Nalan Jingyu, standing atop the city wall, felt her heart bleed.
The thousands of Nalan tribe warriors on the city wall have lost more than half of their number.
But with two or three hundred Russian soldiers guarding the area, they couldn't break through at all.
Nalan Jingyu tried to rush down like a madman, but he was quickly pulled back by his personal guards.
"Young Master, it is precisely at times like these that we must not act rashly."
"Young Master, they just want us to charge down; they can easily shoot us down."
“Young Master, we are the only hope for the people in the city. If we all die in battle, the people in the city will be slaughtered at will.”
Nalan Jing's tone was frantic; he had never felt so powerless.
He tried to rush down, but all the gun barrels below were pointed at them.
"Don't stop me! Even if I die, I can't live such a pathetic life!" Nalan Jingyu broke free from the crowd and ran downstairs again.
He hadn't run more than a few steps when he was tackled to the ground.
"Young Master, you must calm down."
“If our young master dies, then our entire tribe will be completely finished.”
“Young Master, there is a saying in the Great Xia Dynasty: ‘A moment of patience brings calm, a step back opens up a vast sky.’”
"Young Master, we must be patient at this time."
Nalan Jingyu was pinned to the ground. He tried to struggle, but several people held him firmly in place.
"I don't want to be a coward."
"I don't want to live like this."
"Living like this is worse than being dead."
Just then, the gunfire below the city gate stopped.
The tribal warriors who had fallen and were injured below the city walls let out screams of agony.
Several soldiers from the Rakshasa Kingdom walked over, brandishing the swords at their waists.
Swish swish...
Swish swish swish...
These guys chopped off the heads of all the wounded soldiers.
Gregory heard Nalan Jingyu's voice from the city wall.
He gave a cold laugh: "You barbarians are all a bunch of cowards."
“Look down from the city walls. Our people are ravaging your women, killing your elders and children, and burning your homes.”
You cowards, you can do nothing about it.
I am truly ashamed of you.
"Cowards, you might as well die on that tower forever."
Upon hearing this, many warriors from the Nalan tribe quickly poked their heads out to look into the city.
Just then, gunshots rang out once again.
The Nalan tribe warriors who had just poked their heads out were unable to dodge in time and were shot in the head.
One by one, they screamed and fell from the city wall.
Gregory laughed: "You are not only cowards, but also idiots."
“You people are only fit to cower in there. I don’t think any of you deserve to live.”
There were also many soldiers on the city wall, who could not stand the mockery of these Russians.
"These sons of bitches, I'd rather die standing than live on my knees."
"I'll fight them to the death, even if it means I die."
Many people secretly took bows and arrows and shot at the guards at the stairs from multiple directions.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
In an instant, hundreds of arrows flew from all directions.
These Russian soldiers did not expect their opponents to pull this stunt.
Just now, the guards on the city wall were stunned by their attack.
Only now did the warriors of the Nalan tribe on the city wall realize that charging down would only lead to their deaths.
Each of them was a master archer; with a single volley of arrows, dozens of Russian soldiers were struck.
Some arrows hit the opponent's temple directly.
Some archers shot through the enemy's throat.
Some arrows pierced straight through the opponent's chest.
The soldiers of the Rakshasa Kingdom panicked at this moment.
"These damned barbarians! Bring another 200 soldiers!" Gregory roared.
Soon, a whistle rang out from among the Russian soldiers.
Another 200 heavily armed Russian soldiers ran over.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Countless arrows rained down from the city walls.
Snap snap snap...
Slap! Slap!
Biu biu biu……
A hail of bullets also rained down on the city wall.
Both sides sustained injuries.
The defenders on the city wall were overjoyed to see the Russian soldiers lying in pools of blood.
"These sons of bitches," Nalan Jingyu cursed angrily, "we can wear them down even if we have to."
“My warriors of the Nalan tribe, I now see that there is no need for us to rush down blindly.”
"Hide well and fire arrows at the enemy. Remember, killing one person breaks even, killing two people makes a profit."
“Yes…” The Nalan tribe warriors on the city wall gained confidence at this moment.
"Open your eyes wide, aim carefully, and don't let a single barbarian escape!" Gregory roared, raising his musket and aiming it at the city wall.
Firearms are far more powerful than bows and arrows.
However, every Russian soldier who is killed or wounded is one less soldier available.
Gregory roared at the Russian soldiers beside him, "Bring me a bunch of those barbaric people from the city, the more the better."
"I want to see how these barbarians on the city feel when they see their loved ones being held at gunpoint by us."
The Russian soldiers nodded and quickly ran away.
In less than half an incense stick's time.
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