The sun was shining brightly.
So warm.
However, on the Acropolis, the soldiers of the Rakshasa Army looked at the rows of catapults in the distance, and their hearts felt cold.
The catapults that can be disassembled and reassembled minimized the difficulty of transportation in the Eight Divisions of Mobei. In less than one night, thirty-two catapults were assembled outside the Acropolis. The huge war machine was frightening. .
While the Mobei army was assembling the catapults, the rest of the soldiers began to collect huge stones, cart after cart of stones, constantly being transported from all directions.
Until the middle of the day, the Mobei West Road army still did not rush to attack the city. Instead of attacking the city, it put more and more psychological pressure on the defenders in the city.
The dilapidated city looked so precarious in front of the Mobei catapult.
In front of the army, Tantai Jingyue and Bai Di stood quietly, their powerful momentum not inferior to that of thousands of troops.
"Goddess, Your Majesty, the catapults and boulders are all ready." Not long after, a Mobei general walked over quickly and reported respectfully.
"Get ready to attack the city." Tantai Jingyue ordered.
"yes!"
General Mobei responded, turned around immediately, and shouted, "Get ready to attack the city!"
As soon as he finished speaking, in the middle of the army, everyone worked together to push the catapults into the shooting range. Then, with an astonishing power, huge rocks were thrown into the sky, and then, with the force of falling from the sky, they smashed into the Acropolis in front. .
"boom!"
The next moment, huge crashes sounded one after another.
On the city wall, hundreds or thousands of Rakshasa troops looked at the huge rocks falling from the sky, with fear in their eyes.
"Fire the arrow!"
A captain of the Rakshasa Army recovered from the shock and ordered urgently, "Use rockets to shoot the catapults."
Ahead, a Rakshasa Army soldier reacted, immediately bent his bow and arrow, lit the kerosene, and shot at the catapult of the Mobei army ahead.
"shield!"
Under the city, Lord Bai Di gave an order, and the Mobei army in the front row immediately raised their round shields to resist the rain of arrows.
However, the Mobei army could block the rain of arrows, but the catapults could not.
Soon, catapults were loaded with flaming arrows.
Unexpectedly, the flames on the catapult covered by arrows quickly extinguished and did not ignite the catapult as imagined.
Looking from a distance, it is vaguely visible that the surface of the catapult and the exposed positions are all covered with iron sheets and copper nails. While strengthening the catapult, it also prevents enemy fire attacks.
"continue."
In front of the Mobei army, Lord Bai Di waved his hand again and ordered the catapults to continue the attack.
Then, rounds of stones rained out, hitting the acropolis in front.
There were no lives to attack the city, and no warriors to use force to break the situation, just catapults, constantly attacking from a distance, which was bound to completely destroy the already dilapidated acropolis.
Beside Lord Bai Di, Tantai Jingyue quietly looked at the acropolis in front of him, his expression neither sad nor happy, without any disturbance.
Generally speaking, when attacking a city, the attacker will definitely suffer a loss, and the casualties will be several times that of the defender.
However, the Acropolis had already been breached once by her Mobei Eight Divisions, and the city defenses had been destroyed. Now, she only needed to smash a gap in this weak city, and the Mobei cavalry behind her could drive straight in.
In this battle, there was a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves. She had so many siege equipment in her hands, so of course she had to change her tactics.
In such a prosperous battle, reducing the casualties of the Mobei army is the most critical thing.
On the acropolis, the Rakshasa Army officers and soldiers faced the rain of stones from the sky. They had no way to resist. Soon, they suffered heavy casualties.
However, the casualties caused by catapults have never been the most important thing, and the Eight Divisions of Mobei have never thought about how many Rakshasa soldiers they could kill with catapults.
"boom!"
As a huge boulder fell from the sky, a huge gap appeared on the city tower, and the newly repaired city wall was directly destroyed by the boulder.
at the same time.
In the southwestern army heading north, Li Ziye looked at the Thousand Mile Telephone Note on Xiao Si's hand and waited quietly, saying nothing for half a day.
The cruelest words in the world are that one general's success will destroy thousands of bones.
The generals were granted the title of marquis and worshiped the prime minister. Tens of thousands of soldiers were wrapped in horse leather and turned into withered bones.
The 40,000 Rakshasa army was in danger of being annihilated just because of one of his decisions. Even if the three kings encircled and severely damaged Tianyu's army, the leader was crowned king and marquis. How many people can remember that these 40,000 Rakshasa army Sacrifice of the Tsar army.
He, Li Ziye, used cunning means to plan the encirclement of the three kings, and personally pushed the 40,000 Rakshasa army to the cliff. What qualifications did he have to stand in the sun?
He did not regret planning this plot, but his guilt could not be whitewashed.
No one is qualified to decide the life or death of others, no matter how high-sounding the reasons are.
"You must hold on!"
After a long time, Li Ziye shook his right hand and murmured softly.
If you are afraid, you will definitely lose.
The only hope for the 40,000 Rakshasa army is their own will.
Under such high pressure and under the fear that the entire army may be annihilated at any time, it is impossible to persevere without the will to regard death as home.
This is also the biggest gap between Dashang and Mobei Babu.
He hoped that this time, the soldiers of the Rakshasa Army could win with their willpower.
"Young Master, if all the 40,000 Rakshasa troops are wiped out, will it have any impact on the entire war?" Xiaosi asked with concern, looking at the rare nervousness of the young Master in front of him.
"It doesn't have much impact."
Li Ziye said truthfully, "Forty thousand Rakshasa troops, whether alive or dead in battle, are not enough to affect the outcome of the entire war."
"Then why is the young master so nervous?" Xiao Si asked puzzledly.
"Because, this is 40,000 lives."
Li Ziye sighed deeply and replied, "I hope they can live as long as possible."
"drive!"
At this moment, in the northeast of the Acropolis, horse hooves galloped and dust flew.
In front of the army, the eleventh prince Mu Qing was riding forward. Suddenly, he reined in his horse.
In the distance, the Acropolis is still out of reach, and it will take three or four days for the 60,000 reinforcements to arrive.
Mu Qing rode to a high ground and looked towards the Acropolis, her eyes filled with concentration.
Over there, I'm afraid a fight has already begun.
With no support and almost no natural dangers to defend, can the Rakshasa Army hold on for so long?
When the city is broken, it is the easiest time for the defenders to be defeated.
In fact, the 40,000 Rakshasa Army was not at a big disadvantage in terms of numbers against the 60,000 Mobei Iron Cavalry. If they could defend one street or one room, they would definitely not be defeated immediately in a place as small as the Acropolis.
Just be afraid, the moment the Acropolis is destroyed, the military morale will be lost. If this is the case, 60,000 Mobei Iron Cavalry is equivalent to 60,000 butcher knives. The Rakshasa Army, which has lost its military morale, may be defeated by Mo Bei in a very short period of time. The Northern Iron Cavalry were slaughtered.
However, will the Rakshasa army led by the two great Shangwu kings, Rakshasa King and Buyi King, be so unbearable?
