Realm of Power

"Damn! These Samor cowards!" Balantis, who was leading the charge, stood at the crenellations of the city wall covered in blood, with a sharp long sword in his hand with gaps, and several crossbow arrows stuck on the iron shield. He was wearing excellent armor. Several cuts were made in the chaos of the battle, revealing wounds covered with blood stains.

The retreating Samorian defenders in front of them made all the Zhiva Cheze people who rushed to the city wall excited. Both sides were furious. The Samorians who refused to retreat finally couldn't withstand it anymore. It was like giving everyone a beating. stimulants

"Kill all these damn Samors!" Zhiva Cheze soldiers shouted and rushed up. The dense spears were like a towering forest. More and more soldiers climbed to the top of the fortress. The Samors, who were short of troops, People can only rely on the narrow passages of the city wall to block the offensive of the Zhiva Cheze people.

The entire outer wall of the fortress had been lost. After a period of tenacious resistance, the Samor defenders set fire to more than a dozen heavy ballistae vehicles. The remaining few hundred people all withdrew into the higher-lying inner city to wait for reinforcements.

The crossbowmen in the high-rise arrow towers constantly blocked the crowded enemies on the city road, but the effect was not obvious against the Zhiva Cheze people below with their shields raised high.

Without the threat of the fortress's crossbows, the Zhiva Cheze people on the city road began to besiege the arrow towers. Soon the arrow towers in the outer city were also lost. The Samor crossbowmen who were forced to a dead end jumped from the towering arrow towers with their shields in hand. , smashing into the crowded enemy group below. . . . . . ,

The sky gradually darkened, and the noisy fighting in the fortress gradually subsided. The Zhiva Cheze people who occupied the outer city began to clean up the city roads where the corpses were piled up. They threw the mutilated corpses off the city wall one after another and used wooden boards to cover them. The corpses were pushed into piles of large pits and buried, while the corpses of the Samor soldiers were piled on the city road, forming a pile of corpses more than ten meters long to demonstrate to the Samor defenders in the inner city.

The night wind blew, and the strong smell of blood on the city road made people sick. The Zhiva Cheze people on the top of the city had to give up their plan to spend the night on the city road, and all evacuated to tents outside the fortress. The inner city defenders sent people Taking advantage of the darkness, he set fire to the companions piled up on the city road.

The exhausted attackers and defenders just stared silently at the piles of burning corpses on the city road and the dilapidated Tudik Fortress, reflected in the blazing firelight. Everyone was waiting, the Samors were waiting for reinforcements, and the Zivache people were there. Wait until the catapult is built,

"How far are our scouts from Turundik?" Fatty asked sternly on his horse. The cool night wind blowing in his face could not dispel the anxiety in Fatty's heart. Behind him were Crolisat and the Guards. Changsalong, on the surrounding mountain roads, long dragons composed of torches are moving forward rapidly.

This time Fatty not only mobilized garrisons from various places in the southern Samor region, but also mobilized the Crolisat Flag Regiment and the Sanwa Longbowmen who are good at mountain warfare. A reinforcement force of nearly 30,000 people poured in like a river flowing into the sea. Towards Sartos, because it was a mountainous battle, most of the troops mobilized this time were light infantry. The Samor Light Cavalry Regiment is undergoing supplementary training due to heavy losses in the Battle of Kyoto.

"Report sir! The news from the frontline scouts, picture, Turundik Fortress is still in our hands!" A guard galloped over on a war horse. Because he dismounted too quickly, he jumped off the horse that had not stopped. He came down and rolled a few times in the mountain bushes.

"What did you say!" The fat man could hardly believe his ears. He walked over quickly, picked up the guard who was still lying on the ground, and asked sharply, "You said Turundik is still in our hands?"

"Yes, sir," the guard said hoarsely after just catching his breath.

"But according to scout observation, the outer wall of Turundik Fortress has been lost. Now only the inner city still hangs the falcon battle flag! Outside the city, a legion of about 8,000 people is besieging the fortress!"

"Okay, very good!" When the fat man heard that the enemy was still in the fortress, he smiled instead of angry, and ordered to the surrounding guards, "Speed ​​up the whole army. I will use the blood of the enemy tonight to comfort the souls of the heroes who died in the south!"

Outside Turundyk Fortress, Ziva Cheze camped. Olemite looked into the distance with complicated eyes. Turundyk Fortress looked like a giant beast lurking in the dark night. The brutal fighting during the day was still lingering in Olemite's heart. , the unyielding momentum of the Samor warriors made this Nanfang still stick to the code of knightly glory in his heart even in the chaos of Zhiva Cheze. The famous general was heartbroken and gave up on the city wall. The whole army withdrew to rest. This was what Olemite proposed. "Tomorrow, these last warriors will become cold corpses!" Olemite sighed and shook his head. The woods rustled in the night wind, and a strange whistling sound pierced the night sky, which made Omlet's expression change.

In a dense mountain forest 300 meters to the left of the camp, countless fire points suddenly appeared and arced rapidly towards the camp of Riva Cheze.

"Oh no, it's the Ciwa long archers!" Omlet, who had fought against the Ciwa barbarians for eight years, felt a chill on his back. No one knew better than him. In the complex terrain of the mountain forest, these people are agile and move as fast as flying. The Zhiva long archers are definitely the nightmare of all Zhiva Cheze light infantry.

"It's on fire! It's on fire!" With the help of the mountain wind, the fire quickly plunged the Zhiva Cheze camp into a sea of ​​flames. Thousands of Zhiva Cheze soldiers were surrounded by fire, and panicked deserters were everywhere.

"Use all your strength! It's time for us, the Ciwa tribe, to settle accounts with the Riwa Cheze people." Kesastai's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the Riwa Cheze people fleeing in the fire. Around him, countless Ciwa longbowmen also had fire in their eyes, constantly bending their bows and shooting arrows of revenge. The feud between Riwa Cheze and the Great Southern Swamp has lasted for hundreds of years. More than 100,000 Ciwa people died at the hands of the Riwa Cheze people. Every member of the tribe has a complex fire burning in their hearts

(I'm not in good shape today, sorry, I'll make up for the lack of words tomorrow)