaves running in the front fell to the ground with arrows. Luckily, they were shot. Death on the spot, more of them fell in a pool of blood and groaned and wailed, frightening the slaves who followed.

"Javelin throw!"

In addition to bows and arrows, the more powerful javelin is also the nemesis of the slaves. Even the simple javelin produced by temporary work can easily penetrate through the body of the slave and nail it to the soil under him. As she was advancing, Shay saw a slave headshot directly by a javelin, and his brain burst all over the floor. He saw that he vomited out on the spot, but when he vomited, he didn't dare to stop under his feet, so he could only vomit and run. Most of the vomit falls on him.

This was almost a massacre, a massacre of slaves. Any slave who dared to approach the moat would be shot without hesitation. Just a few minutes later, a large number of corpses fell on the ground near the moat. The suffering of the wounded Wailing resounded over the battlefield.

Finally, the slaves were disintegrated, and the one-sided slaughter completely lost the courage to move on. The blood and the wailing of the wounded all shook their psychological defenses. I don’t know who took the lead, and soon there will be more and more. Many people followed by throwing down the planks, turning around and running back. They just slumped their heads and fled, but didn't notice the muskets that the line infantry slowly raised.

"Raise the gun and aim!"

Looking at the slaves who had escaped, the line infantry officer showed a look of disgust. He held the saber in his hand and issued orders at the same time. His eyes were cold, as if looking at a group of moving dead people.

"shooting!"

As the first slave to run into the range of the musket, more and more people rushed in. Then, the first line of infantry exploded in front of a series of sparks, and raised the pungent gun smoke, running ahead The slaves of volley flew out of their thin bodies as if they had been hit by an invisible heavy fist, and then fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood, struggling for a while, and then there was no movement.

The sudden gunfire stopped the running slaves abruptly. They looked at the gunpowder that had not yet dissipated, and the first row of soldiers squatting down slowly in the gunpowder, and looked at those who fell in a pool of blood and died in agony. Slaves, hesitated whether to continue to escape, but the line infantry did not give them a chance to think about it. Following the command of the officer, the second row of soldiers pulled the trigger. After the series of bean-blasting guns, they were still within range. The slaves were shot and fell.

Then, one of the officers walked out with a cold face, looked at the scared slaves, and shouted: "Either go back or die!"

As if responding to his words, the third row of soldiers behind him raised their muskets and pointed them at the surviving slaves. The dazzling bayonet reflected a dazzling spot under the sunlight, making the slaves unable to open their eyes.

Without thinking for long, the remaining slaves decisively turned their heads and ran to the direction of the city wall again. Compared with the defenders, the Winsters were obviously more fierce. The arrows and javelins shot by the defenders could be avoided if they were lucky. , But the unremarkable projectile fired by the Winsters can't escape no matter how hard they are.

So, under the deterrence of the muskets, the slaves followed suit and used their flesh and blood to build dozens of boardwalks on the moat. After the boardwalks were laid, the artillery on the artillery position finally roared. , Countless black artillery shells roared towards the wall covered by the creeper, crossing a distance of 100 meters in just a few seconds, and hit the green wall heavily. The next second, the entire city wall shook violently, and the soldiers on it were caught off guard. , Fell directly on the cold ground, or fell directly out of the city wall, screaming and falling to the ground several meters high.

Under the fierce shelling, the creepers attached to the surface of the city wall were shaken by the shock wave and drifted in the wind, or they were directly broken by the shells and thrown away. Several rounds of shelling made some of the slightly damaged city walls nearly collapsed. The fragments of the bombed city walls were flying everywhere, most of them fell into the moat, smashing out a bunch of fishy sprays.

Whoosh—

A round of shells crossed the city wall and smashed into the city. It happened to hit a temple and smashed the statue of the gods in the temple. Immediately afterwards, the temple collapsed amid the screams of the surrounding civilians and priests. Some priests who had not had time to escape were buried alive under the ruins, and died with the idols they worshipped all the year round.

"Run!"

The harsh screams in the city continued one after another, a large number of shells roared into the city, blasting one building after another, and the escaped civilians rushed desperately on the not-so-wide streets. The screaming screams almost stabbed. Wear human eardrums. Civilians fleeing in panic, collapsed buildings, shells falling from the sky, all this is like the end of the world.

boom! !

The roof of a three-story building was pierced by artillery shells, and a large amount of rubble fell from the sky, smashing into the fleeing crowd, and smashing some of the people who could not dodge into a pool of fleshy mud. Seeing all this, the people whose psychological defense line collapsed simply stopped fleeing for their lives. , Cried and knelt to the ground, knocking his head on the cold ground, praying to the gods they believed in, hoping that the gods would be able to endure them in fire and water.

However, how could the gods contaminate the blood in the world? They would only cover all this with clouds silently, pretending that nothing happened—they were still gods above the sky. As for how many people died in the world, it had nothing to do with them.