Roger ignored the noise outside the wall and shouted: "Enemy attack!"

The surviving slaves clenched their weapons on the wall and continued to boil water.

Several arrows were shot over, fluttering in the wind.

Roger hurriedly crouched behind the wall and shouted: "Be careful with bows and arrows!"

Then he realized that his warning was meaningless at all. He should have shouted: Get away with extremely bad character.

The bandits Wu Yaya rushed to the corner of the wall like a carnival parade, and then "hurrah la la" countless ropes were put on the wall.

So Roger shouted: "Bring on the water!"

This time, no one shouted "burn it dry".

The slaves who were responsible for boiling water immediately carried pots of boiling water up to the wall.

With Roger's order, a Turkish bath opened in front of the wooden wall.

Even strong winds could not dissipate the rising steam.

The screams were like a volcano erupting, instantly resounding through the sky.

For the first time, Roger had a headache because his hearing was too sensitive. He covered his ears tightly, as if he was enduring a bombardment.

When the steam dissipated, Roger shook his head and endured the buzzing in his ears.

He stood up and saw a Shura hell.

Most of the bandits who were severely burned did not actually die, but their lives were more painful than death.

They opened their eyes as white as dead fish,

Their exposed skin is covered with blisters,

They scratch in pain,

The hair and scalp were pulled off, revealing the pale skull...

The surviving bandits had all run away, and no one came to save their brothers in distress or show mercy to their brothers.

Roger couldn't do it either. He wanted to do it, but he couldn't let his own people risk it.

Several slaves were vomiting, spitting out their hastily eaten breakfast.

Only one slave was laughing, and his face was full of ferocity, as if he was going crazy.

Roger recognized him as the father of his dead son.

The moaning in front of the wooden wall continued, getting lighter and less frequent, and did not stop for the whole afternoon.

The bandits have never launched an attack.

Roger saw many people going into the woods with axes.

Roger estimated that if we just built the ladder, we wouldn't need so many people to cut down the wood.

He thought that maybe these people just didn't want to stay where they were and listen to the intermittent moans that gradually weakened.

Towards evening, the people who went out to investigate came back.

They brought back good news and bad news.

The good news is there's no ambush behind you.

The bad news was that the forest was very big and there was no road in it. They scattered and walked for a long time without finding the road.

Roger saw the bandits gathering again, this time they were much quieter.

The Third Master’s voice didn’t change much: “…Eat a lot of meat and drink a lot of wine…”

Roger noticed that the bandits still far outnumbered the surviving slaves.

He saw that the bandits had prepared ladders this time, many ladders, and the number was ridiculous.

Roger doubted whether his wooden wall could hold so many ladders.

Roger also saw several logs.

He looked at the blocked village gate and wondered what the bandits were planning to use it for.

Roger looked at the darkening sky and thought that walking at night in an unfamiliar forest might not be a good idea.

Moreover, he was not sure whether these bandits would catch up with them after taking over the stronghold.

After all, after Hermes has a mine, it also needs people to mine.

He thought that instead of pinning his hopes on the unknown, it would be better to choose to fight the bandits here.

Make it through tonight and leave tomorrow morning.

So Roger ordered: "Get ready to fight."

The slaves were not idle all afternoon, and the wooden walls were piled with ore and sulfur powder.

Everyone had enough to eat and drink.

Now, they hold on to their weapons and are just waiting to fight.

The third master is still encouraging: "Rush up, rush up, seize the village, I will take you to eat meat and drink wine..."

So the bandits pressed forward.

They were numerous, their steps were hesitant, they were pushing and shoving, they were huddled together, they were whispering curses, and their voices were gathered together like a mass of low pressure.

The bandits don't move fast, but the journey will eventually be completed.

They slowly approached the wall, their faces showing panic, and they gradually stopped talking.

A few bandits came forward to give the moaning man a good blow, and the entire battlefield fell silent.

Roger noticed that the wind had weakened.

"Come on, rush on... eat big meat and drink big wine..."

The third master hid behind and made an impassioned declaration of general attack.

The bandits didn't get close to the wooden wall. They reached up the ladder from a distance and were able to set it up on the wooden wall.

Roger and the slaves on the wall worked together to push the ladder away.

The bandits then lifted up the fallen ladder and put it up again.

After several repetitions, Roger was so tired that he gasped for breath.

He found that this was not possible. There were many opponents, and if he continued to waste like this, he would definitely suffer losses.

The ladder was finally put up, and the whole wall was covered with ladders.

The bandits climbed up cautiously, densely packed like a swarm of ants.

The slaves struggled to throw the ore.

But now that the bandits have learned their lesson and live and die at the foot of the wooden wall, the effectiveness of these stones has been greatly reduced.

Big rocks can't hit people far, small rocks can't kill people.

Although many bandits were beaten to death, and some fell down the ladder, overall, it was of no use.

In the end, I could only rely on swords and spears.

There are many ladders, and there are also many bandits coming up at the same time. Gradually, slaves on the wall need to be sent one to many.

Roger found that the bandits were too cautious and were a little timid in fighting.

But even so, the situation is becoming more and more favorable to the other side.

He thought that if these bandits showed no mercy and swarmed up, the wall might be lost immediately.

Roger also saw that at the gate of the village, the bandits had given up their useless attacks. Several bandits were holding torches and trying to light the gate on fire.

So Roger decisively decided to retreat.

He shouted: "Spread sulfur powder! Retreat!"

The slaves sprinkled sulfur powder, this time it was an indiscriminate attack, and Feng was so weak that no one could help.

The entire village wall was wrapped in yellow dust, which was suspended in the air to form a thick dust cloud.

Roger squinted and ran down the wooden wall.

The slaves also took advantage of the bandits' hesitation and ran down.

The slaves in reserve immediately brought water to wash their faces.

Roger heard the bandits shouting to each other and retreating.

No one wants to stay in that choking dust.

But there were still sounds of fighting, and there were still people inside.

Roger saw several vague figures struggling inside. He looked around the slaves and found that the father was not there.

He heard everyone inside coughing.

"Ahem, die, cough, die!" "Ahem, let go!" "Ahem, don't fight, let go!" "Ahem, die!"...

Roger was about to ask someone to go up with him and pick up the father.

A light flashed before his eyes, a blinding light.

He heard the thunder, very close to his ears.

He flew up, and the wind blew him.

He fell and rolled.

He struggled to get up.

He saw fire, it was all fire.

The wall of the village is gone, a section of the wooden stake has been cut off, and the rest is swaying and burning.
Chapter completed!