Chapter 613: Fierce Battle

Flying rocks pierced through the siege tower, and the barbarian soldiers who were knocked out were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, falling on the shields held up by the army formation below with a "bang bang" sound.

"Well done! Well done!"

Vokrick laughed and pointed at the siege tower that had been pierced and had to stop to rest. He turned around and loudly encouraged the soldiers to continue shooting.

When the soldiers saw the power of the crossbow, they naturally gained confidence and worked hard to put a stone bullet onto the crossbow.

The engineer ran to Vokrik's side, watching and preparing to launch an attack on the top of the siege tower.

At this time, the Scythians on the siege tower saw the crossbows aimed at them, and they shouted loudly, summoning all archers to aim at the artillery position.

Dense arrows hit the battlements and bounced off with a clang.

The soldiers sped up, eventually pulling the leather straps and finally putting the rocks on.

"Get ready, let those damn barbarians go to hell!"

The engineer pointed at the stopped siege tower in front and shouted to the soldiers behind him. The soldier operating the crossbow held the firing lever tightly with both hands.

Wokrick only felt a gust of wind blowing over his head. When he looked up, he saw several huge stone bullets coming towards him and hitting the huge crossbow.

“Boom!”

With a loud bang, the entire crossbow collapsed, and the huge turret was aimed at the engineer who was watching the enemy siege tower. The soldier who was holding the grip rod tightly pressed it down involuntarily when the crossbow lost its weight.

“Be careful! Be careful!”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wokrick rushed towards the engineer, trying to save this guy who was unaware of the situation before tragedy happened.

But it was too late. The instrumentalist turned his head and looked at Wokrick in confusion, and then a large amount of blood splattered all over Wokrick's face.

"Oh my god, oh my god, what happened."

Vokrick fell to the ground, looking at the half-body left in front of him that was still moving slightly. Blood and flesh had already covered the battlements in front of the body, and the upper body of the engineer was nowhere to be found.

Wokrick's head was buzzing, and he tried his best to recall what had just happened, but his brain seemed to be disconnected at that moment and he couldn't remember what had happened. He could only conclude that a tragedy had occurred.

"No, it's not me! It's not me!"

The soldier walked around the collapsed crossbow, shouting loudly when he saw the tragedy he had caused with his own hands. He knelt on the ground facing the half body of the engineer and kept making the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Hey, can this thing be repaired?" Vokrick kicked the repentant soldier and shouted angrily, "Now is not the time to repent. Quick, find a new engineer. We need a crossbow!"

The soldier who was kicked down was terrified. He stared at Vokrik with his eyes wide open and tears in them. After calming down for a moment, he quickly nodded, then rolled up and crawled to his feet, running along the city wall towards another tower.

“Crack!”

There was a loud bang, and Vokrick quickly looked up, only to see a flying stone burning with blazing flames being catapulted out from another tower not far away.

The burning stone bullet drew a black arc in the air and hit another siege tower directly.

"boom!"

The stone bullet penetrated the top of the siege tower and smashed a hole in the intact platform baffle above. The Scythian soldiers who were stabbed by the wood chips lay on it, rolling on it and wailing in pain.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

There was another burst of collision sounds from catapults in the Hun army. Countless stones fell from the sky onto the city wall, but most of them were blocked by the solid and thick walls.

The stones that passed through the battlements instantly knocked down four or five soldiers who were crowded in place. The others crouched behind the battlements, praying in their hearts that such good luck would not befall them.

"Roman warriors, raise your heads, face the enemy, and fight back! Fight back!"

The enthusiastic officer stood behind the battlements and loudly encouraged the soldiers present.

Several fully armed soldiers held an iron stand with a copper basin on top, and a blazing fire was burning in the basin. He held a small wooden cross in one hand and muttered something like a prayer.

Arrows fell like raindrops, passed by his slowly moving figure, and hit the soldiers' raised shields with "clang, clang, clang".

The archers stretched out their hands and lit their arrows in the flame of his copper basin, then put them on the bowstrings and waited.

At this time, the barbarian siege tower was less than fifty meters away from them. At this time, on the roofs of residents' houses behind the walls of Orleans, catapults were constantly operating, firing flaming stone bullets, hitting the advancing barbarian army again and again.

"Bang!"

A stone bullet hit the side of a siege tower during its descent, was deflected by the wooden planks and fell into the phalanx of soldiers advancing below, instantly creating a conspicuous hole in the neat phalanx.

"Don't be afraid. Stand tall and let these civilized people watch us proudly pierce their throats with the iron swords in our hands!"

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The barbarian nobles were fully armed, and the fine clothing they wore made their entire bodies emit a silver glow. The helmets with masks left only their mouths exposed for roaring. The ordinary soldiers behind them seemed dwarfed in comparison.

"preparation!"

With just one command from the city wall, rows of archers put their flaming arrows on the bowstrings and pointed them straight to the sky.

"Fire! Fire!"

"boom!"

At the moment the order was given, hundreds of bowstrings sounded at the same time. The sound was like thunder. In a flash, hundreds of arrows flew into the sky and landed on the approaching barbarian army, carrying the flames of Roman anger.

“Huff, huff, huff…”

The burning arrows pierced the leather-covered siege tower, and soon the slowly advancing siege tower was set on fire.

The barbarians did not seem to give up. They pushed the siege tower forward. Even such a fierce burning could not make them give up.

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!"

The siege tower with blazing flames arrived in front of the wall of Orleans. The officers were more nervous than the soldiers at this time. Vockrick even rushed down the tower and came to the wall. At this time, the barbarian siege tower was already tightly attached to the wall of Orleans.

The archers hurriedly pushed back the second line, and the infantrymen holding shields and spears stepped forward. They held their shields upright, placed their spears on them, and stared at the baffle in front of them.

“Squeak—”

With a sharp sound, the baffle was slowly lowered, and then there was a crash, and the wooden baffle fell heavily on the battlements of the Orleans wall.

"roar!"

All I saw was a large group of barbarians wearing thick heavy leather armor and holding shining battle axes in both hands, roaring loudly, rushing out of the siege tower and jumping up, landing directly on the Romans' raised shields.

The terrible barbarians were like mad bulls in the chaotic crowd, wielding two sharp axes and shuttling back and forth in the crowd. They were so agile that protective weapons such as shields became a burden.

With axes swung, Roman soldiers were chopped to the ground one after another, and the ground was dyed red again with blood.

(End of this chapter)