Power and Empire Chapter 249: Morning Assault

Fatty looked at the pale boy in front of him, his bulging eyes stared at Fatty, his whole body was stained with blood, a piece of tattered cotton armor was draped over him, and a crossbow arrow shot through him. His thigh hurts and his teeth are grinning, and blood drips from the wound to the ground, adding a little fresh color to the **** sticky ground that has solidified

When the squad leader asked the soldiers to bring him up, the young man was struggling vigorously, completely ignoring his injured leg. Two heavy infantrymen of five big and eight thick were holding him to death like an iron collar. He lifted his feet into the air and jumped wildly, still unable to make any move,

"Where did you find him? What's the matter with his feet?" The fat man turned his head and looked at the captain. The fat man could feel something called hatred from the angry eyes of the teenager. This was the only one who survived the wall battle in Tyre. Thousands of people died. Only one of them was still alive. I really don’t know if it was luck or misfortune. Many people have died in this war, even in the invisible night. The archers of singapore are also biting hard. Every moment, every moment, there is life withering in this beautiful night. Unexpectedly, they should have defeated the weak Tyre, showing a terrifying will to fight. Tilburg after the battle has become a quagmire that drags down the Samor army. The fat man also wants to know why? Unfortunately, the whole city of Tyre seems to be fighting with death. There is no fear, no panic, facing the elite Samor army, from the wall to the street, the Tyr people show a kind of tragic and vigorous in their own way.

The squad leader explained with a slightly embarrassed face, "This adult, he is hiding under three **** corpses. Our soldiers are cleaning the corpses and he is still breathing. We tried to pull him out of the pile of corpses, but He jumped up and ran away like a rabbit. We had to shoot him in the foot! In order to catch alive, he also injured the arms of our two brothers! What a difficult little guy! The captain laughed at the corner of his mouth. Two soldiers holding gauze behind them point to each other

The fat man waved his hands to the two heavy infantrymen. "Let go of him! He is injured in his leg and can't run." The two soldiers looked at their captain with embarrassment, and exchanged for a scolding from the captain. Look what! Didn't you hear what the adult said!" The soldier quickly released the hand holding the young man's arm, "Ah", except when the young man touched the wound on the ground, he grunted his teeth, and there was no more sound, stubborn. The eyes flashed with hatred anger

"Go and find the army doctor accompanying him. If he goes on like this, this leg will be useless!" The fat man glared at the young man and waved his hand to the guard behind him, but the fat man's kindness only paid for it. The young man sneered, "You don’t need to eat human beasts kindly, if you want to eat alive, please hurry up." The young man smiled coldly, "Oh, yes, it’s a pity that you Samor don’t eat dead people, otherwise. There are enough corpses to survive the severe winter cold!"

"Cannibalism?" The fat man frowned slightly, as if grasping a clue, he felt annoyed. Everyone knew that Samer was the kingdom's largest grain producing area. Wouldn't these Tyrians know? There must be a problem here, the fat man asked with a cold face, "Who told you that the Samorians cannibalism, or have you seen the Samorian cannibalism?"

"Hehe! I didn’t expect the Glory Samor Army would not even dare to admit what he had done! The young man looked at the fat man shamelessly, and his disdainful eyes were not as good as looking at the beggars on the side of the road. I sneered a few times and continued, "The intruders from Timola Village in Mackent were cooked and eaten alive by you, and so were the Newbies in Tudu Town. Their bones are still messyly abandoned in the village."

"A bunch of bastards!" The fat man's face flushed, his fingers squeaked, and the doubts in his heart were finally revealed. It was the Northward Allied Forces who marched into Mackent. They were Kujites and Samandu people. Obviously, in the case of severe food shortages, the coalition forces began to have cannibalism, which had an extremely bad impact among the refugees. Coupled with the deliberately distorted propaganda of the Tyre family, it became the Samor army cannibalism.

It’s no wonder that the coalition forces were unwilling to attack Tilburg because they knew that this was an endless **** battle. Tyrs with the same enemy would fight to the end. Between being eaten and dying, it’s a little bit sensible. The people in the world would choose the latter. Numerous Tyrians have proved this. They would rather die in battle, burn to death, or be bombed to death, but no one surrendered or fleeed. They simply wanted to die. "Keep him down first! Let the military doctor take care of it!" The fat man waved his hand to the guard, lost the mood to continue asking, and looked at the city of Tyre in the night with a bitterness in his mouth, in the dark street in the distance. , The Tyrians still control most of the city. Countless Tyrians are full of hatred and preparing for a decisive battle. A group of soldiers who go to death is more terrible than any enemy. In this death city full of sorrow and despair, How many living lives will the Samor Army have to fill in?

On the wall, hundreds of Thors have set up the muzzle of Hei Randong. As long as he gives an order, half of the city will be turned into a **** of death, but it is so difficult to give this order. I really want to become the slaughter ten. The **** hands of more than ten thousand people? The fat man stood silently in the night meditating.

The fiery red morning light pierced the sky, and the thick fog at night was quickly receding. After a night of secret confrontation, the Samor crossbowmen inflicted huge damage on the Tyre, and the elite Samor crossbowmen shot on the roof. After the nightmare of the Tyre, it is almost impossible to hit someone lying on the ground with a bow and arrow in the dark,

Every time the bowstring rang, a Tyr archer fell from the roof. In this way, the Samor Army attacked one street and one street at night, and it was already in the midnight. In the street, Tyre did not dare to appear on the roof in the end and used sporadic trebuchets to counterattack. Until the sky cleared, they appeared sparsely, holding the shield of the infantry in his hand, shining in the light of the morning sun, It's like a silver wall.

