Realm of Power

The remnants of Tire's army on the top of the city took advantage of the heights to continuously attack Satang Gong Jiazhou below. Stones and arrowheads were mixed and smashed down, which caused a lot of trouble for the Samor army below who was occupying the street. Fatty ordered two infantry flag regiments to clear the remaining troops on the wall and occupy the high city wall.

The two Northern Army Flag Regiments who received the order, under the cover of the heavy-duty Thor, slowly approached the city entrance using a truck, and the truck's baffle made a squeezing sound on the city wall. The lowered ten-meter baffle creates a passage between the city road entrance and the building car.

"Pah!" Countless spears were like tentacles extending from the carriages. "Kill!" Samor's heavy-armed spearmen swarmed out with their shields in hand. Several boulders came down and smashed the first few Samor siege soldiers. Lower the crenel,

But this did not hinder the enthusiasm of the Samor people to attack. More than a dozen black crowds poured out from the entrance of the building like a rushing flood.

"Kill! Drive these Samors down!" The Tire army, who was waiting in full formation, shouted and "persuaded" to erect a dense row of gun walls on the city wall. Raindrops hit the shields of the Samur hoplites

The spears collided with each other, like the teeth of two giant beasts biting each other, and blood spattered from the gap between the shield and the spear. Although the Tyrian army was inferior to the Samorian soldiers in terms of combat effectiveness, they relied on their strength to hold on to the narrow crenel in front of the barrier.

The Tyrians knew that if they could not stop the heroic and fighting Samor army at the entrance of the city block, the Samor people who rushed up the city wall would kill them all or drive them off the city wall. This kind of close-quarters strangulation battle took no prisoners and killed red-eyed soldiers. Will subconsciously kill all the people wearing different clothes, because you have no chance to identify them carefully, the distance is too close. Shield against shield, eye against eye. Everyone pushed forward crazily, like two giant beasts pushing against a cow

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Smash the Samors down!" The captains of the Tire army shouted. Next to them were hundreds of trebuchets of the Tire army pulling the winches frantically, and countless whistling sounds passed through the air. . Stones hit the building like raindrops,

"Bang bang!" The baffles of the truck were like a small boat in a storm. Two baffles of the truck were smashed on the spot. Nearly two teams of Samor soldiers fell from high altitude like raindrops, and the rocks fell like raindrops. Many of the Tyrians on their heads were also killed. This is completely a tactic of killing both sides. The Tyrians at the battlements still refused to retreat in the face of the stone bullets, showing extremely strong tenacity.

"Shoot! Give these bastards some color!" A burst of arrows shot out from the entrance of the building. Suddenly a mass of Samorian heavy infantry fell down and started to kill, and the heavy ballistae was effectively pulled onto the carriage. This has become a habit of the Samor Army in siege. Since the crossbows performed outstandingly on the city walls in the Battle of Thirteen Forts in the North, the crossbows have become the number one weapon for sieges.

"Kill! Rush over! Rush over." The morale of the Samor army was high, and the soldiers rushed towards the battlements with ferocious expressions. The ballista behind them caused a lot of damage to the Tire garrison at the top of the city, but people still rushed up to block the gap. The battlements became a battlefield where both sides were strangulating, like a monster that was constantly devouring flesh and blood. Broken limbs and corpses continued to fall from the battlements. Falling down, washed away by the cold moat

This was the first time that Samor's army saw troops charging stubbornly in the face of frontal fire from heavy crossbows. This can no longer be called tenacity, this is madness, the madness before destruction. The Samorian crossbowmen formed a firing line next to the heavy crossbow, and the Tyrians fell one by one,

"Damn! These Tyrians are crazy". A Samor squadron leader pulled out a spear from a defender and brought out a shower of blood. He looked around with red eyes. The corpses were piled on top of each other, almost half a meter high. , the Tyrians were driven together, leaving only more than a hundred people still desperately resisting. A dozen crossbow carts had been pushed up, and the dense crossbow arrows knocked the last resisters to the ground.

The top of the entire castle was covered with corpses, at least five to six thousand. There's not even a place to put your feet down. The thick red human blood dyed the battlements red, and you could pull out the bleeding threads by raising your feet. The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood, and many of the corpses were clearly old people and children. Such a tragic scene made him, a veteran, feel palpitations.

The heavy thunder gods on the high hills outside the city continued to bombard them until the afternoon. Thick black smoke rose up in the city. Houses mixed with stone and soil collapsed in the bursting flames. The earth trembled amidst the rumble of cannons, but Tire People still firmly occupy most of the streets in the city.

In the meantime, Isalitai led the longbow brigade to launch several assaults. The longbowmen with powerful long-range attacks suppressed the shooters on the Tyrian rooftops. But they were unable to suppress the trebuchets with a longer range. Every time when the longbow brigade attacked, the stones from the opposite streets fell like raindrops, leaving the Samor crossbowmen and longbowmen at a loss, as did the heroic and capable Samor army. It was the first time I encountered such a difficult opponent,

Facing the Tire people, they put on a posture of destroying the city and broke into the city in the afternoon. At the cost of more than a hundred lives, the Tusamoor army occupied this short street and entered. With bloodstains on it, this person became the temporary headquarters of the Samor Army...

