The remnants of the Tyre on the city's head continued to strike at the lower Stangong Jiazhou with the advantage of height. The stones and arrows were mixed and smashed down, which caused considerable trouble to the Samor Army who was occupying the street below. The fat man ordered the two infantry flag regiments to clean up the wall of the remnants and occupy the high city walls.

Under the cover of the heavy Thunder God, the two Northern Army Banner Corps received the order to slowly approach the city crossing with the floor car, and the baffle of the car squeaked on the city wall. The ten-meter baffle that was put down set up a passage between the city crossing and the floor car

"Slap" countless spears like tentacles sticking out of the car, "Kill!" Samor heavy armoured spearmen swarmed with their shields, several large stones fell down and smashed the first Samoran siege soldiers The bottom gate,

But this did not hinder the enthusiasm of the Samorese assault. More than ten black crowds poured out from the entrance of the building like a torrential flood.

"Kill! Get rid of these Samos!" The Tyre army, who was waiting for it, shouted, "persuading" to stand up a dense row of gun walls on the city walls. Raining down on Samor's heavy infantry shield

The spears rolled against each other, like the sharp teeth of two giant beasts biting each other, blood spattered from the gap between the shield and the spear. Although the Tier army is not as good as the Samor soldiers in combat effectiveness, it is relying on a large number of people and holding the narrow gate in front of the baffle.

The Tyre knew that if they could not block the brave and warlike Samorian army at the entrance of the city block, the Samorians who rushed to the wall would kill them or drive them down the city wall. This kind of close-strike battle has no captives and kills red-eyed soldiers. Will subconsciously kill all people in different costumes, because you have no chance to identify carefully, too close. The shield is against the shield, and the human eye looks at the human eye. Everyone is crazy forward, like two giant beasts

"Hurry up! Hurry! Smash the Samors!" the Tier captains shouted. Beside them were hundreds of stone-throwers pulling the winch crazy by the Tier army, and countless roars across the air . The stone hit the building like a raindrop,

"Slap!" The baffle of the tram was like a boat in a storm. The baffle of the two trams was broken on the spot. The Samor soldiers of the near squad fell from the sky like raindrops. The Tyres on board also killed a lot. This is completely a tactic of killing on both sides. The Tier at the battlement still fought in the face of the stone bomb, showing a strong tenacity

"Shoot! Give these cubs some colors!" A burst of dense arrows shot from the mouth of the car. Suddenly, a piece of Samor's heavy infantry killed him, and he reasonably pulled the heavy crossbow vehicle onto the stairs. This has become the habit of the Samoan army to attack the city. Since the crossbow vehicle performed prominently on the wall in the battle of the Thirteenth Fort in the north, the crossbow vehicle has become the first weapon of siege.

"Kill! Rush! Rush!" The morale of the Samor's army was soaring, and the soldiers with long contradictions rushed towards the battlements with a grimaced face. The crossbow car behind him caused a lot of damage to the Tyr garrison at the head of the city, but there were still people rushing up to block the gap, and the battlement became a battlefield for the two sides to strangle, just like a monster that constantly devoured flesh and blood. Fell down and washed away by the cold moat

This was also the time when Samor's army saw a stubborn charge in front of a heavy crossbow. This can no longer be called tenacious. This is madness. The madness before extinction. The Samor crossbowman formed a shooting line beside the heavy crossbow, and the Tyres fell one by one.

"Damn! These Tyres are crazy." A Samor squadron leader pulled out a spear from a defender and brought out a spurting blood rain. He glanced around with red eyes, and the corpses were piled together, almost half a meter high. The Tyres were driven together, leaving only more than a hundred people still resisting desperately, a dozen crossbow vehicles had been pushed up, and the dense crossbow arrows shot the last resistance to the ground

The top of the entire castle is corpses, at least five or six thousand. There is no place for the feet. The thick red blood stained the battlements and raised the feet to pull out the bleeding. The air was filled with a disgusting pungent **** smell. Many of the bodies were clearly seen as some old people and children. Such a tragic scene made him a veteran feel palpitations

The heavy Thor in the high hills outside the city continued to bombard until the afternoon. A thick black smoke rose in the city. The houses mixed with stones and mud collapsed in the bursting flames. The earth trembles in the sound of rumbling artillery, but Tyre People still firmly occupy most of the streets in the city,

In the hallway, Isalitai led the Longbow Brigade to make several assaults. The long-range attacking longbowman suppressed the shooter on the roof of the Tyre. But it can’t suppress the trebuchet with a longer range. Every time when the Longbow Brigade assaults, the trebuchets on the opposite street drop like raindrops, which makes the Samor’s crossbowmen and longbowmen at a loss. The first time I met such a difficult opponent,

Faced with the postures of the Tyres posing with both the city and the city dead, the Samoor army that broke into the city in the afternoon took the cost of more than one hundred lives before occupying this short street and marching forward. With blood stains. This humble became known to the temporary headquarters of the Samor Army...

