The second attack and defense of eboden began with the panic footstep and shouting, the hasty horn and alarm bell, and the explosion and roar in the trembling sky.
This time, the Azores fleet almost poured out; After several attempts to destroy the coastal chain with collision angles and various ways, 20 warships set up launchers at the same time again, and the golden and red "meteors" Rose side by side, dropping a shower of death on the wall of eboden city.
But this time the target was not the city wall, nor the circular Fortress - but a defensive position built with temporary fortifications in front of the circular fortress.
In the words of a mercenary leader, these long ears are no longer stupid. They know they have to explore the way before they die.
Without the shelter of the ice barrier, the beachhead of the whole eboden coast was ravaged by the projection weapons of the elf fleet - not only the launchers with magical power, but also a large number of heavy crossbows used in field operations and sieges, iron headed crossbows and arrows tied to burning oil tanks... Pouring out the anger left by the last defeat of the elves.
Under the baptism of this storm, the whole beach has become a hell where living people can''t survive - the leaping tongue of fire dances with the flames of explosion, the collapsed gravel and splashed sand set off each other, the heat wave and thick smoke swept every corner, and even the city wall was completely covered.
Walls, trenches, passages, traps, horses... Everything was destroyed by the rain of death and turned into rubble and pits like sand and dust; The remaining ruins were also submerged under the sand, leaving nothing but a more rugged and complex battlefield.
Under the walls of eboden, there was only white land.
However, there were no casualties on one side of the eboden Garrison - in fact, last night, all the urban garrison stationed in the position had withdrawn into the fortress, leaving nothing to the elves except a pile of garbage and fortifications, and even the fire oil in the trench dried up.
After a sweep, the raging fire continued from early morning to noon; Until the fire abated slightly, the elf fleet sounded the horn of attack again, and the swarm of small boats poured out from among the warships and rushed through the chain to the port of eboden.
This time, nothing can stop them from rushing to the fortress and wall!
This time, the army of Azores was even stronger and crazier than last time.
Only the visible landing forces have more than 40000 troops, lined up along the coastline and heading for eboden city - this time they will not attack the ring fortress or a fortress stronghold, but will attack in an all-round way.
It''s like thunder!
Under the high noon sun, under the projection from the direction of the city wall and fortress, Elven warriors in small boats landed on the coast, jumped into the cold sea, stepped on the muddy battlefield, and advanced towards the city wall with Azor long knife on their backs.
Because it is a port landing operation, even a well disciplined army can only advance in scattered arrays - conversely, forming a square array under the enemy''s wall can only be a live target.
But because of this, the enemy''s military potential looks much stronger than it should be!
The pale mercenaries and the nervous urban defense army, led by the Byrne Knight holding the Golden Lion Flag on a black background, squatted behind the wall pier and blocked the crenel with shields.
In order to prevent the unreliable mercenaries and the city defense army with obvious empty morale from collapsing in the first round of the enemy''s charge, Loren can only divide the two thousand Bain Knights he brought into countless teams and place them on each fortress and important wall node.
On the one hand, we can rely on the knights to inspire the fighting spirit of the soldiers and let them see the banner of Duke Byrne anytime and anywhere; On the one hand, they are also the supervision team to ensure that even if the garrison fails, it must be an organized defeat.
Looking at the Byrne Knights standing proudly with battle flags beside him, the silver blood clenched his teeth - he was very sure that once he was no longer "reliable", these truly "reliable" knights would cut themselves down and take control of the mercenary Corps for his Duke.
"Silver blood, prepare to meet the enemy!"
Even knowing that the Duke doesn''t trust his mercenaries at all, the silver blood still pulls out his sword and gives orders to his subordinates... If the enemy rushes in front of him, it''s not a matter of trust, but whether he can live or not.
Although the mercenaries hiding behind the shield wall looked pale, they still took out their portable weapons - throwing guns, machetes, hatchets, chain hammers, Bain Knight swords bought at a high price, and even Azor long knives... The system was not guaranteed, but it was absolutely practical.
Only the stupidest mercenaries will think that "fighting against the water" is a wise move; In most cases, they will only expose their backs to the enemy and face the anger of friendly forces. They will be killed by both sides first!
"Stone cannon, put --!"
It was another command. There was a sound of uneven wheels turning on the wall. All the crossbows fired stone ammunition and fire tanks at the same time, and poured down at the elves on the beach.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
In the deafening sound, golden red sparks bloomed on the beach. Before many landing boats could reach the shore, they were lit or smashed into pieces, leaving a pool of blood red on the sea.
With the troops of the rear line landing gradually, the whole port and coast of eboden have been covered with Azores'' troops, just like the rising tide of the sea.
Two hundred paces later, all the catapults and projection weapons on the wall began to tilt their fire, and the direct fire at close range almost swept the vanguard army of the Azores; Broken limbs and meat flying;
Fifty steps later, the crossbow and archers came to the shield wall, gathered on the tower, and swept the advancing Azores with neat rockets and random cold arrows; Their exquisite martial arts and flexible posture made them avoid many arrowheads, but there were still lots of elves falling on the road of charging.
The Azores elves warriors, who were swept up like a storm, not only did not show a decline, but were aroused infinite fighting spirit. Even regardless of the company, they rushed to the wall.
The last landing war has made them understand that the fiercer the fire of eboden''s garrison and the stronger the resistance, the more it shows that one of these enemies is a coward and vulnerable coward. If they rush up the wall, they will win!
Now, in their eyes, eboden city has become a frightened cat, with teeth and claws, desperately showing the appearance of "I''m fierce"; In fact, he was scared to hide in the corner and didn''t even dare to move.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the first siege ladder broke the shield wall and got stuck between the wall piers of the city wall.
