It's a mess, everything is a mess...

In the city, residents and Tianjuan soldiers rushed to the high ground in a panic. Many people fell into the water in panic, some climbed up trees nearby, and some climbed onto roofs and clambered onto rocks...

On the water, wooden basins, wooden chairs, broken wooden doors and windows, and many beams and firewood bundles were mixed with the grass and trees that floated from upstream, forming large black objects that rose and fell in the dirty waves...

Many people were floating in the water and calling for help. Except for a small number of Tianjuan soldiers, the rest were residents of the city, and most of them were the elderly, the weak, women and children. Most of them did not even have the chance to call for help before they sank into the turbid waves...

All those who stood on high ground and witnessed the tragic scene could not help but panic and pray...

…

"Your Highness, all the roads are flooded, what should we do?!" The deputy general ran to Hatra.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Hartla shouted, "The water will naturally flow down. Quick, send flags to all directions to strengthen the defense."

"Yes!" Just as the deputy general agreed, he heard a hurried report from the flag signal soldier behind him - "Report to King Wushuang! The water has flooded our army's first moat defense line!"

"Notify them! Move to the second and third lines of defense immediately." Hatra said urgently. The first moat defense line was close to the city wall and was the lowest of the three lines of defense. It was no surprise that it was submerged with such a strong water flow.

"Yes, sir!" The flag signal soldier responded and turned away.

The deputy general hesitated for a moment and asked, "Your Highness, will the second and third lines of defense also be..."

"No." Hatra waved his hands fiercely, "The water will recede soon."

"Such a heavy flood... Your Highness, could it be that the enemy is causing trouble upstream?" the deputy general asked uncertainly.

Hatra glared at the lieutenant and said, "Is that even a question? Quick! Tell all the sentry towers to be on high alert. Soldiers in the city, all who can climb up the city wall, please do so."

"Yes!" The general nodded quickly.

…

"Division Commander! Give the order!" Several battalion commanders rode their horses to Pu Deng and asked for instructions.

"No, wait a moment!" Pu Tong waved his hand.

"Division Commander, we should not wait any longer. Look, the enemy troops have already rushed to the periphery. They are in such a mess now. We should take the opportunity to pounce on them and give them a good beating. If we wait any longer, they will figure things out." A battalion commander said anxiously.

"Yes, commander, fighter opportunities are hard to come by!" another battalion commander echoed.

Pu Tong laughed and said, "You bastards, why are you so anxious? By the way, it seems that you have all listened to the Lord's lessons, right? Fighter planes, fighter planes, only fighter planes, have you forgotten? In a war like this, we must obey the unified command of the commander-in-chief. Do you think our division is fighting a guerrilla war?"

After Pu Tong said this, several battalion commanders became deflated.

"Don't look so gloomy. Come on, learn from me. Pick up your telescopes and take a look at the enemy's movements first." Pu Tong grinned again and said.

"Yes, Commander!"

…Odo frowned when he saw the enemy’s position being flooded from afar.

The enemy's fortifications close to the city wall had turned into a puddle. The enemy troops originally defending there had also moved to the frontline. More and more soldiers had made the defense line a mess. Turbid water was constantly pouring out from the edge of the huge suspension bridge...

"General!" A voice called from behind Oddo.

"Don't worry." Odo still didn't put down the telescope in his hand. "The lord said that orders must be obeyed."

"yes!"

…

After listening to the report from the Golden Wolf, Wu Lai waved his hand gently. Ye Renwu frowned and asked, "Wu Lai Grindo, what are you waiting for? The defense of Hatra is in chaos. Humph, you should take the opportunity to go forward and shoot them, right?"

Wu Lai's brows also furrowed. "From what you said, it seems like you are blaming me."

"What a joke. I am just your prisoner. How can I blame you?" Ye Renwu smiled bitterly. "The Hatra army is doomed to fail anyway. Give the order to Wuleglindo and give them a quick death."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wu Lai's face turned serious. "With your level, don't you know why I don't give the order now? Let me tell you, it's useless to say these things to me."

Ye Renwu glared at Wu Lai, then suddenly closed his eyes and sighed: "Helen should have killed you in the first place."

