Chapter 614: Fierce Battle

"Don't be chaotic, gather together!"

Vokrik raised the Spada iron sword in his hand and shouted loudly, patting the soldiers on the shoulders one by one, signaling them to follow his pace.

“Quick! Quick!”

Vokrick shouted loudly and led a dozen soldiers to look away from the retreating archers. The barbarians in front of them, holding battle axes in both hands, roared loudly like bloodthirsty beasts.

"Form a dense array and advance!" At this time, Vokrick played the role of a centurion. He raised his iron sword high to attract the attention of the soldiers behind him.

Ten of them stood in a row, holding up their shields to form a wall. The horn player was behind them, blowing the horn in time with their pace.

The clear trumpet sounds and the heavy steps of the soldiers pushed forward little by little. Vokrik hid behind the shield, holding the iron sword in his hand like a scorpion hiding its sting, ready to give his enemy the most fatal blow at any time.

Hundreds of barbarians were continuously transported from the siege tower and poured onto the city walls, making the already overcrowded walls even more crowded.

Soon, more and more soldiers gathered behind Vokrik. They followed Vokrik's pace and advanced quickly into the chaotic battle.

There was a surge of people in front and screams were heard. Soldiers covered in blood from being chopped by axes were constantly pushed off the city wall. The screams stopped abruptly with a dull sound like sandbags falling to the ground.

"Forward! Forward!"

Vokrick shouted loudly, leading the soldiers who followed closely behind him to move forward quickly, holding up their shields and slamming hard into the barbarian soldiers who had not yet gained a foothold.

They were killing with great enthusiasm, but they didn't expect that when they heard the sound of trumpets and chaotic footsteps and turned around, they were greeted by a broad shield and a spear resting on it.

"prick!"

Vokrick roared loudly, and the soldiers were also excited. They roared, raised their spears and thrust forward.

Four or five barbarians fell in a pool of blood. The subsequent barbarians rushed up without fear of death, howling like angry bulls, and slammed into the Romans' shields fiercely. Because the Romans stood densely together, it was impossible for normal people to crash into them.

With the protection of his shield, Vokrik held up his Spada iron sword and seized every opportunity to stab repeatedly. Just when he was about to compress the barbarians back into the controllable range, the barbarians' ladders below were actually set up on the city wall. The barbarians who climbed up jumped into the crowd behind Vokrik one after another. In an instant, the seemingly complete army formation collapsed, and the two sides returned to the chaotic fight.

"Take down the siege tower! Take down the siege tower!"

On a tower that protruded not far away, the engineer was directing the soldiers. He pointed at the siege tower on his right, and told the soldiers to turn the muzzles of the crossbows, reload the ammunition, and point directly at the siege tower in front of them that was built on the city wall and continuously sending soldiers.

“Crack!”

A stone bullet was fired with a crisp sound, like a black shadow flashing in the daytime.

"boom!"

Such a close distance gave the stone bullet enormous destructive power, penetrating the barbarian siege tower from the side. The stone bullet, which had lost its power, flew out from the other side of the siege tower and fell to the ground along with broken wooden boards.

"Load! Load!"

The engineer's voice became hoarse, but he still shouted loudly. As more and more barbarians appeared on the city wall, the soldiers who were able to guard the tower gradually couldn't hold on.

The soldiers under command worked hurriedly. They were all sweating profusely, with veins bulging on their arms from overexertion. Everyone gritted their teeth and persevered. After all, if they slacked off, they would die.

"Push them up to the tower. We'll guard the ballista from there!"

Wokrick shouted again and again in the chaotic crowd, but God knew whether his voice was still strong enough to command the soldiers who were fighting on their own.

"roar!"

At this moment he heard a roar, and when he turned around he saw a barbarian rushing towards him. He raised his battle axe high, and the axe was covered with blood and minced meat. With his face that had become hideous due to killing, he looked like a demon from hell.

Facing such a ferocious and hideous guy, Wokrick was not afraid at all. Instead, he had a gloomy face, held up his shield, and faced the falling axe.

“Crack!”

The heavy shield hit the man's arm hard, causing him to scream in pain. The axe in his hand flew away without a trace.

Vokrick would not give this guy any chance to breathe. He suddenly raised his sword and then stabbed it hard into the barbarian's chest.

"laugh!"

Vorkrik was so strong that he drove the Spada iron sword all the way through the barbarian's chest until the hilt of the sword touched his chest.

The barbarian's face turned pale in an instant, and in his last struggle, his weak hands still tightly grasped Vokrik's sword-holding right hand.

Killers don't know how to show mercy, and Vokrik is such a person. He has a fierce look on his face, red eyes, and a murderous aura. He is even more cruel to this dying guy. He swings his shield and hits the head of the conscious man fiercely.

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One! Two!

A large amount of blood flowed out of the wound and soon covered the barbarian's face which was covered with various tattoos.

Finally, the guy who had lost consciousness and was most likely dead let go. Vokrick exerted force and the iron sword sprayed onto the ground with a pool of blood.

Holding the sword stained with blood, Vokrick wiped the blood that spilled from his mouth and quickened his pace. Facing the barbarians fighting in a mess, he had no mercy at all. With his sword raised, there were more and more unwilling corpses on the city wall.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was a loud bang, followed by a huge vibration. Vokrick staggered and fell to his knees. He raised his head quickly, only to see that the stones of the tower in front of him were broken and collapsed rapidly. The crossbow on it also fell like a toy along with the collapsed tower, not to mention the soldiers who had lost their support under their feet.

The screams lasted for a moment and then stopped abruptly, and everything was buried in the rubble.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At this time, Wokrick heard a series of loud crashes and he quickly turned around.

“Tap, tap, tap…”

A series of footsteps were heard, and a large number of soldiers gathered under the city. They held shields and spears, and among them were some infantrymen who were temporarily recruited.

They held up their shields and formed a three-sided formation. They held up their shields, held their spears on their shields, and looked straight ahead at the shaking city gate. Everyone had a different expression, some were serious, some were fearful, and some even had tears on their faces.

No one dared to imagine what was on the other side of the trembling city gate. They only knew that when the cracked bolt broke, it would be time to face them.

Dead soldiers, broken arms and heads kept falling from the city gates, which also explained why the soldiers stationed at the city gates did nothing when the barbarians attacked the city gates recklessly.

"Don't be afraid! If they attack, just push them back with your shield!"

The officers were still teaching the newly enlisted "soldiers" at this time, although they had already been staring at the shaking city gate and crying.

(End of this chapter)