Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

Kashin unexpectedly once again announced that he would keep his troops in place, and firmly controlled the enemy's supplies in the forest, patiently waiting for the enemy to collapse before looking for an opportunity to attack.

Kashin looked at Jean Tocque with a serious look and said further:

"I didn't see any magicians on the battlefield. I guess they are out fighting in the surrounding territories. So when the church's armed forces came to attack the city, the magicians were busy and couldn't make it on time. If they waited for the magicians to return to the city, the church's armed forces wouldn't be able to climb the city walls..."

Jean Toc suddenly realized: "I see. Let's use the troops on the tall walls of Ankola to deplete the church's armed forces first! We always appear at the critical moment, right!"

Kashin nodded thoughtfully: "Even if the church armed forces capture the city wall, they can't stop the magicians. The city wall can be defended at the moment because the church is already at the end of its strength. Every hour of hunger, someone falls down. It's not worth mentioning..."

Everyone gradually understood the situation on the battlefield. The Kashin family leader acted in this way to minimize the casualties of his own people. To be honest, everyone followed along to kill the enemy and gain military merit, but specifically they had no responsibility or obligation to defend the city. Kashin's action was only a merit and no fault.

From a strategic perspective, Kashin's decision was a well-thought-out one. War is never a simple confrontation of power, but a game of timing and strategy.

If Ankola fell, then waiting for the magicians to join forces and then conquering Ankola City would be a greater contribution and the country's reward would be higher. This was Kashin's plan. But this was not a purely selfish act, but a wise choice after weighing the complex war situation.

There are many similar strategic decisions in the history of wars in the past. Sometimes, waiting and patience can bring greater fruits of victory.

The sky was just getting light, and the dim light seemed to be afraid of the upcoming bloody battle. The horn for the third charge suddenly blew, breaking the silence before dawn.

The church's armed soldiers rushed towards the city like hungry wolves, their eyes burning with fanatical flames, shouting slogans in hoarse and shrill voices, as if they wanted to use this final roar to vent their long-held grievances. Their steps were messy but firm, and they rushed forward recklessly.

The soldiers guarding the city held their weapons tightly, and the cold touch made their palms sweaty. The sweat slid down their foreheads, flowed across their tense cheeks, and stung their eyes, but they did not dare to relax at all.

Their eyes were determined, staring at the approaching enemy. Rolling logs and rocks fell like a rainstorm, hitting the charging crowd with a dull sound.

The huge rolling logs crushed the enemy's bodies with heavy force; the rocks fell like cannonballs, stirring up dust and blood.

However, this time the church armed forces seemed more determined, and some soldiers rushed through the range of the rolling logs and rocks, risking their lives.

Their faces were filled with determination, and they were not afraid of the threat of death. They set up a ladder and tried to climb up the city wall again. As they pushed, the ladder collided with the city wall, making a harsh sound.

The battle on the city wall broke out again, with swords flashing and sabers interlaced, and the flashing light seemed particularly dazzling in the dim sky. The shouts of killing shook the sky, as if they were about to break through the clouds.

Every moment a life is lost in an instant, and every drop of blood tells of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. Life at this moment becomes so fragile, yet so tenacious.

Senior Sendi had been on the wall to help fight. He was agile and his eyes were bright. A paladin had just climbed up with great effort, but before he could stand firm, he was easily knocked down by a thunder ball sent by Senior Sendi. The thunder ball, with its dazzling light and powerful force, instantly repelled the paladin.

Zhuangzhuang swooped down like a flash of lightning, stretched out its sharp claws, grabbed a paladin and flew up to the sky, then dropped heavily.

The paladin didn't even have a chance to heal himself before he died. Then Zhuangzhuang swooped down again, spitting out fireballs one after another, instantly setting a ladder on fire. The flames jumped on the ladder, devouring everything.

Senior Sendy joined in and instantly took control of the situation, suppressing the Paladin. His magic light kept flashing, making the enemy feel fearful.

His Royal Highness once again led his guards into a bloody battle, waving his sword and shouting loudly to command the battle. This time the defense was much easier than the last time, and the enemy's force seemed to have weakened a lot.

Perhaps it was because they suffered heavy losses in the first two charges, or perhaps their morale was gradually declining...

The enemy launched an attack with almost all their might, and they climbed up the city wall one after another. The crowd was as dense as ants. With the blessing of religious fanaticism, they were fearless and climbed up the city wall one after another. There was only fanaticism and recklessness in their eyes, as if they had lost their reason.

The pile of corpses at the foot of the wall was several meters high, and the scene was horrific. The pile of corpses, some incomplete, some with distorted faces, were too horrible to look at.

The assassins of the Mercenary Association, seeing that the church armed forces were attacking the city with all their might and the sharpshooters in the rear were changing positions to shoot at the city walls, would definitely choose to deal with the sharpshooters first.

They quietly dispersed and walked behind the sharpshooters, like ghosts. They attacked almost at the same time, killing a hundred sharpshooters from behind. The action was clean and neat, without any drag.

They wore the enemy's light cavalry armor and were not on a combat mission, so they infiltrated and assassinated from behind. The assassins had white ropes tied around their cuffs to identify each other. They moved stealthily, like hunters in the dark.

The assassin approached the priest who was removing the arrow wound from the soldier in a harmless manner. The priest did not suspect anything and focused on the treatment work in his hands. When he was waiting to complete the man-to-man task, the assassin suddenly attacked and more than 50 priests were slit their throats. In addition, all the hundreds of wounded were killed. Their methods were cold and efficient.

Under the cover of night, the assassins moved quietly like ghosts, and a thrilling infiltration war officially began. They wore light cavalry armor, cleverly avoided patrols and sentries, and shuttled behind the enemy lines like ghosts.

These assassins are strictly trained, agile and ruthless. Their mission is to quietly eliminate those marked as important targets in order to disrupt the enemy's deployment and command system.

As time went on, the assassins' actions achieved unexpected results. One by one, key figures died in their sleep, or were killed by a single blow when they were completely unprepared.

The enemy fell into confusion and panic, which is exactly what we expected to see.

At the same time, the shouts of killing on the city wall shook the earth. Having just successfully repelled another wave of fierce enemy attacks, the soldiers defending the city were exhausted, but they did not dare to slack off.

Everyone took turns to rest for a while, taking the time to recover their strength and prepare for the next round of more fierce attacks.