My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 652 A Fair and Just Judgment

"Give the barbarians another fire stone!"

As the excited words rang out, a Tang army soldier swung his sword to cut the rope, and the stone bullets soaked in kerosene flew into the sky with flames.

The smoke of war rose into the sky and slammed into the panic-stricken city with a whistling sound.

As it passed below, there were dense groups of figures climbing up the city wall, holding the swords in their mouths, flipping out the small shields on their backs, and leaping into the forest of guns in front.

"Ahhhh-"

Crazy and hysterical screams came from the mouths of Tang soldiers who jumped into the gun formation. They used their shields to block the stabbing spears and waved their swords wildly. Blood splashed into their eyes and broken flesh covered their faces.

Soon after, the second and third Tang soldiers came rushing to support with shields or crossbows. The spear formation in front of them barely held for a while before being hit by ten consecutive crossbow arrows, causing chaos in the front row.

The Tang army soldier who charged into the crowd was hit by several spears, his thighs, shoulders, and even one ear was pierced so that only half of it was left hanging on the side of his head. However, he waved his sword wildly and continued to push the gun formation in front of him frantically.

A dozen soldiers from the Third Legion of Nongma were frightened by the madness of the Seris soldiers on the opposite side and were forced to retreat for a while.

Then the reinforcements arrived and stopped the retreat, and once again pressed towards the Seres on the opposite side.

The soldiers who are advancing here and want to gain a foothold naturally do not want to be killed and pushed back, so they maintain the existing three-person team to buy time for their comrades who are climbing up the ladders behind.

A centurion of the Thimphu Legion rushed over. He was taller than the Seres who were guarding the ladders on the opposite side. He was confident of his bravery and fighting skills, so he pounced directly over.

Over there, the Tang soldier with half an ear missing had half his face covered in blood. He instinctively raised his shield. The incoming knife light hit the shield with a bang. At that moment, the Tang soldier stabbed through the shield with his knife, piercing the centurion of the Nongma Legion directly.

"I killed an official!"

The Tang soldier with half an ear roared excitedly, and then a feather arrow flew over, brushed the edge of the shield, deflected, and nailed his shoulder.

"Back off, little dog, back off and hide behind us!"

Seeing their companion shot by an arrow, one of the remaining two put away his crossbow, raised his small shield to protect the soldier who was shot on the shoulder, while the other waved his spear to push back the two approaching thick-horse soldiers, then turned around and yelled at his comrade holding the shield.

"Bandage him, quickly!"

"There's no time. You can't handle it alone!"

The soldier holding the shield did not retreat, but protected his companion who was shot by the arrow and retreated to the other side of the parapet. Then five more thick-horse soldiers came to kill them, and more Tang soldiers climbed up the parapet behind them, and fired a burst of crossbows at the five thick-horse soldiers.

"Another one is coming up, we have to stand firm!"

"kill!"

The Tang army soldier who had just arrived joined the team of three people in front without saying a word and shouted.

The battle for the city wall stretched from this corner to the left and right directions of the city wall, from near to far. The 4,000 Tang army soldiers attacked like a tide, showing their madness as soon as the battle began.

Rockets were shot up from waves of cavalrymen below, hitting people and setting their armor on fire, and also hitting flagpoles and flags, with flames rolling up black smoke and rushing up into the sky.

In the hell-like scene, the soldiers of the Nongma Fifth Auxiliary Corps who had not yet reinforced the city walls and the young and strong men who were conscripted from the city were also frantically carrying supplies up the stairs inside the city wall.

Occasionally, stone bullets and stray arrows flew over, and a few figures with blood on their faces would roll down the stairs or fall off the city wall.

Even though almost all the forces defending the city were mobilized, there was still an illusion that it could not be defended.

The Seris people from the Eastern Empire had extremely rich experience in sieges and field battles. As soon as the war broke out, they launched a fierce attack on the entire eastern city wall that was more than ten miles long.

Stone bullets, rain of arrows, fearless soldiers, and them covered in weapons and fine armor, this crushing attack made the soldiers of the Thick Horse Legion on every section of the city wall feel terrified.

However, they only sent out two battalions of troops. If they sent in the rest of the troops and added dozens of ladders, no one would dare to imagine such a scene.

However, this is what the soldiers and conscripted young and strong laborers thought.

Several legion commanders defending the city, including Gawain and Lancelot, had different opinions. Although the situation seemed critical, the city walls were actually safe. What really made them anxious was that the battle was so fierce with only two battalions of troops, which might be a test of their will to defend the city and their logistical supplies.

No matter which one of them has a problem, their weaknesses will be exposed, and the Emperor Ceres on the opposite side only needs to launch a series of attacks against the weaknesses, making the weaknesses bigger and bigger, and the city walls may not be able to be defended.

