Murong Feng led more than 200 tribal warriors down from the city wall.
However, after Gregory and his men entered the city, they went straight to the city walls.
Is this a place for you?
"What are you trying to do?" Nalan Feng asked angrily.
Gregory gave a cold laugh: "My esteemed sir, I regret to inform you that this city is now ours."
Nalan Feng saw a cunning smile on Geli Gaoli's lips and immediately realized that something was wrong.
Just then, gunshots rang out.
Dozens of bullets flew down the steps and straight up to the city wall.
Murong Feng and his group had no way to escape; it all happened too suddenly.
Murong Feng and dozens of others were shot, and they screamed as they tumbled down from the city wall.
After the Russian soldiers rushed into the city, they quickly dispersed.
One group, led by Gregory, headed straight for the city walls, while the other group rushed into the city.
Gunshots were heard everywhere.
The dense barrage of gunfire was like a continuous clatter of beans.
Nalan Jingyu then realized that she had just been tricked by these guys.
"Those sons of bitches. How dare they try to lie to me."
"The warriors rushed down and closed the city gates."
At Nalan Jingyu's command, millions more warriors rushed down the city tower stairs.
Gregory and his men all aimed their muskets at these men.
"Ready...fire..." came the command.
The sound of gunfire rang out once again.
A hail of bullets flew past.
The warriors of the Nalan tribe fell to the ground one after another, tumbling down the city wall.
Several hundred men charged three or four times in succession, but none of them were able to reach the city gate.
Even if they manage to reach the city gate now, they won't be able to close it.
The more than 1,000 people from the Rakshasa Kingdom have basically all rushed in.
Gregory brandished his pistol: "Warriors, trap the defenders on the city walls!"
"If they dare to come down, wipe them all out."
Gregory and his two or three hundred men were stationed at the top of the city wall.
Their purpose is clear.
They don't rush forward.
But the soldiers guarding the city walls won't be able to come down either.
As long as they come down.
These musketeers were able to kill them.
Nalan Jingyu and her group couldn't stay on the city wall forever.
The Russian soldiers who stormed into the city burned, killed, and looted their way through.
Soon, a raging fire broke out in the city.
These Russian soldiers were a bunch of demons; they killed anyone they saw and dragged women into houses to rape them.
Anyone who dared to resist would be smashed on the head with the butt of their rifle, or stabbed with the bayonet of their rifle.
The cries and screams of the people in the city filled the air.
A raging fire broke out.
Thick smoke billowed into the sky.
Many people were at a loss, running around like headless flies.
Whether adults or children, anyone spotted by the soldiers of the Rakshasa Kingdom was shot dead.
At this time, on the stairs leading from the city tower to the city below.
The corpses of the defending soldiers piled up like mountains.
Nalan Jingyu was filled with remorse.
He hadn't expected that his momentary sympathy would lead to this.
But this brought disaster to the entire tribe.
"Warriors of the tribe, follow me and charge down!" Nalan Jingyu roared.
"The young master and his men's muskets are aimed at the stairs. Even if we rush down, it's useless. We simply can't get through."
Ignoring everything else, Nalan Jingyu rushed to the top of the stairs, when another burst of gunfire rang out from below.
A hail of bullets pounded the city walls.
Sparks flew as they rubbed against the city wall.
Stones on the city wall were smashed and scattered in the air.
Fortunately, Nalan Jingyu's personal guard pulled him back; otherwise, those bullets would have blown his head off.
"Young Master, don't expect to rush down the stairs."
"They were too fierce. The stairs were littered with the bodies of our warriors."
“It won’t be easy for us to climb over those corpses. Even if we do, we’ll become their target.”
Nalan Jingyu roared, "The people in the city are being slaughtered by them, are we just going to cower here like cowards?"
"Young Master, our only option is to jump from the city wall into the city."
"This city wall is too high. Even if you don't die if you jump down, you'll be injured."
"At that time, we'll become easy targets for others."
For a moment, everyone was at a loss for what to do.
Just then, they saw a raging fire also breaking out in the direction of the Snow Wolf City County Government Office.
Nalan Jingyu: "That is the chief's residence."
The leader of the Nalan tribe was none other than Nalan Jingyu's father, Nalan Mingzhu.
If Nalan Mingzhu is killed, the Nalan tribe is very likely to fall apart.
"Chief..." Just then, one of the guards on the city wall shouted again.
Some people rushed down the stairs of the city gate tower.
Some people jumped off the city wall.
Those who rushed down the city gate tower stairs unsurprisingly became easy targets.
Gregory took out the whiskey hanging from his waist, gently unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.
"This bunch of barbarians are like monkeys."
"Don't fire yet. Wait until they crawl over these corpses before you fire."
The soldier next to Gregory smiled slightly: "Sir, I think we don't need to waste bullets. When they get past the corpses, our bayonets will be able to hit their heads."
Gregory: "That won't do. We must maintain our battle formation."
"Yes, sir..."
Dozens of people rushed down the stairs.
They heard no gunshots and were overjoyed.
More and more people crowded towards the staircase of the city gate tower.
As the first group of people trudged over the corpses, the intense gunfire erupted once again.
A cacophony of gunshots rang out.
Dozens of warriors from the Nalan tribe were hit by bullets.
They screamed and fell to the ground.
Bright red blood flowed down the stairs, gathering into small streams.
The warriors of the Nalan tribe behind them cried out in alarm and quickly turned to run up the city wall.
A bullet came flying from behind.
They were shot in the back and fell backward to the ground with screams.
Those who jumped from the city wall suffered even more horrific injuries.
The sound of bones breaking echoed continuously.
This city gate tower is a full 20 meters high.
That's equivalent to five or six stories.
Some people were literally thrown to their deaths.
Even if some people are not killed on the spot, they are seriously injured.
To expect these severely injured people to fight against the ruthless Rakshasa soldiers is simply wishful thinking and a pipe dream.
Gregory looked at the Nalan tribe warriors who had fallen to the ground: "They're just a bunch of useless barbarians. You few go over there and cut off all their heads."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
