Power and Empire Chapter 248: Scarlet Tyre (2)
The Tyre remnant army above the city took advantage of the heights and constantly attacked the Satanggong Jiazhou below. The stones and arrowheads were mixed down, which caused a lot of trouble for the Samor army who was occupying the street below. The fat man ordered two infantry flag regiments to clean up the remnants of the wall and occupy the high walls.
The two Northern Army Banner regiments that received the order, under the cover of Weimen Heavy Thor, used the high-rise vehicles to slowly approach the crossing of the city, and the baffles of the vehicles creaked and squeezed on the city wall. The lowered ten-meter baffle sets up a passage between the city crossing and the building car
"Smack" countless spears like tentacles protruding from the car. "Kill!" The Samor reloaded spearmen swarmed out holding their shields, and several huge rocks fell down and attacked the first Samors. The city soldiers smashed the crenellation,
But this did not hinder the enthusiasm of the Samor people for assault, more than ten black crowds poured out from the entrance of the car like a rushing flood,
"Kill! Drive these Samores down!" The Tyre army who was waiting in battle shouted, "Persuade" a dense gun wall to be erected on the city wall. It rained on the shield of Samor's heavy infantry
The spears were leaning against each other, like the sharp teeth of two giant beasts biting each other, and blood sputtered from the gap between the shield and the spear. Although the Tyre Army was inferior to the Samor soldiers in combat effectiveness, it relied on a large number of people and firmly guarded the narrow crenellation in front of the baffle.
The Tyrians knew that if they could not stop the brave and well-fighting Samor army at the entrance of the city, the Samors who rushed up the city wall would kill them all or drive them off the wall. There are no captives in this close strangulation battle. Kill The red-eyed soldier will subconsciously kill all people in different costumes, because you have no chance to identify them carefully, and the distance is too close. The shield is against the shield, and the human eye is looking at the human eye. Everyone is madly pushing forward, like two giant beasts on top of the cow
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Smash the Samor people down!" The captains of the Tyr Army shouted. Next to them were hundreds of trebuchets that the Tyr Army madly pulled the winch, and there were countless whistling noises. Across the air. The stone smashed to the upstairs car like raindrops,
"Pop!" The baffle of the car was like a small boat in a storm. Two baffles of the car were smashed off on the spot. The Samor soldiers of a squad fell from high above like raindrops, flying to the ground. It also killed a lot of the Tyre on the head of the city. This is exactly the tactic of killing on both sides. The Tyrians at the battlement are still fighting in front of the sky and stone bullets, showing extremely strong tenacity
"Shoot! Give these rascals some color!" A cluster of arrows shot out from the entrance of the car. Suddenly, he fell down a piece of Samor's heavy infantry, and pulled the heavy ballista upstairs reasonably. This has become the habit of the Samor army to siege the city. Since the battle of the 13th Fort in the north, the ballista has performed prominently on the city wall, and the ballista has become the first weapon of siege.
"Kill! Rush! Rush!". The morale of Samor's army was high, and the contradictory soldier rushed to the battlements with grim expressions. The ballista behind him inflicted a lot of damage on the defenders of Tyre at the head of the city, but there were still people rushing to block the gap. The battlement became a battlefield for both sides to strangle, like a monster that continuously devours flesh and blood, and its limbs and corpses kept falling from the battlements. Falling down, washed away by the icy moat
This is the first time that the Samor Army saw a unit that was still stubbornly charging in front of a heavy crossbow. This can’t be called tenacious anymore. It’s madness, the madness before its extinction. The Samor crossbowmen formed a firing line beside the heavy crossbow, and the Tyre fell one by one.
"Damn! These Tyres are crazy". A Samor squadron leader drew a spear from a defender and brought out a spray of blood. His eyes were red and he looked around. The corpses were piled on top of each other, almost half a meter high. , The Tyres were driven together, and only a hundred people remained desperately resisting. A dozen ballistas have been pushed up, and the intensive crossbow arrows shot the last resisters to the ground
The entire castle is covered with corpses, at least five or six thousand. There is no place to go. The thick red human blood stained the battlements red, and the blood can be pulled out by lifting the foot. The air was filled with a heavy, nauseating smell of blood, and many of the corpses were obviously old people and children. Such a tragic scene made him, a veteran, feel palpitations too
Heavy Thor on the high hills outside the city continued to bombard until the afternoon. Thick black smoke rose up in the city, houses mixed with rocks and soil collapsed in the bursting flames, and the ground trembled amidst the rumble of cannons. But the Tyrians still steadily occupy most of the streets in the city,
In the middle of the thumb, Isalite led the Longbow Brigade to make several assaults, and the longbowman with strong long-range attack suppressed the archer on the roof of the Tyre. But it was unable to suppress the trebuchet with a longer range. Every time when the Longbow Brigade assaulted, the slings on the opposite streets fell like raindrops, leaving the Samor crossbowmen and longbowmen at a loss, as did the heroic Samor army. The first time I met such a difficult opponent,
In the face of the Tyrians, they put on a posture that the city is dead. After entering the city in the afternoon, the Samor army paid more than a hundred lives before occupying this short street and marching into the wall. There are bloodstains on the way up. This has become the temporary command of the Samor Army...one
"Incompetence!" The fat man's face was pale, and all the banner leaders were standing on the opposite side. The huge city map was spread out on four tables together, and the fat man's angry eyes swept their faces." You are the glorious and undefeated Samor soldiers. But look at what battle you are fighting! Thousands of casualties were killed and injured in one morning, the third regiment. The eighth regiment was maimed. This is the Samor soldier? This is one Help the idiots. No! Just a bunch of idiots are better than you"
Faced with the fat man’s anger, the banner leaders bowed their heads in shame. They can’t be blamed. Not only did the Tierians build Tilburg into a solid copper wall, they were also very well prepared. All the streets were laid out. Death traps, it is hard to come out completely when you walk in, the Tyre Army plus the residents of Tyre City. The number is almost double that of the Samor Army. The catapults in each street greatly compromised the powerful crossbow assault capability of the Samor Army. The piled up stones almost blocked the road, and the heavy siege infantry could not use the trebuchet and arrowheads. Climb the rocks under the shooting.
