Ride and Cut

"Fucked!" Li Cha put down the binoculars and spat on the ground. He saw the counterattack of the Stuart defenders, and the density and speed could only be interpreted as the opponent's preparations.

Pompeii's wall-climbing soldiers hold battle axes and shields, which are very suitable for melee equipment on the wall. If someone survives after the stone ball bursts, the ax will make up for it-although this situation is almost impossible.

They followed the ladder and the columbine, and climbed up the wall nimbly. To be honest, even if the previous spell preparation was extremely powerful, it went so smoothly beyond everyone's imagination, and everyone thought it was a fluke in their hearts.

Their heads passed the height of the battlements, and for the first time what lay behind the walls was revealed to outsiders. Before the smile on his face disappeared, his pupils shrank into needlepoints.

"Clang." Someone dropped an axe, but not even the harshest officer could blame him.

In front of them are archery towers rising from the ground, carefully built of large blocks of granite, completely unlike what the empty cavalry said, "There are no threatening houses behind the walls."

The height is about two blades shorter than the city wall, and there are densely packed archers and a large number of bed crossbows. Countless longbows are ready to be fired at any time.

The corners of the mouths of Stuart's archers were slightly curved, which was the cruel smile that Death would show when he harvested life.

"Shhhhhh."

All the Pompeian infantry could do was raise their shields.

The dense rain of arrows gathered into a dark cloud, like a burst of man-eating wasps passing by, devouring an unknown number of lives.

If a shield is quite effective against a longbow, it is too weak in front of a bed crossbow.

The monstrous wave of blood rose into the sky in an instant, and the Pompeii soldiers on the top of the city were like leeks facing a sickle, and they were all cut down!

Those who are eligible to participate in the first wave of attack are the leading troops of each legion, and they were supposed to accept the honor of breaking the city. In the face of unexpected setbacks, they performed bravely, worthy of the name of the elite.

The plasma flowed down the ladder and the columbine like a stream, carrying a temperature that hadn't had time to dissipate. The logs that had been soaked with liquid suddenly became slippery, but the follow-up troops not only did not retreat, but immediately rushed to the top of the city at a faster speed.

For a while, almost no one spoke, only military boots stepping on the wooden boards could be heard in their ears, and the loud and dense bang bang sounded together, and the atmosphere was heavy enough to stagnate the air.

"Quick, quick!" Only the officers were urging, they knew that they were tricked by Stuart, but since they had already attacked the wall, it was impossible not to fight. After all, one's own side has a huge advantage in numbers, and even if it is a hard fight, the consumption is better than that of the opponent.

The bravery of the Pompeii soldiers is commendable. Even in the extremely disadvantaged situation, they still launched a violent attack on the opponent with high morale, even if they stepped on the corpse of the robe, they did not show any fear.

They beat the shield with their battle axes, gradually converging into a neat rhythm. Driven by this rhythm, the Pompeian infantry and the silver armored halberds collided with each other with roars, and the cruelest and bloodiest hand-to-hand combat began.

Both sides have the same strong will to fight, and the level of martial arts is equally superb. Physically, the Pompeii were obviously stronger. If it was a fair fight, at least they wouldn't suffer.

But the battlefield never pays attention to fairness, here we only look at the results. The support behind the Stuart infantry was really strong-faced with the raindrops of arrows and spells, the Pompeii soldiers had suffered heavy losses before they had time to enter hand-to-hand combat.

They often just fend off the Stuart halberds, and before they have time to fight back, they are killed by a cold arrow flying from nowhere.

The longbow can fully exert its power at this distance, even iron armor is hard to stop, and it can often shoot people directly!

Not to mention the bed crossbow set up on the archery tower, this kind of heavy ordnance is amazingly powerful in defending the city. Every time the tendons and strings "Xian Bu" sounded, the spear-like arrows turned into a black shadow. The crossbow bolts with huge blades on both wings advanced with the creepy sound of bones breaking, and would not stop until all kinetic energy was consumed.

And on the path it flew over, there was already a piece of flesh and blood.

The dying are moaning, the brave are roaring, mixed with the non-stop interlacing of swords and guns, it turns into a battlefield elegy that is almost too noisy to distinguish!

Both life and blood were being consumed at an alarming rate, thick plasma flowed under his feet, quickly making the ground slippery. Countless limbs and broken arms piled up indiscriminately, as terrifying and cruel as hell!

The Pompeii archers kept throwing arrows towards the city, but faced with a height difference of fifteen blades, their efficiency was pitifully low. The ones on the roof of the building can play to their fullest. Being able to stand in this position shows that they are all top players without exception. Unfortunately, the number is too small to turn the tide of the battle.

And when the number of Stuart colleagues who were far more than a hundred times noticed them, these Pompeian archers almost instantly became hedgehogs!

A Pompeian court mage of the air system chanted a record and cast a "Miga Upwelling Airflow", lifting a dozen spellcasters, including himself, to a height roughly equal to the city wall.

Then a court mage of the water system actually cast an extremely remote "Hepori Water Vapor Shield" to bless all mages with defense.

The so-called accomplishments are inadvertently revealed in these small details-you must know that the water element itself is not light, and most water-based shields will cause additional burdens on the upwelling airflow, and the "water vapor shield" he chose is one of the very few exceptions!

Without any additional declaration, the confrontation between the two mages began immediately.

In a critical moment, no one would spend time preparing powerful spells, and they would all use the best short, flat and fast moves to shoot at each other.

Li Cha's eyes were wide open when he saw it. Several mages from both sides shot together, and the flow of magic spells was ten times brighter than the rainbow!

"Fire Elemental Crossbow Shooting", "Tula Water Wheel Cutting", "Pingpari Accurate Thorns", "Divine Blessing Frost Arrow", these spells or magical spells are rare for ordinary people to see once in a lifetime.

"God!" Monet, the painter next to Li Cha, watched this scene, trembling with excitement, with a pure radiance flickering in his eyes.

The spell collision created a misty cloud of smoke, which was an element that hadn't had time to completely dissipate after it broke. All kinds of colors are mixed in it, which is far more vivid and stunning than any kind of pigment in the world, making everything around it eclipse.

For a painter, it is probably a spectacle that will never be forgotten in his life.