"Incompetent!" The fat man's face was livid. All the flag captains stood opposite with pale faces. The huge city map was spread out on four tables together. The fat man's angry eyes swept across their faces. "You are the glory." The undefeated Samor soldiers. But look what kind of battle you are fighting! The 3rd Banner Regiment was crippled in one morning. Is this a bunch of stupid soldiers? Damn. No! Even a bunch of idiots are better than you."

Facing the fat man's anger, the flag captains lowered their heads in shame. This cannot be blamed on them. Not only did the Tire people build Til Fort into a strong copper wall, but they were also very well prepared. All the streets were arranged as death traps. It is basically difficult to come out completely after walking in, including the Tire army and the original residents of Tire city. The number of soldiers was almost double that of the Samor Army. The trebuchets in various streets greatly reduced the Samor Army's powerful crossbow assault capability. The piled stones almost blocked the roads, and the heavy siege infantry could not defeat the dual purpose of trebuchets and arrowheads. Climbing over rocks while shooting.

"Go ahead! My subordinates think we should change this attack tactic!" A flag regiment leader looked at the fat man hesitantly, with a hesitant expression on his face. "The enemy is very well prepared. There are hundreds of defenders in the city." If the tight streets continue to be used up like this, we won't be able to capture this city even in three days, my subordinate suggested.

"Say!" Fatty's face was ashen. The half-day fierce battle and the heavy casualties of the soldiers aroused Fatty's anger. "How long has it been since this happened? You are still hiding it like this! As long as you can capture Tilburg, I don't care what you use." way!"

"My subordinates suggest putting the Thunder God on the city wall!" The flag commander took a deep breath, mustered up all his courage and responded loudly. There was no more gnawing sound, but it was enough to explain his intention, and the entire command headquarters fell into a dead silence. , yes, put the Thor on the city wall, so that most of the entire area of ​​Tilburg can be covered by artillery fire. But this is not much different from ordering a massacre.

The fat man's face was gloomy. Such a bloody and cruel order to massacre the city was a test of his endurance. The fat man stood by the window with his hands behind his back. In front of him was the city of Tire, which was billowing with smoke. There were shouts of fighting outside the room. The sky was already dimming. This tragic battle lasted from early morning to night. Countless Samorian soldiers were raising their weapons. The streets of Er city were fought with bloody battles. Every minute I hesitated, brave Samor soldiers were dying.

"To kill or not to kill?" The fat man clenched his fingers. This is a difficult choice. Killing will lead to rivers of blood. Thunder God's volley will inevitably cause blood and flesh to fly everywhere. A large number of civilians will be killed and injured. The entire Tilburg will be reduced to ashes. If you don't kill, the fight will continue slowly, at least After tens of thousands of people were filled in, it was possible to advance to the main hall of Tire Castle, where there were also the recharged Tire Castle Guards. Based on this calculation, the Samor army was still defeated although it was victorious. This will definitely be the most disastrous and humiliating battle for the Samor Army.

"Hive me the heavy cannon onto the city wall. Blow me to pieces for the main castle of Tire." The fat man turned around, punched the map on the table, and gave a categorical order. The entire Til Fort is as wide as a mile wide. The main hall of Til Fort is about 1,300 meters away from the city wall, which is right in front of the Heavy Thunder God. Within the range of the shelling, blowing up the main fortress of Tire was like breaking the spiritual backbone of the Tire people. The fat man thought of the decapitation tactics used by the US military in attacking Iraq. The commanders of the Tire family must be gathered in the current hall of Tirburg. If luck breaks out, Tilnarant, the leader of the Tire family, may be blown into the sky.

At night, the Samor army temporarily stopped attacking. After a day of fierce fighting, both sides needed a rest. The streets were filled with rubble, and the trebuchets loomed in the smoke and dust in the distance. The shooters on the roofs became the killers in this dark night world. dominate. Samorian crossbowmen and Tyrian archers engage in a hustle-free battle on the rooftops. The whizzing sound of arrowheads scraped through the night sky, reminding the resting infantrymen below that the war was still going on. From time to time, muffled sounds could be heard from the roof, and then corpses rolled down the edge of the house.

The city wall on the east side was completely bright. The heavy thunder god weighing a thousand kilograms was tied up with more than a dozen thick ropes. Under the action of the pole pulley, it was slowly pulled up the towering city wall by more than a dozen heavy soldiers. In the middle of the night, the fat man led more than a dozen people. A guard walked up to the incomplete city wall, and there were piles of corpses everywhere, some from the Samorian army, and more from the Tyrians. The lights of the main hall of the Tyrian castle could be vaguely seen in the black curtain in the distance.

"Sir! When we were cleaning up the corpses, we caught a survivor! I think he can explain a lot. Things that the generals don't know." A captain of the Samor squad came over. Although he did not recognize who the fat man was, the glorious saber on the waist of the Samor guards told him that this was a big shot. Not all soldiers knew Fatty, especially in the north where the net had just rested in the central part. Many new people have joined the army.