Lord of the Oasis Chapter 153: .Insane attack
"Ow--"
The gnoll is screaming in despair, but the bloodthirsty and ferocious primitive nature is aroused at this moment, far more savage and tyrannical than their native compatriots, those low-level gnolls.
And the wisdom that comes from belonging to the Ming race!
The gnolls in the front row knelt down and used their backs as a ladder, while the gnolls in the back row stepped on the backs of their companions mercilessly. Using this human flesh ladder, they were like ants. Climbing through the attic window at the top of the city wall, even on the left and right sides, the arrow towers and the archers at the city gate formed a rain of arrows, causing the jackal who wanted to climb to suffer heavy casualties, but the jackal who followed behind. The man was still crawling wildly with red eyes.
In the current situation, they are struggling with heavy losses, and they have to capture the sentry oasis. Even if the casualties exceed half, they must take down this crucial fortress!
“Ow—”
The commander-in-chief hid the numerous gnoll warriors, all of them had come to the bottom of the city wall, and there were two human flesh ladders built with gnoll bodies!
All the gnolls have tried their best to climb up.
They have no way out!
And Kant was not afraid of their crazy attacks.
Because he belongs to the exile and he also has no way out!
"Go and tell Manid, throw all the stones down at me and don't let the gnoll climb up!"
Kant is issuing orders loudly.
The Swadian crossbowman behind him, who was the messenger, put away the crossbow in his hand, turned around and quickly climbed the ladder, came to the top of the wooden attic, and reported Kant's order loudly to Manid.
"I see!"
Manid responded, and the noisy battlefield was full of angry howls and abuse from soldiers.
This tragic battle caused a cold sweat on his face, but the light crossbow in his hand did not dare to stop easily, shooting the crossbow arrow that had been stuck in the slot, he also loudly ordered the Swadian militiamen : "Change the stone, don't let those gnolls come up, hurry up! Others don't hesitate, keep shooting!"
It only takes a few people to throw stones.
Other Swadian militias, still need to fire quickly with their hunting crossbows.
Although less powerful.
But at a distance of less than 10 meters, the power of the hunting crossbow in the hand is also enough to pierce the chain armor worn by the gnoll, and even kill the target directly!
Look at the layer of gnoll corpses covered under the city wall, and they are partly to blame!
"Smash!"
20 Swadian militiamen carry half-human-head-sized stones.
Coming to the edge of the city wall, looking at the noisy battlefield below, all grinning, bloodshot eyes with the heads of ferocious beasts, their hearts trembled slightly, but the stones in their hands were lifted to the top and smashed heavily. go down.
In order to protect their homeland, these peasant-born militiamen are willing even if the entire army is wiped out!
The Sentinel Oasis, Fort "Drehem", is their home!
“Call—”
The stone was smashed down heavily.
The speed made a faint sound of wind, and in an instant, it smashed into the crowd of gnolls, and smashed into the head of the gnolls who were still kneeling and building a human ladder, gnashing their teeth and being trampled by their companions.
Blood splashed, brains burst, and red and white splattered directly.
And the gnoll whose head was smashed was lying on the pile of corpses directly under him, and his wide eyes were full of despair and disbelief, but the hollowed-in skull made them wide-eyed Spread out quickly.
The stone was smashed down, more powerful than Reston Ranger's cone-headed arrow!
“Boom bang bang bang—”
A dozen or so stones were smashed down, and even the human flesh stairs that the gnoll warriors were desperately stacking were smashed aside, the corpses on the ground were spread, and even the other gnoll warriors, time howled angrily , but could not help the Swadian militiamen at the top of the attic of the city wall.
On the contrary, these militiamen took the opportunity to come to the edge, pulled the trigger and aimed the gnoll below, which was covered with arrows.
Dozens of gnolls fell again.
The corpses piled up at the bottom, and the gnolls grew crazier as the death toll went up.
The howls are endless, and there are screams of despair and anger everywhere.
Those gnolls haven't given up.
The new batch of front row knelt down on the pile of corpses again, and became a human flesh ladder for the back row to climb up by stepping on them. They don't care about the stones that fall from the top of their heads. They can make their heads in minutes. burst and die.
They've fallen into some kind of desperate and fearless madness.
"Crazy, crazy, crazy!"
Manid is loudly cursing the gnolls at the bottom.
The light crossbow in his hand was pulled, and the crossbow bolt was directly nailed to the chest of the gnoll below, piercing the chainmail, and seemed to have injured his lungs, but the gnoll didn't care at all, but looked up at him~IndoMTL .com~ With a smirk on his face, he pulled out the crossbow arrow from his chest, and the blood that splattered stained the linen robe on his body.
This is a demonstration against Manid, but also a fearlessness of death.
The price of course is that after pulling out the crossbow bolt, the gnoll kneeled on the ground with weak legs, becoming a ladder for the gnolls behind him, a new ladder padded with dozens of corpses!
That's why Manid cursed the gnolls for being crazy.
Because under this death-like charge, the corpses had already formed a slope. Even if the militiamen smashed the stones down, the arrow towers on both sides and the crossbowmen at the city gate continued to release Arrow Rain, still allows those gnolls to barely reach the attic window through the **** where the corpses of their companions are piled up!
"Um-bang!"
The two-handed tomahawk slammed into the window sill, spattering the sawdust in the face of the bowman inside.
The situation is getting more and more critical.
"Throw all our grease down!"
Kant's face was calm, and he stretched out his hand and ordered a counterattack loudly.
In the corner of the attic, a Swadian crossbowman immediately took 4 clay pots and slammed them down against the window, smashing a gnoll with its head out.
The clay pot suddenly shattered, and the amber liquid inside instantly spilled all over the stairs where the entire body was piled up.
"Torches!"
Kant's orders continue to sound.
Clear and loud on this noisy battlefield.
The torches that had been prepared for a long time were immediately brought, and they were still burning and thrown out the window. When they came into contact with the amber liquid, a raging fire suddenly rose up, and the stench of black smoke quickly began to spread!
The amber-colored liquid in the clay pot is the oil purchased from the caravan leader, Jocelyn.
Oil made from the fattest pigs.
Best Flammables!