Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Chapter 191 City of Bricks and Blood

The defenders of Astapor looked helplessly at the six trebuchets, completely unable to stop their movements.

None of the weapons in the city could shoot that far, and even if they could, they wouldn't have any lethality.

They also did not have cavalry that could launch a surprise attack and destroy the trebuchets. Even if they did, the disorganized soldiers were unwilling to go out of the city to meet the enemy.

The scene of Cleon the Butcher insisting on forcing the Unsullied to fight, and then abandoning them in the end, is vividly remembered by all the soldiers and engraved in their hearts.

People can only listen to their heartbeats like war drums, tense and reddened faces, quietly waiting for the unpredictable fate.

Soon, under the shouts of the enemy and the operation of ropes and pulleys, the blazing ammunition was thrown high into the sky.

These ammunition crossed the city wall and fell into the city like a world-destroying meteorite descending from the divine realm.

In the chaos, the defenders had just figured out the damage of these ammunition, when a second wave of more accurate bullets rained down.

After several rounds of projections, the city was plunged into a sea of ​​fire, and all excess manpower was mobilized to extinguish the flames emerging everywhere.

Facing this hell on earth, threatening flaming stone bullets continue to fall, showing no mercy or mercy.

Deadly burning flames filled the city, and every person who was smashed or burned to death screamed and screamed, making it more and more unbearable for those who were still barely alive.

They stood stiffly, letting their weapons slip from their weak hands. The thoughts in their minds were completely covered by fear, and they no longer wanted to resist. All that was left was hiding, fleeing and death.

By the end, even the most determined of warriors will fall to the ground as the flames streak overhead.

And in this atmosphere of collapse and despair, another less dangerous, but more terrifying rain of bullets fell into the city.

These things fell on the streets of the city, but they did not burn.

When people figured out what it was, they couldn't help but howl or cry.

The ammunition that the enemy fired into the city this time was the heads of the soldiers who died outside the city.

It was covered with horrific wounds, some were damaged beyond recognition, and some were still barely recognizable.

Judging from the expressions on the heads of these people, everyone suffered great pain before death.

That kind of pain is not only caused by death, but also the despair after being betrayed without mercy.

And now, they have been deprived of their last vestige of dignity.

People cursed the enemy outside the city in vain, but the other party was not afraid of the curse and could not hear the words.

Finally, they turned their hateful eyes toward the city.

During this burning day, Cleon the Butcher hid in the red brick pyramid, struggling in despair and fear.

He sat there doing nothing, seemingly giving up on his defense plan.

Some people said he was dead, and soon the news spread throughout the city.

The morale of the Astapor garrison fell to a new low, and not many people dared to stand up and prepare to resist Yunkai's army.

The Green Saint of the Holy Grace Temple led many people outside the pyramid and asked to see the king, but was stopped by the only remaining Unsullied Ones.

"No, I won't go out!" Cleon's trembling roar came from the pyramid: "I must stay here, and I will only stay here."

The king was frightened. He felt that everyone wanted to kill him, not only the enemies outside the city, but also those inside the city.

Because just today, he forced his soldiers to go out of the city to fight and was almost killed.

Some people want to seize his throne, and some want to overthrow his rule.

Hearing the roar of the king was more intolerable to the people than being angry at them.

There seemed to be something tight in their hearts that was broken, and it was Cleon who brought them into a situation of no return.

"Come in and catch Cleon!"

"Seize the butcher and hang him!"

The angry people shouted wildly and surged forward like waves.

This time, for some unknown reason, perhaps because the king did not have time to give the order, the Unsullied did not set up their spears and shields to stop them.

In this desperate courage, the people rushed into the pyramid and captured Cleon.

They dragged him, beat and bit him wildly, but did not kill him.

Because the Green Maiden of Astapor stood up and declared to the people that the gods Gith had revealed a vision to her, the desperate people of Astapor believed her.

The people put on the king's shining armor, tied up their horses, and sent him off to charge against the Yunkai coalition.

Then, a warrior with a scarred face took over the defense of Astapor.

He stood on the city wall without fear and inspected every section of the city wall from south to north.

As soon as he appeared, people's morale was boosted and the terrible memory was driven out of their minds.

He and the warriors around him were no strangers to those who had participated in the Astapor slave uprising. People who saw them would shout their names loudly:

"Haines!"

"..."

When facing people who don’t know them, people will explain in a low voice:

"Haines is the bravest warrior. The gods Gith raised the undead of the Worm River."

Finally, someone will talk about the oracle obtained by the Green Saint of the Holy Grace Temple, and maybe they can really persist one more time.

However, the next day, people were once again shrouded in fear, and their blood also cooled down. Astapor, which was made of bricks and blood, was about to turn into ashes.

In this way, they spent another dark and terrifying day and entered a desperate night.

The attack never stopped for a moment. Many parts of the city had been engulfed in flames, and the city walls were covered with dense cracks. The defenders would soon be faced with a situation where they could not defend themselves.

Not far from the battlefield, more timber arrived across the Worm River throughout the day, and the Yunkai'i built more siege towers.

The attack was finally launched on the night of the third day. After confirming that the morale in the city had completely collapsed, the Yunkai Grand Marshal ordered the entire army to launch an attack.

The vanguard pushed the huge siege tower and began to slowly cross the darkness and rush towards the city wall.

The deafening shouts and the clashing of gold and iron all rang out, and the huge siege tower kept approaching under the cover of bows and arrows.

Thousands of enemies swarmed forward, and Astapor's defenders were exhausted and unable to resist.

Arrows filled every inch of the battlefield, everywhere was surrounded by raging fire, and corpses piled up like mountains.

Haynes ran desperately, leading the most elite warriors to attack every weak spot in the defense.

But the sound of fighting became louder and louder, the fire became more intense, and there were more and more enemies. Some defenders began to drop their weapons, loosen their bowstrings, turn around and run away, and everything fell into despair again.

The people of Astapor rushed into the pyramid again, and the Green Saint let them in without letting anyone stop them.

People focused their attention on the Green Saint, looking at her in silence and looking at the poison in her hands.

Everything was silent, as if you could clearly hear the sound of candles about to burn out, and everyone was waiting for the last moment.