Rod and Caroline climbed up the wall of the village and looked far into the distance. More and more firelights gradually appeared at the bottom of the hillside. Soon, all the firelights were connected in a line and turned into a sea of flames! A rough estimate.
, at least a thousand troops rushed towards the camp.
As expected, the rebels from Erlengrad came to attack the camp. However, before the actual fight, Rhodes was not sure whether these people were regular troops from Erlengrad or just a mob.
"Everyone in your place!"
Facing the approaching direction of the fire, Rhodes shouted loudly. The three hundred Norscan warriors in the camp behind him immediately dropped everything they were doing, took their weapons and climbed up the wall.
These weapons are not ordinary cold weapons. When Rhodes brought them out of Black Hammer Castle, he also brought out the one hundred dwarf shotguns. Therefore, among the three hundred Norscan infantry standing on the wall
There are at least a hundred people carrying dwarf muskets. In addition to the bows and spears they are equipped with, in terms of long-range lethality, they have actually crushed the Ksar infantry that Cohen left for him.
The enemy gradually approached, and only then did Rhodes see clearly that this was an army composed of militiamen. To put it simply, they were a mob...
"Brothers, you followed me to fight everywhere. We were bleeding and injured. We have seen terrible enemies. We have fought with violent werewolves, with savage beastmen, with fierce swamp monsters, and have experienced so much.
Who among you would tell me that you would be afraid of a mob?"
Standing on the wall of the village, facing his soldiers, Rhodes shouted loudly.
"They are like a group of lambs, trembling under our butcher's knives. They have completely forgotten their father, and the gods have abandoned them. So, put away your mercy and beat them all down! Blow up their
Head, kill them all! Let them know how powerful the warriors of Blackhammer Castle are!"
Rhodes' pre-war speech was like the roar of a wild beast, which quickly resonated with all the soldiers. These Norscan raiders were born warriors, and they trained countless times just to fight with real swords and guns on the battlefield. Blood and money mattered to them.
The most desired thing.
"Roar!"
The three hundred Norscan warriors roared at the top of their lungs like the roar of a pack of beasts, with a rainbow of momentum. The other Kislev soldiers in the camp couldn't help but look shocked.
Soon, the first wave of long-range mutual fire began.
Since the longbow has a longer range than a shotgun, before the enemy approached the wall, the Norscan infantry under Rhodes had to hide under their shields to resist the rain of arrows. Under the wooden wall, there were large round shields
After being raised up, the arrows shot from outside the camp landed on the large shields and bounced off, making a clanging sound like falling raindrops.
Everyone is enduring it, and the anger of the Norscan raiders is building up little by little...
Soon, the first wave of mobs approached the bastion. Noisy shouts of killing could be heard in the ears, and at their feet, the black mob rushed toward the bastion like a tide.
"Fire!"
Looking at the densely packed rebels approaching the camp with siege weapons, Rhodes issued the first battle order.
Under the night sky, dozens of bullets burst out from the thick barrels, taking away more than a dozen lives in an instant. The Erengrad armed militiamen who rushed at the front had no time to pick up their shields to defend themselves, and were flown at high speed.
The pellets hit the body and head.
Even if some people took shields, their rough simple leather shields were directly shot through, and the bullets hit their eyes, causing blood to flow...
"Prepare!"
Standing on the bastion gate, Rhodes issued the second order.
The mob carried the siege ladders and battering rams and continued to advance. Although he was unwilling to kill these poor civilians, Rhodes knew that he had no choice. The battlefield was so cruel. If you didn't kill them, they would kill you.
.
"Fire!"
Soon, when the bullets were loaded, Rhodes issued the third order.
Amidst the smoke, a second wave of bullets was fired at the mob under the camp. More than a dozen armed militiamen fell in a pool of blood. Although the shotgun purchased from the dwarf had a very short range, it had powerful firepower, even at close range.
It could penetrate the head of an elk. Even with shields, those armed militiamen still couldn't resist the close range shooting of Rhodes' men.
When the distance was close enough, spears and stones began to be thrown down. The scene in front of them was somewhat similar to the Battle of Evil Moon a month ago. However, the powerful and bloodthirsty beastmen were replaced by Erengrad's
The fighting power of the mob is completely different.
When they rushed below the camp, forty or fifty mobs had already died under the long-range attacks of the soldiers guarding the camp.
"Are they coming up? Are they coming up?"
The dwarf Bogur stood next to Rhodes and screamed excitedly. He was not tall enough to stick his head out and see what was going on under the stronghold wall. He could only hear the constant shouting and the bastion gate.
The dull sound of being hit.
"not yet."
Rhodes returned and continued to observe the situation outside the camp.
Although the bastion can provide 360-degree shooting without blind angle, it is a temporary carpentry project after all and cannot withstand the impact of heavy weapons such as battering rams for a long time. Therefore, Rhodes must always pay attention to the safety of the wall to see if there are any cracks.
, whether it can be sustained.
However, the dwarf wasted no time in nagging...
"When are they coming up? My ax can't wait! I can't wait either!"
He screamed, screaming next to Rhodes like a child.
"Damn it, you really want them to come up and chop us, don't you?"
Rhodes was impatient. It felt like you were concentrating on doing one thing while someone next to you kept nagging. It was so annoying. But the dwarf butcher obviously didn't understand Rhodes' expression, or maybe
It doesn't matter if he understands, he only cares about how many people he can kill on the battlefield...
"No, we cut them!"
The butcher shouted excitedly, holding the ax with both hands and banging it hard.
"Then I'll throw you down. Just like that day, you go down and chop them while I watch from above."
Rhodes yelled distractedly. A stray shot almost hit him in the head. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and turned his head sideways to avoid the arrow falling from the sky.
Unexpectedly, Bogul didn't seem to restrain himself at all, he just continued howling——
"Okay, throw me down! Throw me down!"
"I want to kill them all!"
Bogul shouted loudly.
I go……
Being so noisy, Rhodes took a look at the situation below the wall and decided to take the initiative. Because it seemed that the mob had focused all their energy on attacking the gate and did not care about attacks from the side or rear.
After making a temporary plan, Rhodes handed over the defense task of the camp to Caroline and ran to the back of the camp to gather the soldiers. Celta rushed over immediately.
"Open the back door, brothers. If you want to kill someone, come with me!"
Putting the battle ax on his shoulder, Rhodes roared loudly. Behind him, a Norscan battle group of more than fifty people quickly gathered. They roared excitedly and rushed out of the camp like a group of wild beasts...