"Boom Rumble." The fierce artillery sound broke the tranquility of Tilburg's early morning. One after another huge artillery pillars rose into the air. The roof was overturned, gravel mixed with sand and flew up in the air. The Samor army’s artillery fire was very concentrated, hundreds of Thors One volley can turn a street into rubble. The streets are full of broken bodies, trebuchets and blocking the position of the street barriers. Now only a dozen large smoking pits and hundreds of Thors can be seen. This street has been bombed several times, and the whole street has been turned into collapsed rubble. The remaining people ran away early. Apart from the dead, there is no one else here.

A squadron of Samor Spoke heavy infantry entered this street under the cover of artillery fire. The dust and dirt in the sky made them choke them and make them cough,

"Damn, these Thor soldiers can't save any energy!" Seeing the broken ruins in front of them, the Fuhe Infantry Captain took a breath of air-conditioning, and more than a dozen mutilated corpses were mixed in the collapsed house, and the air was mixed. With the unpleasant dampness, the Tyrs tried to prevent the Samor army from climbing the wall assault at night. The streets and eaves were flooded with water. After the cold night, it turned into crystal clear ice. Captain Samer's face was ugly and commanded to the spoke heavy soldiers behind him, "Hurry up, hurry up! Move these broken stones away immediately. .

The heavy soldiers quickly cleared the rubble to both sides, and quickly cleared a passable passage between the collapsed houses. A group of murderous heavy infantry appeared at the intersection. These heavy infantry were obviously different from the others. The heavy infantry of the unit is different. They are tall and sturdy. A large siege shield is behind them, like a large gate that has been removed. Behind the right shoulder is a thorn-patterned hammer handle of a heavy siege cone. Some have a sheathed weapon on their waist, and some have a machete on their bodies. All of them have a relaxed expression. They walk among the messy gravel and talk and laugh. It seems that this is not a battlefield full of corpses. , But their back garden for relaxation.

One of the leaders of the team stopped, looked at the collapsed street, and seemed to be thinking about something. His sharp eyes looked like two war knives scraped across, making all the heavy soldiers feel a burst of tension

"Samoor heavy siege regiment! The heavy soldiers quickly recognized this legendary army from the equipment of these soldiers. This is the army that Governor Samor personally brought out from the Falcon Territory, surrounded by glory in the past. In the Battle of Samor, this unit is always mentioned,

It is said that the selection of the Samor guards first considers the people of the siege group, because the Governor of Samor thinks that he can face the forest of long spears on the city wall, and the siege group warriors who are still brave enough to be qualified to be a glorious. Samor Guards

"Bump!" A loud and explosive sound came from not far away. Another single-storey adobe house was blasted into a big hole. The smoke and dust covered the road in front, and the soldiers of the siege regiment were silhouetted. Disappeared in the smoke soon, leaving only the heavy soldiers with admiration faces

"Captain! Where are they going?" A young Samor crossbowman asked in a low voice curiously. He was a recruit who had only joined in the last two months. The cruel Battle of Tilburg was his first battle. In the fierce battle last night, he shot a Tyre archer and was temporarily promoted to deputy captain

There was obviously no one in the collapsed houses in front of me. There were collapsed rocks everywhere, and the entire street was bombed. The cannonballs roaring above made everyone feel weird, and they kept seeing from a distance. The black plume of smoke rises into the air

"Execute the order, don’t ask if you shouldn’t ask!" Squad Captain Samer turned his head and glared at the young deputy captain with a serious face. In fact, the captain himself didn’t know that this order was from the Legion this morning. The headquarters issued a warrant personally signed by the governor.

Faced with intensive shelling, the Tyrians had no choice but to hide behind rocks or ruins. Houses collapsed in the artillery fire. Soon, the Tyrians had a problem. The Samorian monsters seemed to It does not bomb people, but houses. In many cases ~IndoMTL.com~ the artillery fire did not hit the pile of people, but blasted the empty houses in the distance to gravel. For this, the Tyrians do not believe it. It is the Samor people who are kind, and they are more willing to believe that it is the gods who are protecting them

The Tyre’s feeling is right. If they can stand on a high place or on a city wall, they can see a passage from the city wall to the main hall of Tyre’s main fort is being formed, and a group of heavily armed infantry is in the dark. Feeling advancing towards the Tilburg Hall, this is the result of the fat man thinking about it all night. Since he does not want to be bound by the streets of the Tyre people, and does not want to kill a large number of civilians, the best way is to break all the rules and send elite infantry. Assault directly on the main hall of Tyre. The fat guy believes that the flying Samor Falcon flag in the main hall of Tilburg is far more capable of disrupting the will of the defenders than the main hall of Tyre collapsed in gunfire. Of course

"Fatty, always causing me trouble!" Lidashir wrinkled his old face and muttered in dissatisfaction. Fatty's requirements were too high, and even Lidashir had to go to battle in person

This time the fat man asked to blast a channel directly to the main fort of Tyre in the middle of the streets of the city. This is a very rich technical work. In order to seek faster shooting, the improved Thor uses The smoothbore barrel, which makes the accuracy difficult to grasp. It is more dependent on the gunner’s own experience. The angle of lift and the amount of charge plus the wind direction determine the drop point of the cannonball. Experienced gunners can even shoot air bursts. Bombs, splashes, shrapnel and flames explode in the air, able to cover a small team