() Little Grandet was dumbfounded, and the Fifth Brigade who had just gloated about his misfortune were dumbfounded. They wanted to resist, but the sharp blades in the hands of the guards made them speechless. They did not have the power of Downton. Among the soldiers
What you have in front of you is a lamb to the slaughter.
Ten minutes was a torment for the Fifth Brigade. Each of them looked like a prisoner about to be led to the gallows, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
"The time has come, let the militiamen line up and prepare to charge!"
Rocker took out his pocket watch and took a look at it, then looked at the position of the sun, and issued an attack command.
The militiamen of the fifth brigade were armed with weapons and were driven to the mountain road by the soldiers.
Three melodious horn blasts sounded, indicating the start of the attack. The soldiers did not waste a second. Under the leadership of the centurion, they forced the militiamen to climb the mountain and advance.
Little Grandet no longer cared about being hostile to Downton. He held the spear tightly and squeezed into the crowd, with a look of fear on his face.
The militiamen were bustling and walking very slowly, and a few unlucky ones lost their footing and fell out of the mountain path during the pushing. They rolled down and were seriously injured.
The medical soldiers were about to dispatch, but Rocker stopped them.
"Ignore them." Rocker's voice was cold. "If they can't reach the straight line of the mountain road in five minutes, they will be executed for delaying the military plane!"
There was no movement on the mountain stronghold, but I knew it was because the distance was too far and the mountain road was too winding to attack. The battle would not begin until everyone stepped onto the last straight section.
There was no battle yet, but the militiamen were already sweating under the pressure of death.
Little Grandet regretted it so much at this moment. He had known better and would not have provoked Downton. Although he did not want to admit it, he had grown up to the point where he could no longer provoke Downton.
"Shield bearer, build defense and advance step by step!"
A centurion with a big beard took command on the battlefield. He was thirty-five years old. He had been fighting for half his life and had rich experience.
The militiamen holding shields were cautious and barely moved.
"Supervisory team, come forward!"
Big Beard has seen too many situations like this, and they won't obey unless they see some blood.
The militiamen behind were anxious, pushing hard and cursing. The shield bearers had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to move forward.
The gangsters still did not attack. Everyone understood that they were not afraid, but were waiting for the enemy to enter the best attack range.
"Stop advancing and secure your defense!"
After advancing another twenty meters, the bearded man suddenly gave an order. Although the shield bearer didn't know what happened, he was overjoyed, as long as he didn't advance.
Under the intensive protection of twenty shield guards, the three accompanying magicians climbed onto the straight line of the mountain road and began to prepare magic.
"A bunch of idiots. Although I need cannon fodder, I won't let you die in vain." Roker spat. If the magician sent to accompany the army was not so bad, with an attack limit of only 80 meters, he could make the battle more difficult.
easy.
"I see!"
Downton understood that Rocker wanted to use magicians to destroy the stronghold. If he could do it, the casualties could be kept to a very small number.
"The nine empires have been studying the use of magic corps, striving to maximize their potential. Pre-war bombing like this is the most basic tactic." Homer took the opportunity to give Downton some knowledge, "It seems that I have
I need to prepare some military books for you."
It has to be said that Rockel still has some skills. In order to prevent the magicians from being discovered by the enemy, he even asked them to wear ordinary clothes to cover the magic robes, and then stayed behind the shield.
The first wave of magic attacks was successfully launched, and more than thirty fireballs the size of apples roared over the wall and shot into the stronghold.
Lukia shook his head in shock. The highest of the three mages was only at the fifth level of soul. Even if he chose the most powerful fireball technique, his attack power was still pitifully weak.
"Rockell wanted to set fire to the stronghold and force the gangsters out, but unfortunately the mage's execution was too poor." Homer sighed.
The first wave of attacks failed, and after his identity was exposed, the enemy would never give the magician any more chances.
Sure enough, the burly ogre appeared on the wall and started throwing stones and spears. The gate of the village was also opened. The gangsters pushed the truck piled with large stones to the door, and then cut off the baffle.
Boom! Boom!
A large boulder with a radius of one meter rolled down with an astonishing force.
The militiamen on the mountain road suddenly became confused. Some people wanted to escape, but as soon as they turned around, the rolling rocks had already rushed down.
boom!
Limbs flew everywhere, blood spattered, and screams instantly filled the hills.
The mountain path was too short, and the slope was very steep, almost approaching 70 degrees. The militiamen had no time to dodge.
Downton couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
The rolling stones rolled down almost non-stop. Although some rolled away, more of them rushed towards the militiamen.
The gangsters were so cunning that they deliberately built the mountain road lower than the slopes on both sides to ensure that the rolling rocks would not roll out.
The militiamen were like being run over by a steamroller, leaving a layer of meat sauce on the mountain road.