"Shield wall, push it down!" roared Byrne Knight holding high the battle flag, waving his sword to stop several crossbow men who obviously wanted to escape.
The pale mercenaries lined up again to block the gap; Others picked up a fire oil tank and wanted to light the ladder.
But it was late... Almost at the same time, the sword biting Azores had climbed up the wall, jumped up from the wall like a strong wind and fell into the center of the dense square.
At the moment of wielding the long knife, the elf warrior who rushed into the array with the knife was penetrated by more than a dozen long guns, but there were also large gaps on the city wall.
"For his highness Rodriguez, kill him!"
Blood gushed, and the roaring Elf Warrior fell to the ground.
"Kill --!!!"
Through the open gap, the Elven warriors in the back row rushed up the wall and fought with the flustered mercenaries.
Not only one place, from the circular fortress to the wall near the inner line, almost all defensive strongholds fell into a state of war; Like a grand drama, it played a climax.
The Azores almost took out the momentum of "seizing the city in World War I" to launch an all-round attack, and spared no effort to squander their huge and unmatched army; The "barely enough" garrison on the wall immediately fell into a tight situation!
Relying on the city walls and various defensive fortifications, eboden''s garrison can barely maintain the "local number advantage" as the final support; The warship was blocked by chains and could not put large siege weapons into battle at all; On the premise of only ladder and hook and cable, the number of troops that can be put into battle at one time is very limited.
Fortunately, however, the panic stricken eboden garrison was not immediately defeated by the elves who rushed to the wall, and could fight with the enemy.
As for how long this state can last, only God knows.
Roaring and wailing, caught in the roar of the arrow and the impact of the sharp blade, in the face of the attack momentum of the Azores again and again regardless of life and death, the eboden garrison on the city wall can only barely maintain the front, not to collapse, and can no longer push the enemy down.
Up and down the city wall, as the Elven army gradually attacked the city wall, the effect of the defenders'' projection weapons was gradually reduced - constantly, Elven Warriors used hooks and ropes, and even climbed up the tower with their bare hands to raid the defenders'' projection weapon positions.
Although almost all the troops using catapults and catapults are auxiliary soldiers in eboden; However, the fighting spirit of sticking to the homeland can not make up for the gap between the strength of both sides; Often before reinforcements arrived, the auxiliary soldiers at the top of the tower had been slaughtered, leaving only corpses everywhere.
Of course, more often than not, before the Elven warriors climbed up, they had been detected by the defenders; Either it was shot into a sieve on the wall, or it was picked off the hook and cable, and completed a free fall from a height of more than ten meters.
Both the offensive and defensive sides have been stretched to the limit; At this time, if either side adds another weight to the balance of war, the situation will immediately overturn and fall towards the favorable side.
But neither side seems to be aware of this; We are still continuing to perform the "drama" in front of us - if we say that the garrison is pressed by wizards and Byrne knights, there is not even a "four court" warrior in the camp of the elves army.
"Boom --!!"
The dull roar came from a distance, like thunder in the sky;
The silver blood who commanded the mercenaries subconsciously raised his head, put down his sword in amazement, and turned his eyes to the direction of the voice.
What surprised him was not the explosion, but the location - the sound came from the castle on the other side of the gem river.
Finally... Is it going to start?
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"... finally hooked."
Looking at the smoke from the castle, the black haired wizard breathed a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
When he saw the enemy attacking all the way, he was really worried that the Azores were going to seize the city by means of strong attack - although he could hold it, the casualties would be unbearable.
In particular, there are a large number of "four court" warriors on the enemy side - these people may not play a great role on a flat battlefield, but almost no army can stop them in the narrow environment of the Siege!
Fortunately, I won the bet... The frontal battlefield is just a feint. The enemy is also unwilling to sacrifice too many troops in the siege. He plans to seize the ancient castle first, lift the blockade of the coast, and then press the border with a large army to seize the city in one fell swoop.
It is conceivable that the enemy''s troops fighting in the ancient castle are absolutely elite. I''m afraid the "Four Courts" warriors will go out in droves, and even don''t hesitate to use long-range firepower to completely destroy the ancient castle.
Fighting, we are moving forward steadily according to our arranged route and plot.
At least for now
"Lucian."
The black haired wizard looked back slowly and looked at the gray pupil behind him: "are you ready?"
"Of course!" Lucian raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a pair of fierce eyes under the tip of his dark blue hair: "136 demon hunters under the wing of the sky, waiting for your order, can fight at any time!"
Loren raised his eyes and looked behind Lucian. There were 136 pairs of eyes that were the same as him.
These demon hunters are the elite brought by Loren from the red blood castle. Many of them are veterans who have experienced the battle of centaurs. The most experienced even have the experience of hunting ogres and ice werewolves alone.
According to the evaluation of mentor Dalton kand, compared with close combat alone, the demon hunter is still a little inferior to the "four court" Warriors - this is not compensated by training, but determined by talent.
The slender and flexible body of elves is destined that they can do more actions that human beings cannot do, and they are faster, more flexible and more endurance.
Loren also felt this personally - even himself could only learn a little about the fighting skills of the Ancient Wood Forest Elves and dancers; The gap will be more obvious if the Azores with a significantly higher level of civilization are replaced.
It will be the first battle between them and the enemy. Heavy casualties are almost doomed.
One hundred and thirty-six people, half of whom can leave eboden alive, are thankful enough.
But there''s no way... If they don''t, they''ll be replaced by eboden''s defenders and mercenaries. I''m afraid they''ll collapse as soon as they contact.
In war, it is impossible for everything to go well; The black haired wizard slowly turned back and stared at the ancient castle with fire in the distance:
"Let''s go!"