Wizard From Afar

The black smoke obscures the sun and the drums of war rang!

With the sound of the desolate horn and the smoke and dust on the grassland, half a month later, the half-man Ma Dajun who surrounded Thousand Tent City finally launched an offensive against the city fortress once again.

The roar of the iron cavalry broke the final tranquility and caused the alarm bells to ring in the city full of fear; nervous soldiers and messengers ran back and forth between the city wall and the tower, messy footsteps and scolding The sound made the atmosphere of lose one's head out of fear heavier.

The blood-stained Boy warriors sat in a pile on the city wall silently, wiping the gun heads and sabers in their hands; the refugees hiding in the fortresses and cellars were people were alarmed The screams of the children and the wailing of the elderly and the wounded are mixed with the loud noises from time to time outside the city fortress.

"Are they... here again?"

A youngster dressed in armor and disheveled hair walked up the city wall surrounded by guards with a blood-stained face. With deep worries and fears, he even had to hold on to the wall to prevent his legs from falling down.

In spite of this, the guards and warriors on the city wall are still respectful to this youngster and dare not slack in the slightest.

"Is there any news about Seth Uncle... Master Harimvan Ashamed, or news about my grandfather Laszlo Varna?"

"Very Regret, nothing." A general standing behind him stepped forward and looked down at the lonely youngster: "After Sete Braha count successfully broke through, the Centaur completely sealed the last road. , Belo Varna Young Master."

"Really?"

Youngster nodded, this situation did not surprise him; Belo Varna went to the guard On the edge of the wall, he looked down at the outside of the city with his tired eyes.

The billowing black smoke covering the heavens, shielding the sun, spread all over every corner outside the fortress, encircling the city of Thousand Tends; anywhere in the line of sight, you can see the centaur warriors shouting wildly The silhouette of the battle, galloping horizontally and horizontally.

Looking at the scene outside the city that seemed to be seen only in hell, Belo Varna closed his eyes abruptly, tried his best to suppress his fear and calm himself down as much as possible.

Yes, this is a battle doomed to lose.

Compared with the enemy outside the city, even though he and the people around him have tried their best, the atmosphere of despair is still irresistible in the city.

But it's not because the people in Thousand Tent City are too weak, but they know how irreversible the situation they are facing!

Four people face forty people, maybe you can get some advantages through cooperation and terrain; but when this number continues to expand, it becomes four hundred to four thousand, four thousand to four thousand...the situation It is impossible to reverse again.

Especially after Sete Braha led the cavalry to break through, Thousand Tent City also lost its last 1,000 hussars, and could only watch the villages and camps outside the city one by one. In the flames and massacre, the centaur turned into ruins of bones!

After nearly three months of bloody battles, there are only more than 3,000 riddled with scars left in the city of Thousand Tent; the weapons are also so badly worn out that even three warriors can be assigned a saber. The situation where five soldiers share a horn bow.

After talking with the veterans, Belo Varna focused the overwhelming majority veterans on maneuvering under the city, leaving only a few sentries and engineers who operate defensive equipment on each city wall.

On the one hand, because the extra troops are useless at all, the scattered arrangement will only be defeated separately; on the other hand, once the city is broken, the main force of the city defense can still have the chance to fight to the death.

"Woo——————!!!"

With the sound of the desolate horn, the smoke and dust rolled up by tens of thousands of centaurs billowed like a dark tide Move, approaching the city gate of Thousand Tent City at an extremely terrifying speed.

The wave of black is getting closer and the dull rumbling sound is getting louder and louder.

Belo Varna was stunned in shock, watching the continuously concentrated "waves" from all sides-in the past two months, the Centaur has never organized such a large scale Siege.

Just a hundred steps away from the city wall, the Centaur has even set up dozens of trebuchets-in the past two months, Thousand Tent City Half of the towers were turned into ruins by these "huge toys".

Is this plan to stake all on one throw and break the city in one fell swoop? !

"They are going to attack——!"

In the loud noise of the trembling earth, the general behind Belo Varna hurriedly pulled him back from the city wall, hoarse. Yelled: "Prepare to defend, prepare to defend——!"

There was panic on the city wall, and only the veterans could stand on their posts at a moderate pace; waving their fists and hilts , Interrupted the prayers and crying of the recruits with the most rude means.

In this chaos, Belo Varna, who barely recovered his composure, also began to fulfill his duties as a blood relative of the Duke: "Calm! Warriors of Poi, don’t let the enemy’s influence I'm scared!"

"Believe in your robes, in your lance and sword!" After swallowing hard, Belo Varna shouted:

"You stand on the city wall of Thousand Tent City, our ancestors built her, our fathers guarded her-are you going to throw down your weapons and escape, or are you like our fathers?!"

"Sete Braha count has gone to Byrne to request reinforcements. The hussars of Jonah's family are assembled in Da Boi, and your duke, my grandfather Laszlo Varna's army is also on the way!" His voice is not majestic, but full of impassionedness:

"Brothers, hold on to the end! Let us slaughter our relatives, our brother’s centaur barbarian a debt of blood must be paid in blood! "

"a debt of blood must be paid in blood ————————!!!"

In the tragic cry, the soldiers on the city wall Finally, his calmness and order were restored amidst the roar of the iron cavalry.

Belo Varna was finally relaxed, although his expression still had a trace of loneliness that could not be concealed.

Grandfather Laszlo Varna’s life or death is unknown, and he doesn’t know where he is. Byrne in the south is still in chaos. No one knows when a new duke will be elected.

As for the Jonah family...I’m afraid Sarika Jonah will come gladly only when she is dead, and take the Thousand Tent City back from the centaur’s hands like a savior, right?

No one knows when those so-called "reinforcements" will come...or even if they will come.

In spite of this, Belo Varna still has a strong fighting spirit, gathering his army under the city wall, preparing to fight to the death with the siege centaur.

Only by holding on to the city of Thousand Tendencies, can you wash away the shame of being defeated by the centaur and putting his grandfather and the entire Poe into a crisis.

"Ballista strikes——!"

The sentry's exclamation made Belo look back suddenly, but before he came back to his senses, he saw one The huge shadow assaults the senses.

"Boom————————!!!"

The bursting loud noise trembled everyone’s eardrums, and it sounded like the entire world. Collapsed!

The trembling city wall made Belo stand unstable and his feet tremble; if it weren't for the generals behind him from start to finish, they would drag him hard, and he would not be directly caught by the oncoming stone cannon. Smash it into meat sauce.

When he barely stood firm, he saw a huge pit on the tower above his head, and half of the retaining wall was crushed; the ballistas and engineers on the city wall No trace, only a blood-stained ruin remained.

At the same time, there is a more violent rumbling sound around one after another; one after another huge white smoke constantly rises on the city wall, the solid wall is pitted, the outermost layer The retaining wall even disintegrated, exposing the rock in the wall.

During the siege of more than two months, the Centaur also used the trebuchet strikes to cross the city wall of Thousand Tent, but almost all of them were random shooting without any precision, which was more threatening and courageous; The main thing is to throw earth and rocks, and the mounds allow the centaur to rush up the city wall.

Although today is similarly messy, they are all strikes moved towards the same direction.

is it possible that …They plan to open the city gates with a trebuchet?

As soon as this weird thought flashed through his mind, Belo Varna suddenly woke up and immediately grabbed the shoulder of the general behind him:

"Let the city gate The army dispersed, these centaur barbarians are going to..."

In the words, a loud noise accompanied by vibrations suddenly rose from under the city wall.

The city gate was broken open!