Didn't the Lord City Lord and Your Excellency the General lead the army to go out for a sweep?
Those monkey-like mountain people should be killed and pissed off!
The captain of the tower guard squadron was full of doubts and couldn't help but kick each of his soldiers. However, these soldiers were not as high-quality as him. His squadron was not full of people, and only seventeen of them were full.
Two-thirds of the No. 8 people are slave soldiers who pretend to be soldiers. These guys are half-fed all day long.
Even in broad daylight, it was still lifeless. Two people could not be used as one person, so there was no need to expect them to be efficient at all. The anxious tower guard squadron leader was furious and wanted to kill two of them on the spot.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The violent banging of the door made the hair on the back of the head of the tower guard squadron stand up. The enemy attacked the city so fast that in just a few dozen seconds, this section of the city wall completely fell.
No matter how lax their defense was, there were at least seven or eight guards on this section of the city wall, including a knight, who didn't even form a serious resistance.
"Block the door, block the door, block the door." The tower guard squadron leader yelled at the top of his lungs. He didn't have time to move other things, so he pushed directly behind the door. He didn't realize that his voice was deformed, and it was filled with deep fear.
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This kind of fear is not only the fear of facing danger, but also the fact that you still haven’t figured out who your enemy is, and this unknown further amplifies the negative emotions in your heart.
"clank……"
"Ah...ah..."
Screams and the sound of bowstrings came one after another. When the tower guard squadron leader turned back, nearly half of his soldiers had fallen.
In their panic, they forgot that the tower had more than one entrance. There was also a staircase going down from the top floor. The seven or eight-meter-high curtain wall was of no use to the other party, let alone a tower that was only four or five meters higher than the curtain wall. The other party was condescending.
, they gathered in the small room suddenly became a living gangster.
"Andis Mountain Man Hunter."
The captain of the tower guard squadron finally saw the other party's appearance clearly by the light of the fire. He was not a ghost, but an extremely authentic face of Andis mountain people, and a very young face, using an ordinary Andy.
Si hunting bow.
The captain of the tower guard squadron usually dismissed this kind of bow, always thinking that this kind of soft little bow was of little use on the battlefield, but now it has become a real killing weapon, and he did not react much at all.
, he was nailed to death behind the door by the hunting bow he had despised.
The tower door that had lost its barrier was also kicked open, and the people outside rushed in. "Don't waste time, leave three people to occupy the commanding heights and provide long-range cover. The others quickly gathered at the tower to cover the other brothers to open it."
City gate."
"clear."
Like the Andis mountaineer before, these Andis mountaineers who rushed in were also very young. They cooperated with each other tacitly and did not hesitate. They rushed in like a whirlwind and washed away like a whirlwind.
The entire tower attack and defense battle lasted no more than three minutes.
This situation didn't just happen in one corner, but spread throughout most of the Bastille wall.
Kleist found himself turned into a headless fly. When he arrived at the place where the warning came, all he was left with were dead bodies on the ground, dead bodies of Bastille soldiers on the ground. If it weren't for the occasional
Mixed with the unfamiliar faces of Andis mountain people, he really thought that a ghost was coming.
Although he is said to be full of wits and plans, facing the chaos in front of him, he will not be able to think of any good countermeasures for a while.
After running around for a while, I suddenly realized that the real gain or loss was not in the curtain wall and arrow tower, but in the city gate.
The opponent's number of jumping soldiers is definitely small, and the ultimate goal is to open the city gate and let in his own army.
As long as they hold on to the city gate, they will be in an invincible position. When their reinforcements arrive, these jumping soldiers who have entered the city will become their meal.
As expected, the loudest sound of fighting came from the city gate.
Fox Kleist was overjoyed. This meant that the city gate had not been lost and they still had a chance. This was the only good news he got tonight.
Not daring to stop at all, he rushed towards the city gate as fast as he could in his life, fearing that he would be a step too late this time and would see dead bodies on the ground and the open gate.
So even though he encountered several waves of enemies on the road, he didn't take the time to deal with them. He just rushed over with his head down and only stabbed the throat of an enemy who didn't open his eyes.
His sword is in the civilized stick that never leaves his body. It is a stabbing sword that is only popular among upper-class nobles. His swordsmanship is not too fancy, there is only one word "quick", it is so fast that people can't even see it.
It's unclear how he drew his sword.
By the time the enemy reacted, he had already sheathed his sword. The only adjective he could think of was a flash of cold light, and then nothing more. The person was already dead.
