There were desperate fights all over the city walls. Men led heavily armored guards, riding war horses, and commanded a few elites who could shoot arrows or hold crossbows on horses to follow.
When there was only half the distance from the city wall, except for a few elites who could shoot arrows on horseback, everyone else dismounted, and the accompanying military servants took the horses back to the camp.
A hail of arrows flew towards the city, covering them.
One after another, dead bodies rolled down from the city wall, most of them belonging to the enemy, but some of his own people also appeared. The man understood that the fighting on the city wall had reached a fever pitch.
The men and guards held various weapons, and the cavalry who could draw their bows immediately followed behind with their shields raised. When the enemy's bows, arrows and stone throws were at an angle where they could no longer pose a threat, the men asked them to hold the reins of the horses and charge towards the city gate. The Praetorian Guards fired arrows.
More than a dozen flying arrows fell on the defending guards. They were suddenly attacked by arrows. They inevitably panicked. At this time, the man rushed into the battlefield with the guards around him. He raised his sword and stepped across. He passed an advancing infantryman and cut a hole in the calf of the guard in front of him. The horrifying white bones were exposed and there was no armor there.
The guard soldier fell down with a scream and was soon buried under the spear that was thrust towards him.
"The Archon! The Archon is here!"
When the infantry noticed the man and his guards, their morale was greatly shaken, and they pressed upon the enemy arrogantly and fearlessly.
With the help of the mounted archers, the guards were forced back by a sudden short-distance charge. The man gripped the sword tightly, found a good position, and stabbed a guard soldier in the face through the crack in the shield. .
The infantry's charge and bows and arrows pushed the guards a certain distance, but it was still not enough. The infantry wielded scimitars and spears, finding gaps, cutting, shooting, or stabbing, leaving the enemy with corpses. , the arrows that were constantly shot from high places made it difficult for the guards to fight back effectively.
Gradually, the guards on the right could no longer hold on. Above them, not far away from the city wall, stood city-state soldiers, who swarmed the city in a dark mass, putting great pressure on them.
There was a flaw in the Praetorian Guards on the right.
The man noticed this, held up his kite-shaped shield, and loudly commanded: "Break through to the right."
As expected, the infantrymen rushed there with their shields upright. Some of them even lowered their shields as much as possible and raised their scimitars to fight flexibly. The swords struck the enemy's armor one after another, making endless noises.
Seeing that some guardsmen noticed that he was commanding, the man retreated slightly behind the infantrymen and was under protection. His hands trembled slightly in hindsight. Since the establishment of the city-state of Aylan Biyin, men have rarely been in person. Fighting hard in battle.
The speed of the advance suddenly increased, and the infantry had completely squeezed into the city gate, forming a semicircle with a pointed cone. Relying on the skilled cooperation of the veterans, they added wounds to each enemy.
The cavalrymen with crossbows were at the city gate, finding the right time and angle to hit the guards with their arrows.
At some point, the man saw that the advance slowed down, and the Praetorian Guards soldiers began to regroup. The soldiers in the back row raised their shields high to block arrows for themselves and others.
After the initial panic, the guards gradually became orderly.
The man raised his head and looked up.
He was shocked to see a familiar figure.
Myron took the horse's head and personally went to supervise the battle not far from the city gate. He made gestures and gave orders one after another, and was surrounded by several high-quality slaves.
"Myron!" the man was furious.
The companions who had followed him in the uprising not only betrayed him, but were also commanding the defenders to create a fatal obstacle for him.
Driven by anger, the man leaned forward, and a spear rushed over. He turned slightly sideways, with the tip of the sword downwards, along the right rib, and the guard soldier holding the spear was pierced by him. Before death, driven by the desire to survive, he tore down his companion next to him.
His companions died immediately under the swords of the oncoming infantry.
Although the consul beheaded the enemy again, which greatly boosted the morale of the infantry, the Praetorian Guards still defended tenaciously and almost pushed them back several times.
The guards brought over by the Archon, this group of elites stared closely at the Archon's figure and quickly stepped forward to protect the Archon who was killing the enemy behind their shields.
Boom!
Suddenly there was a rumbling sound on the city wall, like thunder exploding, and the two warring parties on the field paused for a moment.
The man reacted quickly and shouted excitedly: "Our trebuchet, our trebuchet!"
When the infantry heard this, they immediately came to their senses and cut down some of the panicked and stunned Guards soldiers on the battlefield.
In the distance, when he saw the Imperial Guards retreating step by step, Meron's expression changed, and the men and horses neighed. He was focused on commanding people up and down the city wall, but did not recognize the man fighting at the city gate.
"Hold on, ask people to come down and guard the city gate, otherwise we are all doomed, I am all doomed!" Myron's hand holding the scimitar was trembling, and his look was scary.
The sound of explosions sounded again, and another boulder was thrown onto the city wall. The wall trembled slightly, but the sound seemed like it was already crumbling.
The man understood that such a thick city wall could never be demolished overnight. The significance of the trebuchet at this time was to intimidate and frighten the enemy's courage. He turned around and saw rows of cavalry in the distance. When he was ready to go, he knew that he was about to seize a space for the cavalry to enter the city.
We must take advantage of the opportunity when the enemy is frightened by the trebuchet to tear open the defense line in front of us.
Otherwise, when the enemy realizes that the trebuchet cannot cause substantial damage, the infantry at the city gate will face exponential obstacles to their advancement.
"Citizens, for justice! For liberation!" the man roared, and several elite guards followed him and charged forward.
Several sword blades, blades, and spears came towards the man. As a consul, the man was covered in armor. Those weapons penetrated and tore his robe, making the chainmail rustle.
The man endured the pain of the sword hitting his body, picked up his sword, and slashed twice at the enemy in front of him. The soldier kept pushing forward and was close to exhaustion. When the hand holding the shield was slightly loosened, a flaw was revealed. , the man poked his eye out.
Seeing the consul moving forward bravely, the infantrymen also pressed forward with their shields raised, smashing or slashing with swords and spears.
Boom!
Boom!
This time the sound was strange, far louder than the previous one. The man couldn't help but look up and saw that the counterweight trebuchet had smashed across the remains of the arrow tower above his head, and the huge boulder fell on the city wall.
Immediately afterwards, the ruins of the arrow tower broke off several pillars, leaving only one struggling to hold on. For a moment, the man watched it suddenly break and slide down from the tower.
The arrow tower collapsed completely, and its widest roof fell from the sky, hitting the retreating guards.
Wails and howls of pain suddenly sounded, and the originally tight formation of the Imperial Guards was instantly broken up.
The collapse of the arrow tower and the location of its collapse were all due to luck and the blessing of the Lord.
The man didn't know, he didn't have time to think, because there was an opportunity waiting for him to completely defeat the enemy.