"That's right!" A trace of hatred flashed across Wu Lai's eyes, "General Lini shouldn't have trusted you two in the first place, otherwise he wouldn't have lost his life."

"Wu Lai, this is a war! So any way that can lead to victory in the war is understandable!" Ye Renwu suddenly raised his voice.

"Yes, that's right, it's good that you know it's a war! So! Stop talking nonsense here!" Wu Lai stretched out his arm and pointed at Ye Renwu, "When Hatra massacred Seneca, he should have thought that this day would come! The winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit, this is what I told you before!"

Ye Jianwu was startled and sighed again...

…

After a long time passed, Hatra was completely panicked, because the water level not only did not recede as he expected, but continued to rise, although on the surface the waves seemed to be less fierce.

The successive reports from the flag signal soldiers made his heart sink again and again. These voices kept lingering in his mind, but at the same time, it was blank, and he couldn't think of any way to deal with it.

"Your Majesty, our second line of defense has been flooded, and we are forced to retreat to the third line of defense!"

"Your Majesty, the water has risen to our third line of defense! What should we do?!"

These reports were like an invisible hand constantly patting Hatra's head, giving him a headache and making him anxious...

The long-lost feeling of powerlessness rose up in his heart again. With this uncontrollable bad emotion, he watched helplessly as nearly half of the watchtowers in the city toppled over and collapsed, and the soldiers on top of them sank into the water.

"Your Highness, the front line is still waiting for your order." The deputy general in charge of communication could not help but urge.

Yes, give the order, I want to give the order, but...how to give this order? Attack? The enemy's arrow array is waiting there! Continue to defend? If the water rises further, I'm afraid the whole army will be soaked in water. How can we defend? Hatra's mind was in a mess.

Just as the deputy general was about to urge him again, the flag signal soldier's report rang out again: "Your Majesty, the front line reports that the enemy is attacking from the south!"

"Reporting to King Wushuang, the front line reports that the enemy forces in the east are attacking!"

"Reporting to King Wushuang, the front line reports that the enemy is attacking from the west!"

Hatra suddenly shuddered...

…

The Assyrian army's attack was fierce and brutal, because this battle was a battle of revenge.

After Pu Tong gave the order, a thousand cavalry archers rode out of the line and rushed to the right side of the enemy army. The remaining five thousand archers also strode forward...

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Similar to the Sixth Division were Bailey's Fourth Division, Sarres' Fifth Division, Pompey's Eighth Division and Isaac Division of the Annamites. Odo's First Division did not drive the archers forward, but slowly pressed forward with the entire division, because in Woolley's plan, if the enemy insisted on choosing to hold their ground and not withdraw, then the First Division would be the main attacker - Odo must be the first to tear open the gates of Menia.

Of course, there was a reason why Woolley made such an arrangement, because he believed that after several days of feint attacks, harassment and dispatch, the north of Menia would become a weak point in the enemy's defense. After the enemy was trapped in a suppression war on the east, south and west sides, Odo's attack would be much easier.

However, what Wu Lai had not expected was that the suppression war he had planned had completely turned into a hunt. Because the ferocity of the water upstream had exceeded his imagination, in his calculations, the 2nd Division of Vulture would be enough to destroy the enemy's first and second outer city fortifications after blasting the dam, and would also be enough to turn more than half of Menia's city into a swamp. However, he obviously underestimated the civil engineering capabilities of the 1st and 2nd Divisions. Under the command of Odo and Vulture, the 1st and 2nd Divisions, with nearly 100,000 people and more than 20,000 civilians, exceeded Wu Lai's requirements within the scheduled time.

Of course, Hatra's luck was too bad. If it hadn't been for the heavy rains upstream in recent days, the situation might not be as bad as it is now.

When the Hatra army saw the Assyrian cavalry archers rushing towards them, they actually made defensive preparations. However, the rising water behind them made their morale drop to the lowest point, so they could not launch any decent counterattack.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish." The arrows of the horse archers kept flying towards the third line of defense of the Hatra army, covering the tired, panicked and chaotic Hatra army. However, their mission was not to kill but to suppress them - whizzing all the way from right to left, selectively shooting arrows at those enemy soldiers who showed up to counterattack, forcing them to crouch down and dodge...

