Power and Empire Chapter 237: Goddess of Terror

The obituary returned to the camp with food and supplies at noon. The sky was boiled, and the horse followed the ring on the ice-covered river. There was a crisp sound of "tap." The splashing ice was like a flower. A small white flower blooms on the frozen river,

The Samor army camp is stationed beside a branch channel in the upper reaches of the Samori River. The wide channel has been frozen by the long-term severe cold. The entire ice surface is extremely thick. The horseshoe tramples on it, but only a few white spots are left. Early in the morning The mist of water lingers on the ice surface of the river, and people are like a fairyland in it.

The early soldiers gathered together in clusters from the east to the west, and they were using a siege cone dedicated to destroy the city gate to dig through the ice to fetch water. Some good soldiers bet who can use a spear to stab the fish in the ice. , The noisy noise broke the tranquility of the morning, seeing the fat man and the guards coming out of the thick fog, they stood up one after another,

"Come here, some people, push everything back." The fat man waved his hand in an easygoing manner. From the loose dress of the soldiers in front of him, the fat man knew that most of these were heavy logistical forces. The fat man let the heavy soldiers on the wheels of the carriage. Wrap a layer of non-slip animal skin. Pressing on the thick ice layer with a creaking sound, the long transport team passed directly across the frozen river and was pushed into the western warehouse of the camp by heavy troops.

"Everyone has been tired all night, let's go down and rest!" The fat man waved his hand to the guards behind him, turned his head and found that Dylan Cousse, who was beside him, was still full of excitement and his eyes were curious about the barracks. Observing this, Fatty could not help but sigh in secret, "Young is good!" Fatty has forgotten that he is just a young man who has reached the age of a knife. War is the best catalyst. He is used to death and killing. Conspiracy and betrayal. Fatty's slightly naive dementia eyes are full of bloodshot eyes,

Suddenly, two groups of Samor light cavalry patrolling at night came in from the east gate of the camp, and their horseshoes passed through the camp gate with a howling sound. The silver rebar armor on their bodies and the strange-shaped back crossbow behind them made Luns Cousy's eyes are bright,

Because of the convenience of concealing their identities, the Fatty and the Guards did not wear crossbows and rebar. This was the first time that Dylans Cousse saw the heavily armed Samor light cavalry, the kingdom’s first cavalry. Everyone knows that the blood of young people is always easy to be ignited. Seeing these murderous troops, Dylan Cousse, who has been wandering on the sea all the year round, can't help but feel a surge of excitement. "It is the ambition that a man should have if he gallops across the vast continent!" "

"My lord!" The two cavalry teams slowed down their horses in front of the fat man, and raised their chests with their left hands to salute. There was a sound of scaly swinging from the chain armor on their bodies. A cavalry captain stopped the horse first.

"My lord, after the fierce battle last night, Lord Badker’s army has invaded the city of Ossa, and is now besieging and suppressing the remnants of the Tyre family. Lord Badker hopes that we can send people to participate in the siege, Iraq Captain Samoril asked us to come back for advice."

"Badker took the initiative? How many people are there in the Tyre Army? The fat man was puzzled. Although Delback was an honest man, he was still stubborn like a piece of iron in his bones.

This is a common problem of the Dorok people, rigid. Discipline, respect for honor, obedience to command, and stubbornness flowing in the blood, can be seen in an honest man like Badker,

It's impossible to abandon your reputation and apply for war. Even in the brutal strangulation battle of Brusburg, Badelke didn't even gnaw a bit. Will he make such a decision on such a small battlefield? "It must be the woman Issamollil who has itchy hands." The fat man had a weird face and muttered secretly. This woman is really a wild horse. No wonder the Dark Thorn wants to train her as a killer. Violence and killing are simply her talents."

The captain of the cavalry quickly responded, "There are about a thousand people, all trapped in the eastern area of ​​Ossa City. There is the noble area in the city. Because of the riots, many nobles chose to flee, and now they are all tall and complicated nobles. House, Tyre’s army demolished two large mansions and used stones dropped from a height to secure the entrance of the street. This troubled Master Badker. Captain Isamoril thought that the Tyre were now in danger. The madness before death only requires our elite Samor crossbowmen to participate in the battle, and they will definitely be able to easily defeat them, and the Dorok can also let the Doroks see our Samor's strength."

"What a nonsense!" The fat man cursed in a low voice, "Interfering in the Dorok attack without authorization is a taboo on the battlefield. The Dorok will think this is a battle exploit." The fat man wanted to refuse. He hesitated for a while, and waved to Lisste. "You take Qusai and a crossbowman from a squadron. Remember, you must not participate in the battle until the Doroks make a request!"

At the eastern end of Ossa City, the mutilated mansions were filled with thick smoke, and fragmented stones filled the intersections of the streets, and there were expensive white marbles mixed in them. Petal rocks with beautiful spots are the most popular statues used by nobles to decorate the gates. Now they are like a pile of abandoned debris.

