Heart of Empire Chapter 212: Waiting for a miracle

The wooden door of Chapple's room was not even hit by a single shot, even if Easterlin wanted to use the power of magic to repair it, he couldn't do it.

When Costa saw the door broken, he didn't look happy. If he wanted to attack from the door, he could have done so when the shelling first started. But the battle after opening the door is not easy. A high-ranking soldier of the 12th or 3rd rank, with three squadron leaders, is blocking a door that is not necessarily two meters wide. How can it be so easy to rush in?

If soldiers rushed inside one by one, it would be a refueling tactic. Even if they could exhaust and kill Chapple and the others, how many people would they have to die? two hundred? It is estimated that when a hundred people die, no soldier will continue to give his life to help him fill this hole.

But now it is a last resort, he can only do so.

Of course, you have to have some skills in rushing to the door, you can't just rush with the soldiers' lives so stupidly.

Under his order, the archers first started to show off. Following Costa's call sign, arrows were ordered to be shot into the door opening. No screams were heard, and no one in the room was seen. Of course, Chapple and the others couldn't be so stupid that they would stand where they could be shot by arrows.

But Costa didn't care. He continued to order the soldiers to continue shooting, while leading dozens of people, bypassing the trajectory of the arrows from the side, and ambush to both sides of the door. Long-range shooting, when facing old fritters like Chapple and the others, and they have a seemingly indestructible house as a shelter, it is almost impossible to directly obtain surprising results, and he did not do this either. wishful thinking. Ordering the archers to shoot continuously is to create conditions for the next goal.

After ten breaths, Costa waved his hand violently, and the arrow stopped immediately. At the same time, several soldiers around him rushed in through the door carrying heavy shields.

After a while, screams rang out. Obviously, even with heavy shields in hand, these soldiers who entered the room would never expect to be able to support Chapple and the others for too long. But Costa has a heart of stone. He kept waving his hands and ordered the soldiers around him to rush in.

Without the advantage of blocking the door, being surrounded by superior numbers in a small space, even experts like Chapple and the others will always make mistakes. Filling in some lives, in exchange for the death of all the people in the house, Costa will not feel bad at all.

The screams kept ringing out. In the past few minutes, no fewer than 30 people died in the room, which also showed how fierce the fighting power of those people was.

But there was a smile on Costa's mouth. From his voice, he could hear that Chapple's line of defense was constantly being pushed back. He even heard a familiar muffled snort, which should have come from that fellow Geb. Obviously, someone was injured.

Encouraged, Costa's face lit up with excitement. Only thirty people died, and he still has at least one or two hundred people at hand, so he is not afraid at all!

Waving his hand, another wave of people flooded in. He fantasized about the scene when he saw the bodies of those people.

With a bang, Costa, who was immersed in fantasy, was awakened by a wave of heat. I saw a burst of flames erupting from the door of the house, which obviously meant that some kind of powerful flame spell was released in the house. Seeing the posture of the heat wave, Costa's heart tightened. It is estimated that none of the dozen or so soldiers who had just rushed into the room survived.

He gritted his teeth and said to another confidant next to him: "Don't stop! You lead me and continue to rush in! They even used their spells, so they won't last long!"

The guy next to him is a big captain, not bad in strength, but not stupid in his mind. He saw with his own eyes that none of the more than forty soldiers sent in came out, and he felt the power of the fire wave at close range. How could he not understand that going in was a life-threatening mission!

Seeing this guy hesitate, Costa glared and threatened: "Rush in! Using a group attack spell in such a small place can burn many people to death, but you think they will be very Is it better? Even if it is death, would you rather die here or in it?"

The captain looked at Costa in disbelief, never dreaming that he followed him faithfully

It took so long to be treated like this. But what else could he do? Looking at Costa's hand already on the hilt, he could only grit his teeth and beckon the soldiers around him to follow him.

In the room, Chapple and the others were actually not in a good state. He himself, as well as Culin, Geb, and Quincy, all had some injuries to some extent. As for the other three guards who followed Dane, they were just ordinary horror fighters, and they had already been hacked to death.

In a small space, how can it be easy to deal with the siege of dozens of people one after another? They all lost some fighting power. Especially that guy Geb~IndoMTL.com~ was chopped at least three times on the back, all of which were deep and visible bones, if not healed, such injuries could be fatal.

With Cecilia, a high-ranking priest, such an injury should not be a big deal normally. But the problem is that when the soldiers outside kept charging inside, the artillery didn't stop. Under the constant bombing, Cecilia's full energy has been used to maintain the effect of the sanctuary spell, and she can't spare any energy at all, and even her face is very pale.

If it wasn't for the Templar Knight Keshir who fought side by side with them, he led them back to the second floor decisively, and took the opportunity to let Easterlin shoot a fireball to bury all the enemies on the first floor. They couldn't hold on any longer.

But when they saw that the captain under Costa rushed in with more than 20 soldiers, they also had serious faces. This is estimated to be the last moment. Cecilia's magic can no longer hold on, and Easterlin, who has also consumed a lot of mana, no longer has the energy to support them at this time, so he can only put all his energy into it. On top of maintaining the defense of the house and dealing with the bombardment of artillery.

The four fighters who are still alive plus a templar can only rely on the weapons and flesh and blood in their hands to withstand the next impact, but how long they can last is a matter that no one can guarantee.

But they haven't forgotten that Dane, who suddenly disappeared during the scuffle just now, once said to let them hold on for 20 minutes. Now, twenty minutes is running out, and it depends on whether Dane can bring about a miracle! To be continued.