The cavalry archers did this to cover the real killers - the infantry archers.

It only took a moment to cross a distance of several hundred steps. When the cavalry archers had just run one-third of the way from the right side of the enemy fortifications to the left, the infantry archers had all reached their designated positions.

"Shoot!" The rapid shouts of orders continued to ring out...

The sounds of string manipulation and shooting came one after another...

Wave after wave of arrows flew towards the third fortification of the Hatra army like a blanket of dust...

All archers received orders in advance - there was no need to save arrows, and they must shoot all the arrows in the quiver as quickly as possible to kill and injure the enemy to the greatest extent possible.

The Assyrian army certainly had no shortage of arrows. The dense forests around Menia provided them with sufficient arrow shaft materials. As for arrowheads, in addition to the equipment battalions in each division that produced them day and night, the number of arrowheads collected by the Great Shield Soldiers over the past few days was not a small number...

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"

There were constant howlings, cries for help, and sounds of people falling into the water on the Hatra army's defense line. As soon as many soldiers emerged from their fortifications, a new wave of arrows arrived, leaving them no chance to charge...

It would be fine if they couldn't charge, but the congestion behind the fortifications was already unbearable. Just imagine, the space that was originally used to accommodate one person now has to squeeze in three or four people and the same number of weapons. If you are not careful, you will be pushed into the water. If you pull in the wrong direction, you will be submerged in the moat, which is so large that you can't even tell where you are on the surface, in just a few steps.

Once a soldier wearing armor falls into the water, there is only one consequence - death.

But someone did fight back, but whether they hid behind the fortifications and shot arrows or risked their lives to roll out of the fortifications and rush towards the Assyrian army, the result was the same...

Gradually, the Assyrian archers had fewer and fewer arrows in their quivers, and there were more and more wounded soldiers and corpses on the Hatram defense line. After another round of marching back and forth, the mounted archers retreated a short distance with the infantry archers - they had no choice but to retreat, because the water had risen a little more. Now most of the Hatram's third line of defense had been submerged in water, and the only things that were still above the water were some discontinuous temporary earth walls and fences.

This situation made Hatra's latest instructions invalid - he had just ordered the third line of defense to split up and attack.

In fact, his orders were not issued slowly, but the Assyrian army acted faster than him.

Although the archers were retreating, they did not stop attacking, because although the previous rounds of shooting killed and wounded many enemy soldiers, they also successfully aroused the enemy's will to survive - they used shields to block the gaps in the fence and the angle of the archers' horizontal shooting, and then they began to fight back with bows and crossbows.

Although their counterattack was limited, their defense was also strengthened a lot, so the situation quickly changed from the Assyrian army's one-sided suppression to a slightly uneven back-and-forth battle...

After a while, the morale of the defenders on the east, south and west sides dropped again, because they found that the group of horses that had just appeared in front of them and were running side by side suddenly stopped, and then turned around, revealing a number of black cannons with two wheels...

This new situation was reported to Hatra immediately. After hearing it, Hatra held his head in pain.

"Pass the order! Block all the city gates! Block them all!" He was almost roaring.

"Yes, Your Highness! But our soldiers..." Before the general could finish his words, he received a hot slap on his left cheek.

"Send the order immediately!" Hatra waved his fist at the lieutenant general, "Idiot! Once the city gate is broken, both inside and outside will be dead!"

"As you command, Your Highness!" Just as the deputy general covered his face and agreed, he heard a series of rumbling sounds...

"What's going on?! Did the enemy fire?!" Hartra stuck his head out of the window and shouted to the flag signal soldiers in the corridor.

The flag signal soldiers hurriedly shook their heads. They had not received any relevant flag signals yet, so how could they dare to speak nonsense?

At the same time, 1,500 steps in front of Menia's northern city gate, Odo pointed his sword again: "Target the enemy's city gate drawbridge! Second round of shooting! Shoot!"

"Fire!" The six artillery commanders immediately waved their flags. The effect of the previous round of volleys was far from satisfactory, but it was a test fire after all. Now that they have a reference for the landing point and have made adjustments, how can the effect be bad? "Turn, turn, turn, turn"...

At this moment, the sound of the cannon completely blocked out the sound of the rolling waves...