"Go! Go over." Another Dorok heavy shield infantry of the Centurion climbed up the ice wall with difficulty. They slammed the ice with their shields, trying to dig into the pits on the smooth and difficult walls that they could step on. After a few recessions, Shan Xungao smashed several Dorothy shield soldiers with howling noises and was vented. The Tyre defending on the ice wall rolled down the huge stone along the ice surface, and let the Dorok shield soldiers lie down below.

"Shoot!" A sergeant Dorok waved vigorously, and a muffled bowstring sounded behind him. More than five hundred Dorok archers loosened their grip on the arrow feathers, and the dense arrows shot high into the sky.

Several Tyre trebuchets were pierced by arrowheads from the air. Nearby Tyre shield fighters immediately formed a dense shield wall, and the raindrops of arrowheads were bounced off by the shield

The narrow streets swallowed up the two Centurions in Badker. Tyre soldiers piled up all the debris and gravel in the mansion here, taking advantage of the cold night to pour water, and the debris mixed. The corpse was built into a tall and thick ice wall, and the narrow street became the focus of the two sides fighting each other.

The Tyre archer and the trebuchet formed a flesh-eating sniper line based on the towering mansions on both sides. The arrows fell from the heights between the stones, which caused the Doroks who lacked long-range troops to suffer a lot.

The blood was frozen into red ice by the cold night. There was a strange beauty attached to the surrounding stones. After a night of fierce fighting, both sides were exhausted, and they could only stop attacking when they hit first. The whole army rests

"My lord, the soldiers are very tired. Without enough archers to cover, we can't get through the ice wall at all." A sergeant Dorok was bloodstained. Supported by the soldiers from the front, his right shoulder was broken by a stone. Expose Bai Sensen's bones. His centuries had just returned with only a few thirty people. The intense pain and a lot of blood loss made his face pale, and the iron-blooded will of the Doroks made him try to stand upright and salute.

"No need! Help him down for treatment. Dekker waved his hand with regret. These Dorok sergeants who led the army are all elites in the Dorok army, and have participated in at least five battles. They are the backbone of the Dorok Army. Every loss is irreparable.

"Or, let's ask the Samors for help!" A Dorok lord hesitated. "For such a broken street, it is not worth keeping our soldiers lost. Everyone must go home. Do you want them? Go back with stubborn hands? Anyway, help them fight the Samor, let them do some strength. Sweeping should be done."

Badker didn't gnaw, his complexion changed several times, and he saw that Badker didn't gnaw. Lord Dorok waved his hand to the messenger behind him

Soon, Isamoril and a group of Samor light cavalry appeared at the intersection, behind them were thousands of Samor sniper crossbowmen brought by Lisastair, this weird weapon attracted many Rocks. Attention. It has been heard that the Samorians used this to defeat the brave Kujit archers, but it was the first time that they were actually used.

"How many people are there on the other side?" The beautifully-looking Isamoril appeared on the battlefield, still wearing the suit of bow knight armor, and the two-meter silver bow behind him attracted many Doroks. Gaze,

"The Goddess of Terror, Isamoril". Knowing that this woman was the goddess of horror who had almost collapsed the Tyre defender shot in McGallens, the Doroks bowed their heads weirdly. The legend about this woman was terrifying. Dorok, who went to collect the corpse at that time People are so impressed with this woman, a "slayer god" who likes to nail people to the wall can only stand the Viking Falcon.

"Hello, I'm the commander of Rollins Squadron" A sergeant Dorok is exhausted, covered with dust and dirt from the corner~ IndoMTL.com~ A pile of soldiers resting nearby Coming out, he paid a military salute to Isamoril with a serious face. The Samor army’s order to assist in the attack has been issued. As a front-line commander, he did not expect that the Samores would send a woman to come, with a weird face.

"There are still about a thousand people, among them more than a thousand archers and a dozen medium-sized trebuchets controlled the entrance! Two squadrons of light infantry defended the ice wall, and there should be a squadron behind.

Team. Sergeant Dorok paused with an ugly face. "The enemy's commander is an experienced man. They dismantled a lot of huge rocks from the surrounding houses! As soon as we approached the ice wall, they would roll down the rocks. We There are many brothers under it! Our archers are not enough. We can't suppress the arrowheads and catapults from the sides. You know, facing the rocks and arrowheads. We can only choose to charge desperately, but that section The ice wall is too thick, so smooth that we can’t climb it at all."

"Well, this is not a problem." Issamollil disagrees with Sergeant Dorok's reminder. When it comes to long-range attack power, the Samor army has an absolute advantage.

"Hey! Come on, brothers! Those Dorok fools are here again!" A Tyre archer poked his head out of the collapsed wall of the third floor of the tall mansion, his eyes were a bit disdainful, thick. The ice wall is the cause of the death of these Doroks. A group of black light-armored infantry is approaching.