A loud shout echoed on the city wall.

Old York hurriedly pulled the bolt and placed the telescope with the adjusted magnification on the butt of the gun, specifically targeting those nobles who were wearing gorgeous clothes.

During the previous two rounds of shooting, he had already found his target, the one with the most flashy clothes! "Charge... Charge!" Under the wall of the capital, Grand Duke Barrow shouted loudly. Although the intensive gunfire and the roar of artillery continued to sound on the battlefield, he did not feel the slightest fear in his heart. He believed that God was protecting him, and he also believed that the armor he bought at a high price had the best protection.

Faintly, Barrow seemed to have seen the moment when he rushed into the city, killed the false king Hattar, and put on the crown! An indescribable excitement filled his brain, but the next moment, his thoughts froze, and a round lead bullet broke through the air, instantly penetrating the divine barrier, and shot straight into Barrow's eyes through the gap in the armor!

The power of the magic was fading, and consciousness was quickly fading away. The moment Barrow lost consciousness, he suddenly realized that the so-called throne of king was just an illusory temptation, and they were just cannon fodder to consume the enemy.

"Perfect!" Old York, who had collected a head on the city wall, cheered for his outstanding marksmanship. The unlucky guy just now had such gorgeous armor, so he should be a nobleman after all, right?

That was another few gold coins! Old York happily replaced the bullets and continued to look for the next target with the telescope.

There were many musketeers who had the same little idea as him. All the nobles on the battlefield were dominated by divine magic and desires and soon died tragically on the spot amid the continuous gunfire.

Although not everyone was a sharpshooter, and the nobles were wearing the most sophisticated armor, they were still pointed at by more than a dozen muskets, and were shot into sieves after a round of shooting.

The increasing number of casualties also made the hot-blooded Hebrew and others gradually break free from the influence of the magic.

After all, they were not poor people who were easy to fool. Even though they were tempted to rule a kingdom, they could not resist the fear of death. Their charge became slower and slower, or they simply retreated to the back and commanded the army to fight...

The casualties among the soldiers were even more severe. In less than an hour, more than 4,000 people had died under the city wall, and the red blood dyed a large area of ​​land outside the city red...

The sounds of fighting and gunfire continued to resound on the battlefield, sometimes accompanied by a sporadic rain of arrows, which were soon interrupted by artillery bombardments, leaving only a few arrows that did not pose much of a threat...

These sacrifices were not in vain. They had crossed the line of death and rushed to the city wall, where the ladders had been set up.

The battering ram, which was also protected, reached the city gate under the cover of the human wall, but was hit by several shells and was knocked askew.

The iron hammer hit the city gate again and again, making an unbearable dull sound.

However, apart from a slight shake, the city gate still stood firm, because behind it was a half-meter thick concrete wall, which was built by Lin En and others using magic. It was very strong. Not to mention a battering ram, even divine magic would find it difficult to break it down.

When more and more soldiers gathered at the gate, the wizards standing on the city wall finally took action. Fire, frost, lightning, falling rocks... magic fell one after another, turning the entire battlefield into hell! Just this round of magic bombardment, there were thousands of casualties, and the siege ladders and battering rams that had been painstakingly built were all reduced to ashes...

After clearing the soldiers near the city wall, Alok and his companions stopped casting spells and let the musketeers continue the attack.

The huge casualties did not scare the remaining soldiers. They continued to move forward, as if they did not notice the tragic cries of their companions, and continued to build siege ladders while shouting "For the Gods"...

For this kind of auxiliary magic, the deeper the belief, the greater the impact!

These poor people at the bottom of society have nothing and can only rely on prayer to resist the hardships of life. In their eyes, Lin En and others on the city wall seem to be the culprits of all evil and the ones who cause them suffering!

It was so crazy that even Old York hesitated when he fired. This group of people were simply evil spirits from hell. Even with a broken leg, they crawled all the way to the city wall and scratched the solid wall with their nails! "It's so tragic!" Raphael sighed reluctantly. It was the first time for him to experience such a large-scale war, but he had no intention of taking action. He just watched quietly. This small scene was far from the time when they needed to take action.

Lin En frowned slightly, feeling very puzzled. He didn't quite understand what Edelweir was doing. Was he just letting these people come here to die?

According to the Art of War, without multiple times the number of troops and more advanced weapons and tactics, a violent attack on a city would be no different from sending your head for dead...

Even if all these tens of thousands of people died, they would not be able to shake this city in the slightest...

There is no way that Edwyre is a reckless man who only knows how to attack with force, otherwise he would not be qualified to lead troops to conquer the kingdom and command the two elite troops, the God's Punishment Army and the Griffin Knights.

"Could it be that they want to use the lives of these poor people to consume our ammunition?" Sanchez speculated.

Hearing this, Raphael and others also became a little worried.

The 10,000 musketeers guarding the city walls consumed tens of thousands of bullets after a few rounds of shooting, and the consumption per hour started at 100,000!

They didn't know the production process of lead bullets, but they noticed that they were round and of uniform specifications. Even if the process was not complicated, it would still take a lot of time.

"Haha, that's nothing but wishful thinking! You probably don't know how these bullets are made!" Dennis said with a sneer.

"No matter how simple it is, how many can one person make in a day?" A great wizard said with a smile. "The bullets can't fall from the sky, right?"

He could probably guess the production method, which was nothing more than melting the lead ore at high temperature and then finding a way to shape them into spheres of equal size.

"No, they really fell from the sky!" Dennis said with a strange look on his face.

(End of this chapter)