"Daily! The subordinates think we should change the tactics of this assault!" A head of the banner looked at the fat man hesitantly, with a hesitant expression on his face, "The enemy is very well prepared, there are Hundreds of well-guarded streets. If this continues to be consumed, we will not be able to occupy the city even in three days. My subordinates suggest
"Say!" Fatty's face was blue. The half-day fighting and the mass casualties of soldiers aroused Fatty's anger. "When is this, it is still hidden like this! As long as Tilburg can be captured, I don't care." What method do you use!"
"The subordinates suggest that the Thunder God be mounted on the city wall!" The leader of the banner took a deep breath, summoned the courage of the whole body, and responded loudly. There was no more gnawing behind, but it was enough to explain the intention. The entire command headquarters Falling into a dead silence, yes, put Thor on the city wall, so that most of the entire Tilburg area can be covered by gunfire. But this is not much different from ordering the massacre
The fat man's face was gloomy, and the **** and harsh orders of Tucheng still tested the fat man's endurance. The fat man was standing by the window with his hands behind his back. In front of him was the smoky city of Tyre. Outside the room was the cry of fighting. The sky was faintly dimmed. This fierce battle was fought from early morning to night, and countless Samor soldiers were talking about it. The streets of Seoul fought **** battles. For every minute of hesitation, there are brave Samor soldiers dying.
"Kill or not?" The fat man clenched his fingers. This is a difficult choice of two. Killing will cause blood to flow. Thor's volley will inevitably lead to blood and flesh. A large number of civilians will be killed and injured. The entire Tilburg will be turned into ashes. Don't kill. Only by filling in tens of thousands of people, it is possible to advance to the main castle hall of Tyre, where there is also a well-reserved Tilburg Guards. In this way, the Samor Army wins but loses. This will definitely be the most dismal and humiliating battle of the Samor Army.
"Bring me the heavy guns up to the wall. Blow me the main castle of Tyre to pieces." The fat man turned around, punched the map on the table, and commanded decisively. The entire Tilburg was about a mile wide, and the main castle hall was about 1,300 meters away from the wall, which happened to be in the heavy Thor. Within the shelling range, the collapse of the Tyre Fortress was like breaking the spiritual backbone of the Tyre people~IndoMTL.com~ The fat man remembered the tactics used by the US military to attack Iraq. The Tilburg Hall must have gathered the commanders of the Tyre family. If you are lucky, you might be able to blow up the leader of the Tyre family, Tilnarante, to the sky.
At night, the Samor army temporarily stopped attacking. A day of fierce fighting required both parties to rest. The streets were full of rocks, the silhouette of the trebuchet was looming in the smoke and dust in the distance, and the shooter on the roof became this dark night. The killing of the world dominates. The Samor crossbowman and Tyr archer fought a fierce battle on the roof without noise. The swish of arrows blasted the night sky, reminding the infantry who were resting below that the war was still going on, from time to time you could hear the muffled noise from the roof, and then the corpses rolled down the edge of the house
The east side of the city wall is bright, and the heavy Thor, weighing a thousand catties, was **** by a dozen thick ropes. Under the action of the lever pulley, a dozen heavy soldiers slowly pulled up the towering city wall. In the middle of the night, the fat man took it. More than a dozen guards walked on the mutilated city wall, and there were stacked corpses everywhere, including Samor soldiers, and more of Tyre, and the lights of the main castle hall of Tyre could be vaguely seen in the shadows in the distance.
"My lord! While we were cleaning the corpse, we caught alive! I think he can explain a lot. Things that the generals don't know." A Samor squad leader came over. Although he did not recognize who the Fatty was, the Glory Sabre on the waist of Samor's Guard told him that this was a big man. Not all soldiers knew Fatty, especially the north where the net had just been renovated in the middle. The army has joined many newcomers.