The city gate is the weakest point of a castle. This perception is completely wrong.
Just because it looks weak, every castle is designed to strengthen its protection, with numerous defensive measures such as barbicans, sluice gates, suspension bridges, moats, etc. The troops stationed there are also the strongest.
This is no exception in Bastille. There are four guard towers on both sides, not to mention a small barracks between the inner city and the outer city. There is a hundred-man guard stationed in it to guard the city gate.
military.
This Centurion Guard is a specialized and independent garrison. It will not be easily mobilized unless there are special circumstances, and this time Old Bolton personally went on an expedition was no exception.
The city gate garrison lived up to its reputation as an elite. When the commotion on the city wall first started, the entire centurion was almost assembled. The centurion captain of the city gate garrison, Alves, wore double armor.
Wearing a bright red cloak, his stocky figure resembles a wild boar, which is very consistent with his nickname "Mountain Boar".
But unlike Bull Erikson, he is not an Odinian beast, but a serious Byronian.
The adjutant of the city gate garrison said worriedly: "Master Hundred Guards, the curtain wall and tower are about to be lost. Should we divide our troops to provide support?"
The mountain boar Alves said in a sullen voice: "Our duty is to guard the city gate. Even if the entire castle is lost, as long as we guard the city gate, we have done our duty. If other places are guarded, the city will be destroyed."
The door was lost, this is our biggest dereliction of duty."
What kind of bullshit theory is this? If the castle is lost, what’s the use of just guarding a city gate?
The adjutant complained in his heart, but he knew his superior's temper. At best, it was a confession of death, but at worst, there was a missing string in his head. Once he determined something, even General Ericson came in person.
Can't change.
In the words of the city lord, he is a natural defender. It is precisely because of this sentence that Bull Erikson, who followed the city lord with him, has become a general. Even some people who have worked under him have already become generals.
Even though he was promoted to captain, he was still just a guard guard guarding the city gate.
If it had been anyone else, he would have been full of complaints about such treatment. However, this master was calm and fulfilled his duties for decades, and the same is true today.
The single-minded way of doing things like the wild boar Alves caused some confusion in the rhythm of the night raiders. Before launching the attack, they had made several plans. In all the plans, the city gate garrison
This reaction is the most difficult one.
Although the city gate garrison only has one hundred-man guard, it is a real force.
Not only are each of them a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, they also have an absolute advantage in terms of weapons and armor. Even the worst ones are wearing chainmail, and there are quite a few who are fully armored.
The dozen guards who gathered around the wild boar Alves were all lined with chainmail armor like the wild boar, and were equipped with a suit of iron armor on the outside, throwing spears, half-hand swords, hand axes, and Yaya Chacha weapons.
To the teeth.
As for the Night Raiders, they only wore leather armor, short swords, and hunting bows. In order to increase the speed of climbing the wall, they had no way to carry more equipment supplies.
The most lethal thing in their hands is the hunting bow, but when faced with heavy infantry armed to the teeth like the city gate garrison, they are a bit weak. Unless they directly hit the weakest point of protection, they will only scratch their itch.
What's more, most people's arrow pots were empty. Some were lucky enough to capture Zhang Jun's bow and replace it. Although it was not smooth, it was better than fighting a group of tin cans with a short sword. Some people really could only do this.
In order to rush for time, they did not search for other weapons, and now it was too late to turn back.
The Night Raider's hesitation only lasted for a minute, not even a minute. Then, with a cry of "implement the original plan", the tide surged up. The goal was so clear and the steps were so firm. It would not be because of
No obstruction could waver in the slightest, not even the seemingly indestructible city gate garrison.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
During the charge, the night attackers swung out all the arrows in their hands. Although there were only a few hundred people, a small rain of arrows formed above the heads of the city gate defenders.
"Raise your shield."
All the corps commanders, even the commanders, and the team were shouting in unison.
Shields of various colors appeared above the heads of the city gate guards. Those who did not have shields instinctively lowered their bodies, curled up into a ball, raised their hands and used their arm armor to protect the gaps on their bodies.
Reality has once again cruelly proved that whether it is the hunting bow of the Andis mountain people or the military bow of the Bastille, its lethality is very limited even against soldiers wearing chainmail.
This arrow rain was magnificent, and the results achieved were pitiful. Only a few unlucky ones had flaws in their protection, were shot in vital parts, and died on the spot. The others, even though their bodies were full of arrows, were still jumping around and paying attention.