The man led the infantry and roared in unison. They roared angrily, jumped forward, and rushed towards the guards who were scattered by the arrow towers. They pushed them sideways. In confusion and horror, the guards Their fighting spirit was shattered by this charge, and the battle formation became loose. They no longer held up their shields for each other, but turned around and fled, leaving behind their companions who were hit by the collapsed arrow towers.
Infantrymen hunted down deserters, knocked them down with their shields, and then killed them by pointing their scimitars or war hammers at areas not covered by armor.
In just a quarter of an hour, nearly a hundred people were killed on the spot. The man led the people to rush to kill the guards who might have reorganized. He took the lead and cut down the guards one after another. The guards around him also followed suit. The long-term stalemate made them All the anger he had been holding back was poured out at this moment.
The infantry rushed into a wide space of tens of meters in one fell swoop, thus loosening the battle formation. The commanding Myron reluctantly organized a group of archers in the chaos, and flew the arrows as much as possible in exchange for Space and time to retreat. He ordered two batches of arrows to be fired, then took his horse to organize a retreat.
I don't know if it was the archer who bravely shot the arrow at the man, hitting the blouse and chainmail around the man's neck with such force that the fabric tore, the entire chainmail shook, causing pain, and several iron rings shattered. come out.
The man who was about to be killed by the impulse was shocked and calmed down by the arrow. If the arrow went higher, it would have penetrated his face, but it did not, but instead penetrated into the mail on his neck. This seemed to The Lord’s warning.
The man calmed down and looked back outside the city gate. Cassel was leading the cavalry, crouching down to avoid the flying arrows and stones thrown from the city wall. The war horses neighed, and the cavalry holding the flag blew their horns.
"Stop, separate, separate, the cavalry is coming!" The man immediately ordered the infantry to clear a road.
Soon in front of the cavalry, dozens of cavalry spears rushed away diagonally, passing the infantry in a billow of dust, and went straight to the fleeing guards. They accelerated suddenly, and the spear tip tilted down, piercing through one with a bang. A praetorian guard, blood splattered everywhere.
Seeing this heroic and bloody scene, the infantry raised their weapons and shields and cheered, celebrating that they finally captured the city gate.
"Long live, long live the Arrow Tower!"
"Long live the Archon!"
"The arrow tower sent down by the Lord, the divine punishment sent down by the Lord!"
Those cavalry spears broke straight away, and the broken spears passed through the enemies who were close to death. They were knocked away a few meters and fell to the ground.
The cavalry's spears were designed to be easily broken, so that when charging to kill the enemy, they could avoid being thrown off their horses by the force of the charge.
Cassel followed the cavalry and immediately ordered the charging cavalry to return and reorganize their formation.
The man walked up to Cassel, who threw the spear he had prepared immediately to the cavalry.
"Kassel, watch the city gate and send some cavalry to pursue them. I will lead people up to the city wall. The camp can be placed in the city today."
"You have to leave some infantry for me."
"Leave two teams for you." After the man said this, he immediately ordered the infantry to follow him and clear out the defenders on the city wall.
The man picked up his sword and led the infantry on the city wall.
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Foehn winds mixed with mud and blood danced wildly, rolling tongues of fire, and thunder suddenly exploded in the sky. When men and infantry suddenly appeared behind the defenders of the city walls, no one could ignore the fear. Under attack from both sides, those The high-class slaves who had not had time to retreat were either pushed or squeezed and fell off the city wall, or died on the city wall under the butcher's knife of the city-state army.
Half an hour later, the defensive forces in the south of the royal capital were basically cleared. Except for the southern city gate, they took over the east and west gates of the royal capital. Although they encountered some resistance, the cavalry and infantry of the city-state legions It's impossible to persist at all.
The royal capital fell into chaos. Slaves could be seen swarming out of the streets everywhere, and were forced back home by soldiers on both sides. As for the nobles, they packed up their gold and silver, and some of them tried to force their way out with the help of their servants. The whole city was blocked outside the city gate.
Abdul led his soldiers to easily defeat them, captured the nobles, and chopped off their heads one by one.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, sir, don't kill me!" The lady was pressed in front of the soldiers, crying in fear, "I never wielded a weapon against you, it was the slaves who did it, not me!"
"Don't touch my daughter, don't touch her!" The old nobleman with white hair and embroidered with gold threads roared and cried: "Please, let her go, these things are all yours..."
Abdul glanced at them indifferently, and suddenly became violent in his heart.
"Why are you afraid of losing your daughter?" He asked calmly, slowly pulling out the knife with his calloused hand, "Why aren't you afraid that we will lose our brothers and sisters?"
Abdul was very calm and asked people to blindfold the old nobleman. This was his greatest tolerance.
Then, with a crash, the lady's head fell to the ground, her eyes widening in fear.
Abdul didn't even wipe away the blood, and quickly cut off the old noble's head.
Under such a terrifying threat, no one in the royal capital dared to break through the city gate and escape. No matter the nobles or slaves, they were all hiding peacefully at home, waiting in panic.
The city-state army took a short rest and then moved the camp in under the command of Colvin. They did not have time to carefully count the casualties.
The man was holding a long sword, and Cassel stood beside him. The latter said: "This is my first time in the royal capital."
"Then you can occupy it the first time you come." The man smiled, and then asked: "Have the three city gates been sealed?"
"It's basically sealed. Except for those who escaped at the beginning, no one can escape anymore." Cassel said, his eyes fell on the north side of the royal capital, where there are slightly rising hills and a magnificent and tall building. The royal palace clings to it, and two tall heroic statues stand in front of the grand staircase of the palace.
"They should retreat to the palace. I said that the traitor Myron is inside, as well as King Andri." Cassel said. He raised his eyes and looked at the royal capital, the towering tower in the distance, and was dyed in time. Despite the war, this capital city remains glorious.
"Hey, Farmer, do you think King Andri is a tyrant? I heard that he promoted slaves several times and granted many high-class slaves noble status. He is also well-known among slaves. He is really A tyrant?" Cassel asked.
He turned around and met the man's sharp eyes.
"Nongtou, I'm just talking." Kassel's tone couldn't help but weaken.
"Kassel, he is, there is no king who is not." The man did not look at him, staring at the tower, "No matter how many good things he has done, how many slaves he has promoted, how many slaves he has shed tears for, this cannot change His status as king cannot change the statues built to oppress people. We must execute him, we must execute him, his blood is not clean, only our blood is clean!"
After saying that, the man got on his horse, pulled the reins, and said: "Bring the veterans and elites with you. We will organize our troops to attack the palace. We cannot delay it any longer."
