Chapter 509 Kislev's Offensive and Defensive Battle (1)
Chapter 509 Kislev Attack and Defense (Part 1)
The crescent moon was like a hook, and the night was endless. In the bedroom, Pavel stayed up almost all night. Holding the sword in his hand, Prince Kislev walked back and forth in the small room. His heart was beating wildly, waiting for dawn, waiting for dawn.
.There has never been a dark night as long as tonight. He is about to do the biggest thing in his life, something that can go down in history. In this city, an army of thousands of free people is waiting for him.
With a single order, he overthrew and ended the tyranny of the Bloody Queen.
The armor on his body was too heavy for the prince, but he was reluctant to take it off. In the light of the flames, Pavel saw his smug self. He seemed to see the throne waving to him, and seemed to see the young and beautiful witch Denis being raped by him.
He hugged her into his arms. The sky turned white, and finally, bursts of thunderous rumbles broke the silence of the night. That was the sound of the Northern Allied Forces shelling the city wall outside the city.
"Brothers, aim at their turrets and blast them!"
On the position, the dwarf artillery engineer Wadlin shouted loudly. At this moment, half of Kislev's artillery gathered here and launched an artillery bombardment towards this great northern city.
The dwarves screamed excitedly. The explosions of the cannons ejected from the chamber were continuous, and the firelight kept flashing on the position. At the same time, large catapults threw lit stone bullets towards the city wall. Outside Kislev City, it seemed like a scene was being staged.
A fireworks show. Howling cannonballs and stone bullets fell from the sky one after another, lighting up the dawn sky.
"Bring the water! Quick!"
Inside the city, the defenders shouted. The flints thrown by the catapults ignited the wooden houses, and some fragile stone houses could not withstand the bombing and instantly disintegrated and collapsed. At the foot of the city wall, the soldiers who were on fire screamed frantically and searched for them.
To a nearby water source…
"I guarantee that the city wall will be breached within a quarter of an hour!"
Outside the city, on the Northern Allied Forces position, the dwarf chief engineer Wadlin shouted with confidence. He took out the high-concentration vodka he carried with him and hummed a ditty with great interest. Behind him, there was a sound that filled the sky.
The sound of cannon fire.
However, the confidence and excitement of the dwarves did not last more than five minutes. Although the city of Kislev was bombarded with carpet bombardment, the city's defenses were impregnable and could not be conquered by ordinary legions. As soon as the first round of bombardment began
Soon after, the defenders of the city responded. Heavy artillery on several gun towers began to counterattack.
Although it is not as powerful as the continuous artillery of the Northern Alliance Army, it is located at a high position, allowing the defenders to shoot the artillery shells farther. One artillery shell even landed on the position behind Wadlin, destroying a cannon on the spot.
Repeating gun. The priceless Wadlin repeating gun disintegrated on the spot, with pieces of iron and sawdust flying everywhere, and dust flying.
"Fuck..."
Wadlin, who was bombed, had an angry look on his face. Behind him, two dwarf gunners died on the spot, and a dwarf assistant had his arm cut off and fell to the ground screaming in pain.
"This is not about dealing with greenskins and beastmen. This city has complete defenses. If it can be solved by direct bombardment, Rhodes will not have to think for so long. Look, dwarf, at the critical moment, we still have to rely on warriors like us.
"
Serta said, swung the ax, roared, summoned his men, pushed the siege tower cart, and started to move towards the city wall.
At the same time, thousands of northern soldiers armed with various siege weapons, under the cover of artillery and catapults, approached the city wall like a black ocean. Outside the Kislev city wall, there were crowds of people, and the shouts of killing were loud. .
On the other side, the Kislev city defenders on the city wall were also ready for a counterattack. The heavy artillery on the towers constantly adjusted their shooting angles, aiming at the approaching siege towers.
In the city, the tall catapult began to operate. The engineers loaded the prepared cannon stones into the projection chute. After igniting the stone bullets, the catapult twisted its giant-like arms and threw out the burning stone bullets one after another.
The flint jumped over the tall city wall and flew towards the dense crowd... In the sky, the flint fell, like hell.
Around Celta, flaming stone bullets continued to fall, kicking up sky-high dust and rolling heat waves, rushing towards the siege troops. Where the stone bullets fell, there was a bloody mess, and the flames wrapped the minced meat and bone residue. The black earth burns, burns...
However, the Northern Army was still approaching. On the city tower, the defensive ballistae set up large arrows, and heavy crossbows as tall as a person were mounted on the wide crossbows, ready to be ejected at any time. The soldiers lit the arrows with torches, and then the engineers Under his control, the ignited heavy arrows were shot out one after another.
Like meteors and fire showering across the sky, white and white crossbow arrows were fired at the same time, with a strong impact, shooting towards the advancing crowd. Some crossbow arrows continued to fly after hitting the siege soldiers, and did not stop until they penetrated three or four people. down, firmly inserted into the ground, stringing a group of soldiers together, blood flying, flames engulfing the flesh...
Several large arrows successfully hit the advancing siege tower, and the spread of fire made the siege soldiers panic. Fortunately, the Frost Witch in the crowd used ice magic to extinguish the flames in time.
The northern army continued to advance. There was constant artillery fire from both sides, and smoke was everywhere inside and outside the city. Above the soldiers' heads were flying cannonballs and hurled stones. Where the cannonballs landed, the earth trembled, blood splashed, and broken limbs flew around. …
As the distance approached, the defenders on the city wall were ready to fire. The crossbowmen were in position, and arrows stretched out from the crenellations of the city wall, aiming at the approaching vanguard of the Northern Army.
"preparation……"
Before the order could be issued, a roaring projectile shattered the head of the archer captain. The head wrapped in a helmet was so fragile and vulnerable to the high-speed shells. In a heartbeat, the archer captain's head was shattered. His head was smashed away, and thick blood spurted out from the broken throat... Some militiamen were so frightened that they hid in the corner and howled.
The veteran drew his bow and fired without orders.
The dense rain of arrows fell like snowflakes on the advancing legions.
"Shield defense!"
On the front line, Celta shouted loudly. The Norse warriors beside him raised their shields in time. Dozens of shields were closely connected to form an airtight shield wall. The rain of arrows hit it, making only a tinkling sound. A dull thud.
"Archer!"
Less than a minute after the enemy threw a hail of arrows, Lord Jigel, the commander-in-chief of the vanguard army, ordered the archery troops to counterattack.
Under the shield wall, the northern archers drew their bows and fired. The same dense rain of arrows flew in a parabola, flying from under the city wall and falling to the city wall and behind the city wall. Those defenders who had no time to escape fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, bleeding.
, and the moans continued. However, after all, the rain of arrows thrown was not as useful as the rain of arrows shot down. It was more useful in covering the siege troops climbing the wall. But the Kislev city defenders were by no means useless.
At a close enough distance, the shooting soldiers stood out with their muskets...