Twenty shield guards stayed at the corners of the mountain road to deflect stones and incoming spears to protect the magician.
After the second wave of magic attacks, the chanting speed of the three useless mages was obviously much slower. There was no way, there were heart-rending screams all over the mountains and fields, and all the sight was red stumps and severed arms. They were not frightened to death.
It's already pretty good to be able to chant the entire spell while trembling.
"You're still not cruel enough, look at the expressions of those centurions!" Homer reminded.
"As expected of professional soldiers who are used to killing." Downton found that most of the centurions were very calm. "I think this has something to do with them staying in the safe rear."
"Idiot, that's not what I meant." Homer said, "I mean, for the sake of tactical goals, they push others to the road of death without any guilt at all. You should learn from this kind of ruthlessness."
Downton was silent.
"Look!" Hutao tugged Downton's finger and pointed at little Grandet and shouted.
The son of the richest man was lucky. He squeezed in behind the crowd with the strength of the magic user and escaped the first three waves of rolling stones. However, in the fourth wave, when everyone in front was almost dead, he actually pretended to slip.
Deliberately fell down the hillside.
"This guy is quite cunning!" Downton curled his lips as he watched Little Grandet roll down a hillside of more than a few hundred meters. Ordinary people might die, but for a magic user, it would only be a few fractures at most.
of injuries.
In less than three minutes, six waves of rolling stones crushed the fifth brigade to only a dozen or so, and Rocker had to order the withdrawal of troops.
"Are you magicians? Why haven't you been able to ignite the camp for so long?" Jovic suppressed his anger. If it weren't for the other party's identity as a mage, he would have slapped him with his ears.
"Something's wrong. I clearly saw smoke coming out, but it didn't start burning. Is there a magician in the village?" A magician retorted, first shirking responsibility.
"Fart, where can a group of gangsters find a magician?" the bearded man cursed.
"It could also be a tribal shaman. Don't forget the earth spirit tribe that attacked us. Tyson can definitely hire one."
Even in the earth, there will be some lucky ones favored by their ancestors, who can unlock wisdom and understand magical witchcraft.
"Tactics remain unchanged, move to the second echelon!"
Rocker was about to try again, but three minutes later, the remaining one-third of the militiamen retreated.
"No, the fire has been put out. There must be a shaman on the other side."
Although the mage couldn't see it, he felt the violent fluctuations of magic energy coming from the village, which was the phenomenon of spell casting.
"The third echelon, the mage team, will focus on attacking the walls and entrance of the village this time. Musser, lead your men to charge."
Rocker changed his tactics and decided to attack by force.
Because there was no need to attack the inside of the mountain stronghold, the mages could move back more than ten meters. They stood on the winding mountain road and attacked the wall with fireballs.
The rolling stones and spear throwing continued, but the distance was too far, and with the protection of the shield guards, the magician was very safe.
"Tyson doesn't have a shaman, why else wouldn't he attack?" Hutao wondered.
"There must be. Instead of wasting magic power on her, it is better to wait to attack the soldiers. That way the result will be greater." Homer watched as the village gate was riddled with holes by fireballs until it collapsed, knowing that the most brutal siege battle was about to begin.
.
Musser was best at attacking, so he was entrusted with important tasks by Roker. Without waiting for orders from his superiors, he immediately roared for the militiamen to advance.
This time, the echelon rushed to fifty meters before the rolling stones and wood fell down. However, due to the magician's suppressive blow, the ogre was unable to attack with all its strength, and the number of rolling stones was much less.
Seeing people falling down and the hillside stained red with blood, Hutao lowered his voice, "Brother, do we really want to go up?"
"Of course, a man must keep his word!" Downton smiled. He had already planned what to do. If he wanted to die, well, let's take your lives!
Those hostile looks just now made Downton determined to destroy this crusade of more than 2,000 people.
The fourth echelon attacked very fiercely, but still stopped ten meters in front of the house. The shaman still did not take action, which made everyone feel heavy and full of anxiety.
"The Sixth Brigade is ready!"
Rocker looked at Downton, "You won't refuse, right?"
"Won't!"
Downton walked towards the mountain road.
"You deserve it, let's see how you die this time!" Little Grandet held his broken arm and ran to see Downton's misfortune.
"By the way, let him charge together. It's outrageous for a magic user to pretend to be injured."
Downton pointed at little Grandet, "This is my last request."
"Come on!" Rocker frowned.
"No, I'm injured, you can't do this!" Little Grandet realized that he had done another stupid thing, howled, turned around and ran, but within a few steps, he was kicked over by the bearded man.
"My father is Grandet, the richest man in Chenwu Town. I'll give him money so that I won't go into battle again." Little Grandet's head was pressed to the ground, and he was completely frightened and cried.
"He's injured." Rocker thought he could extort a sum of money, so he gave up forcing Little Grandet, "Downton, leave quickly!"