"Lancelot, tell the people below to ensure the supply of supplies for defending the city, and also to keep the soldiers' morale high, even if it's just an illusion."

The wise knight Gawain watched for a while and then quickly expressed his thoughts. He was dissatisfied with Sackpruit in the past, but now that King Arthur has replaced him, there is no need to hide it anymore.

He had just finished speaking when a group of Mongolian light cavalry galloped outside the city and shot another wave of arrows at the city wall, forcing the archers who had just appeared on this section of the wall and wanted to fight back to retract their heads.

A stray arrow brushed past a shield and shot towards Gawain who was not far away. Fortunately, Lancelot was right next to him. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the feather arrow that was about to hit Gawain.

Then, it broke in his hand with a snap.

"It's too dangerous. You go down first."

Lancelot spoke in a low voice, and Gawain was about to refute, but at a section of the city wall not far from them, the defensive guns showed signs of fatigue, and the originally suppressed climbing point suddenly erupted with the sound of metal clashing.

The Tang army soldiers rushed forward madly and quickly tore open the defense of the spearman team. In just a few breaths, they caused shocking casualties.

Eleven of the forty-man gun formation were killed in less than a moment.

The previous wave of stone bullets had already suppressed the morale of some soldiers defending Nongma City, and their willingness to fight had also dropped a lot.

At this moment, the amazing fighting power of the Seris people in climbing the city and fighting made them even more terrified.

However, the generals and soldiers defending the city were all selected by Lancelot himself. There were also veterans drawn from the defeat on the front line. Faced with such an attack, although their morale was suppressed, they would not abandon the city and flee.

However, if they wanted to beat back the Tang soldiers standing on the city wall, their combat effectiveness was often insufficient. They had to pay a price of almost five to one to force the enemy back and narrow the scope.

The light of the sky flashed from the clouds to the center, and the battle on the city wall became more intense. A new group of Mongolian light cavalry once again shot rockets onto the city wall from below.

The burning corpses and wooden shields created clouds of black smoke that spread all over the city walls.

"People of Seris, I will fight you!"

A soldier guarding the city was stabbed several times and rushed towards a Tang army soldier who had just come up from the opposite side. The two hugged each other and fell from the city wall.

"Gun formation forward, don't retreat!"

Orders continued to be conveyed on the city wall, and teams of prepared auxiliary troops began to climb up the city wall and run along various sections of the wall to provide support.

The archers of the Third Legion, who had received supplies and support, were finally able to shoot arrows again. A bearded archer leaned half of his body out and shot an arrow at the crowd of people surrounding the ladder below. As he let out a cry of pain, he was hit in the throat by the stray arrow and soon turned into a corpse.

At a climbing point not far away, Tang soldiers with knives in their mouths climbed up the parapet, followed closely by their comrades guarding the climbing point in front, and pounced on the rushing soldiers on thick horses.

In the battle formation of the Tang army on the plain, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong were getting a little anxious. They had been fighting for nearly three hours. Although they had climbed onto the city wall, the resistance consciousness of the defenders showed no signs of collapse, and they still held on to the defense of the wall firmly.

"Go ask the pharmacist when we can go up?"

"Old Qin, don't worry, Yuanba hasn't come yet!"

Yuchi Gong was also anxious, but at this moment he was a little more patient than Qin Qiong. As they watched, the siege tower was almost approaching the city wall.

After all, these two big guys are much taller than the original ones, and they are full of soldiers, and their weight is different from before.

Boom!
Boom!
The war drums suddenly sounded again. The two men turned around to look at Li Jing's position in their own formation. The drum carts sounded, meaning that the Tang army was about to increase the intensity of the attack.

At this time, stones were brought up from the city wall. Soldiers threw stones at the ladders and below where there were no points for climbing. Kerosene, hot water, and arrows were also mixed in.

The laborers who helped with the carrying kept moving in and out of the city wall following orders, and were then hit by stray arrows and fell in a pool of blood.

The Third Legion has now been crippled, and the Fifth Auxiliary Corps is constantly filling its shoes.

The wall section about five miles on the right was almost completely captured by the Seris people. Fortunately, Lancelot, with his personal guards and more than one hundred soldiers of the Judgment Legion, rushed over and dispersed the Seris people who had formed a formation of fifty people.

At the same time, a large number of wounded soldiers and young and strong laborers were dragged away, pulled down the city wall and sent to the wounded camp.

It was the hot autumn season again, and many people's wounds were not treated in time. In less than an hour, they were attracted by many flies and mosquitoes.

The wounds quickly became infected, and within two hours, the weaker man's condition gradually worsened.

The doctors and church pastors recruited from the city were all so busy that there was a shortage of medicinal herbs.

Tristan, one of the Twelve Knights, also helped with his soldiers. From the beginning of the war to now, he had hardly left the wounded camp.