"Incompetent!" The fat man's face was blue, all the heads of the flags stood pale opposite, the huge city map spread out on four tables together, the fat man's angry eyes swept their faces "You are glory Undefeated Samorian soldiers. But look at what battle you are fighting! Thousands of people were killed and injured in the morning, the third flag regiment. The eighth flag regiment was beaten. This is the Samor soldier? This is a bunch of fools No! Just a bunch of stupid people are better than you"

Faced with the anger of the fat men, the heads of the flag leaders bowed their heads in shame. This should not blame them. The Tirians not only made Tilburg a solid copper wall, but also were very well prepared. All the streets were arranged as death traps. It's hard to get out completely when you walk in. The Tyre Army plus the original residents of Tyre City. The number of people is almost double that of the Somali army. The trebuchets on each street greatly reduced the strong crossbow assault ability of the Somali army. The accumulated stones almost blocked the road, and the reloading of siege infantry could not double the trebuchet and arrowheads. Climb the rocks under the fire.

"Da Da! The subordinates thought we should change this strong attack tactic!" A banner leader looked at the fat man with a hesitant look, his expression stubborn. "The enemy is very well prepared and there are hundreds of defenses in the city. If the streets are tight, if we continue to consume them, we will not be able to occupy the city in three days.

"Say!" The fat man's face was blue, and half a day of fierce fighting and the heavy casualties of the soldiers aroused the fat man's anger. "This is what time, it is still hiding like this! As long as you can capture Tilburg, I don't care what you use Method!"

"The subordinates suggested putting Thor on the city wall!" The flag leader took a deep breath and summoned the courage to respond with a loud voice. There was no more chewing in the back, but it was enough to explain the intention, and the entire headquarters fell into a silence. Yes, put Thor on the city wall so that most of the entire area of ​​Tilburg can be covered by artillery fire. But this is not much different from ordering the city

The fat man's face was gloomy, and the **** and fierce order of Tucheng still tested the tolerance of the fat man. The fat man stood with his hands on his back and stood in front of the window, in front of the smoke-filled city of Tyre. Outside the room was a cry of fighting. The sky was faint. The fierce battle was fought from early morning to night. The streets of Ayr city fought **** battles, and every minute he hesitated, there were heroic Samorian soldiers dying

"Kill, or not?" The fat man clenched his fingers. This is a difficult choice of two. Killing will cause blood to flow into the river. Thor's volley will inevitably cause flesh and blood to fly, and a large number of civilians will be killed and injured. The entire Tilburg will be turned into fly ash and will not be killed. After filling in tens of thousands of people, it is possible to advance to the main hall of Tilburg, where there is also a rejuvenated Tilburg Guard. In this way, the Samor army defeated and defeated. This will definitely be the most humiliating and humiliating battle of the Samoan army.

"Bring me the heavy captive cannon to the city wall. Blow me the main fort Tyr to pieces." The fat man turned around and punched on the map on the table with a decisive command. The whole Tilburg was wide and wide. The main hall of Tilburg was about 1,300 meters away from the city wall, just in the heavy Thor’s Within the scope of the bombardment, the collapse of the main Fort Tyre was like breaking the spiritual backbone of the Tyre~lightnovelpub.net~The fat man remembered the tactics of the US military attacking Iraq. The Tilburg hall must have gathered the commanders of the Till family. If you are out of luck, you may be able to blow up the leader of the Tir family, Tirnarant.

At night, the Samoor army temporarily stopped the attack. A day of fierce battles required both sides to rest. The streets were filled with rocks. The figure of the catapult loomed in the smoke in the distance. The shooter on the roof became the killing of this dark night world. dominate. Samor's crossbowmen and Tyre shooters fought on the roof without a hustle and bustle. The whizzing sound of the arrow scraped the night sky, reminding the infantry resting below that the war is still going on, and from time to time you can hear the muffled sound from the roof, and then the body rolls down the edge of the house

The eastern wall is clear, and the heavy Thor, which weighs a thousand pounds, is **** by a dozen thick ropes. Under the action of carrying a rod and pulley, a dozen heavy soldiers slowly pull up the towering city wall. In the middle of the night, the fat man took a dozen The famous guard walked up to the torn wall, and the corpses were stacked everywhere. There were Samor's army, and more of them were Tyres. In the distance, the lights of the main castle hall of Tyre could be seen vaguely.

"Adult! When we cleaned the body, we caught a live mouth! I think he can explain a lot. What the generals don't know." A Captain Samor came over, although he didn't recognize who the fat man was, but the glorious sword at the waist of Samor's guard told him that this was a big man, not all soldiers knew the fat man, especially in the north where the net had just rested in the middle The army joined many newcomers.