Chapter 610: Repulse

Barbarian infantrymen kept climbing up the city wall. Outside the parapet, only a young barbarian soldier poked his head out. He just glanced at the situation on the city wall, and suddenly dodged a spear covered with blood and minced meat.

The young barbarian did not panic, but waited for the spear to be slowly retracted. Then he stuck his head out again, and a throwing axe suddenly appeared in his hand. He seized the opportunity and threw the throwing axe at the Roman soldiers on the city wall.

“Crack!”

The sharp axe tore apart the thin helmet on the head of the Roman soldier closest to him.

"Oh my God, oh my God!"

Looking at the Roman soldier who was hit by the flying axe with blood all over his head, he slowly fell to the ground under the wide-open eyes of his comrades beside him, and with a "thump" the bleeding head merged with the blood that dyed the stones red on the ground.

He was still breathing and not dead yet, but who could guarantee that he would survive? With such serious injuries, he must be close to death.

"You damned German bastard!"

Now another Roman soldier beside him was roaring loudly. He was so angry that his face turned red. He roared loudly like a mad lion. He slapped the spear on his shoulder, drew his iron sword and rushed over to try to grab this bastard who he thought deserved to die.

When this wild boy saw a strong and aggressive Roman coming to capture and kill him, he did not panic. On the contrary, his expression revealed arrogance and domineering, which seemed to be a provocation to him through the parapet.

This made it even more difficult for the Roman soldier to contain his inner rage, and he rushed to the gap in the parapet, raised his sword and prepared to pierce the provocative barbarian.

"laugh!"

Just as he was about to stab, he suddenly raised his head and saw an arrow suddenly appear on his head. Then he fell straight to the ground like a felled tree.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The soldiers behind him cursed as they watched their comrade-in-arms trembling in pain and dying. They could not bear to stand by and watch him die.

One of the soldiers held up a shield in his left hand, crouched slightly, and slowly approached the two guys who were seriously injured and still trembling.

The barbarians outside the parapet seemed unwilling to see him approach these two guys whose lives were fading away. He suddenly poked his head out, and a flying axe appeared in his hand.

Almost in an instant, the battle axe flew out of the barbarian boy's hand. With a crisp sound, the Roman soldier who was tentatively moving forward was pushed to the ground by external force. A curved flying axe was embedded on his shield.

"Oh my God, oh my God!"

The Roman soldier was immediately frightened. His face turned pale and he kept retreating, dragging his shield with the axe stuck on it.

"Hahahaha..." The wild boy standing on the ladder pointed at the Roman soldiers in front of him and laughed behind the shield wall. His expression was so playful that it was unbearable.

"Ready! Ready!"

Facing the young man who was looking for trouble, a centurion came behind the soldiers, picked up the spear, stood behind a soldier, and signaled with his eyes that the soldier with the shield should continue forward.

The soldier prepared himself mentally for a long time, finally pursed his cracked lips, nodded heavily at his centurion, then held up his shield and tentatively crawled towards the two wounded soldiers who were still moving.

The barbarian boy still stuck his head out and saw the Roman soldier who had not given up. A look of surprise flashed across his face, but soon a playful expression quickly took over his entire face, and he once again took out a throwing axe.

“Damn it!”

Seeing that he had another flying axe in his hand, the Roman soldier holding the shield cursed and quickly hid his head behind the shield, but this action actually made the boy laugh.

"Hey, what are you waiting for? Move forward quickly." The centurion behind him kept urging him, making the soldier finally feel that he had no way to retreat. He swallowed, gritted his teeth, and then took a step forward.

The boy stopped laughing. He saw that the Roman soldier mustered up the courage to try again, so he raised his throwing axe and stared at the Roman soldier who was getting closer and closer.

"brush!"

The axe slipped out of his hand, and this time it flew out at an angle. The Roman soldier who was marked and locked on to the axe leaned down hurriedly, but the axe still passed by and hit his helmet, and instantly got stuck on the top of his helmet.

"Go to hell!"

At this critical moment, the centurion who was hiding behind the soldiers roared and rushed out. He held the spear in both hands, suddenly raised it up and stabbed out fiercely.

The sharp spear flew along the wall, pierced into the wild boy's right temple, and exited from the left temple, piercing directly through the damn bastard's head.

The proud young general, who had not yet had time to react to what was happening, instantly had a smile on his face turned into an expression of surprise. His eyes gradually rolled upwards, and he looked dead.

"Die! Die!"

The centurion cursed and yanked his spear violently, pulling out the spear that pierced his head. The wild boy's body fell straight into the chaotic crowd below like a stone.

"Damned barbarian, this is what you deserve!" The centurion seemed to be still angry and trembling all over. He took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smell of blood, while holding the spear and looking at the tip of the spear stained with blood and pink brain matter.

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“Ka-ka-ka…”

The wooden wheels of the siege vehicle moved slowly forward, pushed by dozens of soldiers, getting closer and closer to the gate of Orleans. The top of the siege vehicle was full of arrows and javelins, which could not penetrate the thick wooden boards of the siege vehicle to cause harm to the barbarians below.

"Hurry up, boys, it's time to give these barbarians a big gift!"

Now the officer on the city gate tower saw through the hole in the stone wall that the barbarians were pushing the siege vehicle closer and closer, but he did not show the panic like the soldiers on the city wall. On the contrary, he even had a faint smile on his face, and urged the soldiers behind him slowly.

Behind him was a large pot filled with boiling oil. The fat was constantly boiling in the pot. The soldiers put the boiling oil into buckets and placed them in front of the hole in front of the officer.

"Come on, come on, you damned savages!"

The smile on the officer's face turned hideous. He looked through the hole and saw the barbarians below, carrying siege vehicles, approaching the city gate.

“Hua La La…”

Before the boiling oil above the city gate could fall, the soldiers on the gate tower pushed down carts of prepared stones from mid-air. The huge stones hit the hard wooden boards and bounced off, which was a fatal blow to the unprotected guards nearby.

Soon, under this pile of deadly stones, the barbarian guards, knowing they were powerless, scattered, leaving only the soldiers who were still pushing the siege vehicle.

"Do it! Do it!"

Before the siege vehicle reached the city gate, the officer called on the soldiers and took the lead in pushing the boiling oil down.

“Hua La La…”

The boiling oil poured on the siege vehicle made a harsh sound. The officer was seen holding a torch, sneering, and saying "Go to hell!"

The torches fell from the hole onto the siege vehicle. With a loud "boom", the entire siege vehicle was engulfed in flames, and the soldiers pushing the vehicle were not spared.

(End of this chapter)