Chapter 568: Siege
Queller Foster wiped his long sword carefully. This weapon that his father gave to him was finally going to be put to use, not to compete with others in martial arts, but to take away the lives of the enemies he was about to face. .
Yesterday afternoon, General Sheruba Vazquez, the supreme commander of the Allied Army, issued the order to attack. In the evening, cattle and sheep were slaughtered in the military camp. All the officers and soldiers had a feast, and then recharged their batteries overnight. At dawn, the battle began.
The first thing the Allied army had to overcome was the three trenches surrounding the Skitarii fortress. For this purpose, they specially prepared chariots for filling the trenches with soil. The chariots were equipped with defensive shields. The sides and the top of the vehicle are covered with cowhide to protect the soldiers from being attacked by the opponent's bows and arrows when pushing the chariot. After pushing to the edge of the trench, the soil and rocks loaded on the vehicle are thrown into the trench. A total of twenty such chariots were prepared.
Of course, the enemy's defenders would not wait indifferently for their defenses to be breached. A large number of bows, arrows, ballistas, and slings were fired at the advancing trench-filling tanks. The loss of tanks exceeded the Allied army's previous estimate. When the first trench was filled with earth and rocks to create three wider passages, 8 tanks were lost. When the second trench could be passed, only trench-filling vehicles were left. Two vehicles were dismounted, and there were hundreds of casualties.
With a dark face, General Vazquez ordered the implementation of the second plan. A large number of prisoners (and many unlucky civilians) collected from the rear charged towards the third trench carrying sacks filled with sand.
Queller looked at the poor people who didn't know whether they could survive with pity. They were like a group of ants carrying things, running desperately towards the trench. Along the way, people were constantly hit by arrows or stones and fell to the ground. After falling to the ground, some could no longer get up, while others were struggling to avoid being trampled by their companions behind them.
Finally, some lucky people ran to the edge of the third trench. They threw down the bags of sand and soil they were carrying, and then started running back without hesitation. These people were lucky. Throwing a sack meant their punishment. will be relieved.
While the defenders concentrated their firepower to prevent the third trench from being filled in, Vazquez organized manpower to widen the passages of the first two trenches. Finally, a trench in front of them about 200 yards long could allow the large group of people to pass.
"It's our turn!"
Queller looked stern and buckled the visor-style helmet on his head.
"Child." General Vazquez was right next to Quick. He pressed Quick's shoulders and hugged him. The armors of the two of them made a loud collision sound.
"Your father and I would be proud of you."
Vazquez has also known Queller's father, Marquis Foster, for a long time, and he treats Queller like his own nephew.
Cuiller looked at General Vazquez, nodded silently, turned around to find his subordinates who had been prepared for a long time, quickly joined them, and set off following the siege vehicle assigned to him. The target of this team is located about twenty meters to the right of the fortress gate.
The troops responsible for the battle on the city were all wearing sophisticated armor and holding their favorite weapons in their hands. They were all aristocratic children or professional fighters with superb martial arts skills. Although they were assigned to a siege vehicle, they did not have to push it. A group of soldiers did the work. They shouted loud chants and pushed the siege vehicle towards the goal step by step.
The siege vehicle equipped by the Horned Bay Alliance Army is a tower-like structure, with three wheels on the left and right sides of the bottom for the siege vehicle to move. Although the soldiers have no serious protection, the siege vehicle There are shields on the left and right push rods to shield them from incoming arrows. As for Queller and others, they hid behind the car, held their bucklers high, and followed the car step by step.
Along the way were people who had died while filling trenches. Some of the people lying on the ground seemed to be still alive. They stretched out their hands to call for help from the attacking troops, but no one paid attention to them at this critical moment.
Queller tried to ignore the wails he heard along the way and focus on the road ahead. The arrows fired from the fortress made a clanging sound on the siege vehicles, stimulating the hearts of everyone behind the vehicles.
If it weren't for the tall car in front of him, would he and his companions be shot into a group of hedgehogs? Queller thought.
The terrifying battlefield environment made it impossible to calm down and estimate the time. I didn’t know how long it had passed. I only heard a loud bang. This was the pedal at the top of the siege vehicle falling down. There was a pickaxe-like device under the pedal. The pedal fell down. Finally, the pickaxe-like object was firmly fastened to the wall stack, and the siege vehicle was tightly attached to the city wall. In this state, the enemy could not get rid of the siege vehicle in a short period of time.
"Kill!" As soon as he heard the sound of the pedal hitting the city wall, Queller immediately pulled out his sword and shouted.
"For victory! For the alliance! For all those who endure the injustice of the church, charge forward!"
Before he could finish his words, he jumped up and was the first to step onto the ladder of the siege vehicle, holding up his shield and sword, as if he was looking forward to death. Queller's men were infected by the atmosphere he created and swarmed forward with weapons raised.
There is a square opening on the top of the siege vehicle, which is connected to the ladder below. Queller walked through this opening to the top of the tower-like structure, and then passed a few steps through the treads that had been set up on the city wall. He soon met the person who stopped him, a Skitarii soldier holding a spear, and the sharp spearhead stabbed him hard.
With enough strength to spare, Quiller didn't want to actively verify the defensive effect of his armor. He dodged the spear head sideways, then put the shield on his chest and rushed forward quickly. His original weight plus the armor weighed about 250 to 60 pounds. The impact force generated in this situation was terrible. The soldiers of the Guardian Army gathered near the attack point were almost scattered by him. A soldier who was hit by the shield even fell down unconscious.
Taking advantage of this precious opportunity, Quiller immediately continued to rush forward and made room for his brothers behind him, but this time he swung his long sword. In a few breaths, he created terrible wounds for at least three people.
The soldiers defending the city were not all weak chickens who were almost scattered just now. Soon, there were also well-equipped guards who were not inferior to Quiller and his elites who came and fought with the Protestant army that had already climbed the city wall.
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For a moment, the sounds of shouting, screaming, and the clashing of swords and armor filled the entire section of the city wall, and the place was in an uproar.