The once noble and beautiful appearance became shabby, with the face and hair covered with the blood of wounded soldiers.

Soon, soldiers from outside hurried into the wounded camp and found Tristan, who was in charge. The soldiers brought Lancelot's order, requiring the wounded camp to retreat immediately.

"why?"

"The Knight Commander said that the stone bullets of the Seris people are being adjusted again and may hit here!"

It was previously envisioned that the wounded camp was close to the inner city wall in order to facilitate the faster transportation of the wounded, but it was unexpected that the catapults of the Seris people were flexible and versatile, with a large angle of projection and strong force.

However, because their scorpion-tailed cannons were located inside the city, they were unable to adjust their angles and directions well, so that up to now the power of the scorpion-tailed cannons had not been fully exerted, allowing the enemy's stone bullets to effectively suppress the city walls and the city.

Tristan was not very willing to transfer the wounded based on such a simple order. The new site had not yet been determined, and many people might die from their wounds bursting and worsening during the transfer.

Just as he sent the soldier away, the sound of war drums outside the city could be vaguely heard amid the raging fighting on the other side of the city wall.

Afterwards, shouts were heard from the city walls.

"What happened?"

Tristan rushed out of the wounded tent and saw the soldiers outside running in a panic. He pulled a soldier over to ask him. The latter had bandages on his shoulders and neck, and seemed to have just been brought down from the city wall. He was originally lying on a stretcher, but when the war drums of the Seres sounded, the two soldiers carrying him put him down and turned around and ran towards the city wall.

"Reporting to Sir Knight Tristan, it seems that the people of Ceres pushed something up." said the wounded soldier.

……

On the city wall, Lancelot knocked away the charging Ceres soldiers with a sword and a shield. He stood behind the parapet, and in his sight, he saw two ten-foot-tall behemoths advancing towards this side with roars one after another.

"The Seres'... siege tower!"

He looked at the fields outside the wall and murmured for a moment.

On the plain, the huge siege wooden building was being protected by the Qin army array on both sides of the plain and was advancing forward.

“Hoo-ha!”

"Huh!"

More than a hundred people under the two slowly moving siege towers pushed this huge thing and shouted powerful rhythmic slogans.

Looking at the siege tower gradually approaching the city wall, Lancelot had a hunch that once these two big guys came over, the defense on the city wall would definitely be under unprecedented pressure.

"Gawain!"

He left the battle here and quickly returned to where he came from. The Knight of Wisdom who had been driven away was still holding on there with his men, sending orders to the legion commanders on his behalf.

"Go to the palace immediately and tell His Majesty that we must find a way to destroy the Seres' siege tower!"

"I'm afraid it's too late!"

Gawain had already seen the two big guys slowly approaching, but for Lancelot, he had to give it a try after all.

"Just go ahead, I'll buy time here!"

As he said this, he patted Gawain on the shoulder and said, "Everything is up to you, Gawain."

Gawain turned and left.

When they were almost at the stairs leading down to the city wall, Lancelot suddenly called out to him, "Tell my son, Galahad, that I, as his father, have always been proud of him!"

Gawain on the other side was obviously stunned for a moment, hesitated for a breath, nodded, and said: "I want you alive, Lancelot."

Then he quickly got down from the city wall, climbed onto his horse, and galloped towards the direction of the imperial palace.

"I thought so too."

Lancelot smiled as he watched the figure riding away on horseback. After a moment, he composed himself, threw the shield in his left hand to his feet, and walked step by step to the back of the parapet facing the enemy.

The knight's sword representing justice in his hand was slowly raised.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, light burst out from his body.

This is a skill he is proud of. Although it does not have as much combat power as the Fighting Soul Knight and the Thunder Knight, it can turn the tide under special circumstances.

That is to even out the disadvantages and advantages, and bring both sides back to a fair and just situation.

But with his body, he could probably only do half of it.

……

Secret technique: fair judgment!
……

The knight's long sword, held tightly in both hands, was suddenly pressed down, pointing outside the city.

In the field, two huge siege towers were moving slowly on the rugged road with the creaking sound of their six wheels.

The more than one hundred people pushing the siege tower suddenly felt a resistance.

The giant tower, which was still able to be moved, stopped instantly no matter how hard they tried. Even the Qin soldiers guarding around came to help.

It is also impossible to shake the advancement of the tower.

"what happened?!"

Behind the central army formation, even further back than Han Xin's chariot, Su Chen was riding on a horse. He was a martial arts expert and naturally had excellent eyesight.

Suddenly seeing the two siege towers stopped, he looked puzzled, "Go ask what's going on?"

At the critical moment of the siege, if something goes wrong with the important siege equipment, then today's siege will be in vain.

(End of this chapter)