Casting spells

The adjutant next to him obviously also noticed this, and immediately held the officer's arm firmly, for fear that the other party would issue some irrational orders.

"Huh..." The cavalry commander took a deep breath and responded in a gloomy voice: "Don't worry about me, I'm very calm. Since this group of bastards won't even let teenage children go, they will naturally There is no value in living. Go and inform His Majesty Kerwin, saying that this city has no more of his subjects."

"You mean..." The adjutant's face changed slightly.

"That's right! I mean let him show his tyrant side! Since our enemies want to defend! Why don't we grant their wishes?" The cavalry commander opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth , no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel dark and terrifying.

The adjutant shivered subconsciously, turned around and yelled at a messenger: "Idiot! Didn't you hear the order from your lord? Go and execute it!"

"Yes!"

The messenger hurriedly responded, and ran towards the direction of the large army without looking back on his horse.

Anyone who is not an idiot can feel the killing intent emanating from the cavalry commander, and he doesn't even hide it.

He wants to pay homage to his dead relatives with the blood of the enemy!

If nothing else, this will be a battle without prisoners, a complete massacre...

The first thousand and 150 chapters and five siege

Undoubtedly, as a tyrant, Kerwin's patience has never been very good, so when the army arrived outside the city, he did not give his soldiers any time to rest, and directly issued an attack order.

Under the operation of a large number of craftsmen, giant one-armed stone catapults were quickly assembled, and the stones the size of a human head drew beautiful and deadly parabolas, rumbling and crashing on sections of city walls and the tops of buildings.

With huge mechanical force and kinetic energy, basically every impact can cause heavy casualties.

Especially the helplessness of seeing death coming, but being unable to do anything, is enough to destroy the psychological defense of most ordinary soldiers.

Fortunately, with the support of religious fanaticism, instead of collapsing, the believers of these dark churches chanted slogans of dedicating themselves to the gods, and fought fiercely with the enemies who climbed up.

In just a short time, a large area of ​​the city wall was stained red with blood plasma, and in some places where the battle was fierce, even the escalator could not be fixed.

Because there was too much plasma on the ground, as long as the ladder was put on, it would slide uncontrollably to both sides.

As for the corpse, a wall of flesh was piled up, and climbers had to turn over the corpse before they could find a place to stay.

"My God! Aren't these guys a bunch of rabble? How could they be so crazy? They actually stopped the attack for several rounds!" Kerwin raised the gem-studded monocular, and opened his mouth slightly to show a surprised expression.

You must know that in his plan, such a large number of soldiers promoted from civilians have never been able to fight tough battles. At most, about [-]% of them will be killed or injured, and their morale will plummet, and they can't help but turn around and run away.

But now, not to mention running away, there is not even a single retreat.

He even saw several teenage children rushing forward one after another to throw a knight who had climbed the top of the city to the ground, and then stabbing him to death with a sharp short sword into the gap in the armor.

In addition, there are some old people who are over sixty years old, sticking to the front line, no matter how badly injured they are, they will never take a step back.

This is not a group of mobs, even if the most elite troops of all the countries on this continent are pulled out, it is impossible to fight to the last moment, to the extent of fighting to the last person.

tension!

disturbed!

Terrified!

For the first time, he was afraid of these ordinary people whom he despised, and was eager to know what turned them from a group of docile sheep into a pack of vicious wolves.

"Your Majesty! I suggest that you hold off on the attack! First send a few spies to find out what happened in the city. I always feel that something is wrong." Baron Kailanster narrowed his eyes and proposed a compromise.

As the loyal No. [-] dogleg, he could feel the morale of his soldiers dropping rapidly, and some of them were timid even before joining the siege sequence.

This is not a good sign!

Even without using those steel puppets and monsters exuding a bloodthirsty aura all over their bodies.

"Are you sure you want to stop the attack at this time? Maybe in ten minutes or so, our soldiers will occupy the city wall?" Kerwin's tone revealed strong uncertainty.

"Impossible! Please take a serious look at the resolute expression on the enemy's face! Are they afraid? Are they afraid of death? No! None! I can only read fanaticism in their eyes, an unknown fanaticism. In this case, the more you oppress them, the more fiercely they will resist. The best way to deal with this situation is to give them some time to think about whether it is worthwhile to make such a big sacrifice." Kai Lance Baron Te analyzed very calmly.

As a seasoned commander and powerful fighter, he has seen many similar situations, and knows that cold treatment is the best way at the moment.

Otherwise, if you continue to fight hard, your own soldiers will soon collapse first.

And if the morale of the army has collapsed, it will take a long time to recover before it can be put on the battlefield again.

Although these soldiers were only recruited at the beginning, they fought with the enemy to consume each other's cannon fodder.

But I don't know when, the tyrant suddenly paid attention to the guy he once regarded as garbage, and even equipped him with excellent weapons and armor, hoping to build an elite team with amazing combat power.

So no matter what angle you stand at, you must ensure that they will not lose confidence in themselves and in this army.

Kerwin undoubtedly knew this very well. He hesitated for a few minutes, and finally nodded: "Okay, stop the attack and let the soldiers rest for the night. But don't stop those catapults, ballistas, and bed crossbows." Next. I'll see if they can keep up the frenzy after all the bombing."

"Understood! I'll let the craftsmen put on the kerosene to make sure they won't have a chance to rest." Baron Kailanster bowed slightly, and then walked to the rear to convey orders to the craftsmen operating the machinery.

When the bell for retreat was sounded and countless soldiers retreated like a tide, one after another the lit clay pots fell to various areas within the city wall.

In less than 10 minutes, the fire spread all over the sky, and the slums built of wood were the hardest hit areas. The black smoke made it impossible for people to get close, let alone put out the fire.

In desperation, the Dark Church could only organize manpower to forcibly demolish some buildings, and poured water into some buildings, barely establishing two isolation zones.

Of course, none of the above is the most terrifying.

The most frightening thing is that the warehouse originally used to store grain was also directly ignited by the fire.

This also means that, apart from the small amount of dry food they carry with them, they lose the most important food supply, and they will fall into an embarrassing situation of food shortage for at most a week.

"Ma'am! The granary is finished! What should we do now?" A senior church official asked with a livid face.

"Hmph! Has losing your faith in the God of Darkness been shaken by losing a little food? Don't forget, our ultimate goal is to wake him up through cruel and bloody sacrifices. Keep your eyes open to see the blood stained The red city wall, God has obtained enough power from it today. Tell all believers that the last moment to test their faith and piety has come. If the number of enemies is not enough, we will sacrifice ourselves. Including me, everyone can fight for the last Victory gave life."

While saying these words, the woman's eyes flickered with crazy light.

She was obviously very clear that the tyrant would never give herself any chance to escape again. Either she would use all the chips in hand to win, or she would be completely wiped out from body to soul. There was absolutely no third possibility.

The first thousand and 150 chapters of the sixth darkness

"Sacrifice... sacrifice yourself?!"

"Are you crazy?"

"If we all die! The whole church will be thrown into chaos! The tyrant will never let go of such an opportunity, and he will kill us all."

"That's right! We must not do such a crazy thing! Maybe...maybe just stick to it for a few more days and kill some more enemy soldiers."

……

All of a sudden, the top leaders of the church were frightened by these shocking remarks.