Power and Empire Chapter 167: Rage flames

"Damn it! These Samor cowards!" Balantis, who led the charge, stood at the fortress of the city wall covered in blood, with a sharp sword in his hand with a gap, and a few crossbow arrows inserted into his iron shield. In the chaotic battle, his excellent armor was cut through several gaps, revealing blood-stained wounds,

　　 The retreating Samor garrison in front of them made all the Zhiva cars that rushed up the city wall boiled with enthusiasm. Both sides were red-eyed, and the unrelenting Samor finally couldn't stand it. It was like for everyone. A dose of stimulant

　　 "Kill all the **** Samors!" The soldiers screamed and rushed up in the Shiva cart. The dense spears resembled the towering forest. More and more soldiers climbed up to the fortress. They were not strong enough. The Samor people can only rely on the narrow walls of the channel to block the offensive of the Zhivache.

　　The outer wall of the fortress has fallen across the board. After a stubborn resistance, the Samor garrison set fire to more than a dozen heavy ballistas. The remaining hundreds of people all withdrew to the higher inner city and stood there for help.

　　The crossbowmen in the high arrow tower continue to block the crowded enemies on the city road, but the effect is not obvious for the Shivacheren with the shield high below,

　　 There was no threat of the fortress ballista. The Shiva carts on the city road began to besie the arrow tower. Soon the arrow tower in the outer city was also lost. The Samor crossbowman, who was forced to a dead end, raised his shield from the high arrow. The tower jumped down and smashed into the crowded group of enemies below. . . . . . ,

　　 The sky gradually dimmed, and the noise of the clamor in the fortress gradually subsided, and the Riwa carts who occupied the outer city began to clear the city road where the corpses were piled up, and threw a broken body from the wall. The corpses were pushed into a large pit with wooden boards, and the bodies of the Samor soldiers were piled up on the city road, forming a pile of corpses of more than ten meters, demonstrating to the Samor defenders in the inner city.

　　 The night wind blew, the strong smell of blood on the city road was disgusting, and the Japanese wagon on the front of the city had to give up. The plan to spend the night on the city road was all withdrawn to the tent outside the fortress, and the inner city was guarded. The soldiers took advantage of the dark night to set fire to their companions accumulated on the city road.

　　Exhausted on both offensive and defensive sides, just watching silently on the city road, the burning corpses, the broken Tudic fortress, reflected in the raging fire, everyone is waiting, the Samors are waiting for reinforcements, the Japanese car People are waiting for the catapult to be built,

　　"How far is our scout from Turendik?" The fat man asked sharply on the horse. The cool night breeze blowing across his face could not eliminate the anxiety in the fat man's heart. Behind him was Crolithart. With the captain of the guard, Salon, on the surrounding mountain roads, a long dragon made of torches is moving forward rapidly

　　 This time Fatty not only mobilized the garrisons in the southern part of Samor, but also transferred the Crolitsat Banner Regiment and Thornwa Longbowmen who are good at mountain warfare. A reinforcement of nearly 30,000 people is like a river sink. The sea flocked to Sartos, because it was fighting in the mountains, and most of the light infantry mobilized this time. The Samor Hussars suffered too much from the Battle of Kyoto, so they are undergoing supplementary training.

　　 "Report your lord! The news from the front-line scouts, pictured, the Turundic fortress is still in our hands!" A guard rode a galloping horse, because the dismounting was too fast and has never stopped. The war horse was thrown off and rolled a few times in the mountain bushes

　　 "What are you talking about!" The fat man could hardly believe his ears. He hurried over, picked up the guard who was still lying on the ground, and sternly asked, "You said Turundik is still in our hands?"

　　 "Yes, my lord" the guard just gasped, his voice hoarse

　　"But according to scouts' observations, the outer wall of Tulundik Fortress has been lost, and now only the inner city is still flying the falcon flag! A legion of about 8,000 people is besieging the fortress outside the city!"

　　 "Okay, very good!" Hearing that the enemy was still in the fortress, the fat man laughed without anger, and ordered the surrounding guards to speed up, and I will use the enemy's blood to comfort the heroic souls who died in the south tonight!"

　　 Outside the Turundic fortress, the Riva car camps, and Olimt looks into the distance with complicated eyes, and the Turundic fortress is like a lurking behemoth in the dark~IndoMTL.com~The tragic fight in the day Wandering in Olimt's heart, the unrelenting momentum of the Samor warrior made this famous southern general who still adhered to the knight's glory guidelines in the jiva chasing pool be broken. He gave up on the city wall and the whole army retreated to rest. Olimt put forward, "Tomorrow, these last soldiers will become cold corpses!" Olimt shook his head with a sigh, and the distant woods shook his head in the night breeze. A strange whistling sound cut through the night sky, which made Omlet’s face abruptly

　　In a dense mountain forest 300 meters to the left of the camp, numerous fires suddenly appeared, hurriedly arcing down the aisle to the camp of Riwa Cheze,

　　 "It's the thornwa longbowman!" Omlet, who had fought the thornwa barbarian for eight years, felt a chill on his back. No one knew better than him. In the complex mountain forest, these skills The agile, fast-walking thorn-tile longbowman is definitely a nightmare for all Japanese infantry and light infantry.

　　"It's on fire! It's on fire!" The fire took advantage of the mountain breeze and quickly plunged the camp of Riwa Cheze into a sea of ​​flames. For thousands of days, the soldiers were surrounded by the fire, and there were panicked deserters everywhere.

　　"Take all your strengths out! It’s time for our Assassins and Riwa Chazeren to calculate the ledger.” Kesathai looked at the Riwa Chazeren running blood-red in the fire. Around him, countless longbowmen of the thornwa clan similarly fired, and they kept bending their bows and shooting arrows of revenge. The grievances between Shivache and the southern swamp had lasted for hundreds of years, and more than 100,000 thornwamen Died in the hands of Riwa Chaze, every tribe’s heart is burning with complicated fire

　　 (I'm not in the state today, sorry, the number of words is short, I will fill it up tomorrow)

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