Chapter 738 The Lion and the Wolves 2

The Vandals raised their weapons and roared at the Romans on the city wall, as if to say: Come on, come on, I'm not afraid at all!

The stones flying from the Roman city wall fell like raindrops, some fell on the crowd, and some hit the towering siege towers.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The not-so-big stones actually brought amazing destructive power. The stones hit the towering siege tower, and the more than ten-meter-high siege tower kept shaking. Every time it shook, the Vandal soldiers on it couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

Even so, they still had to stand on the top of the siege tower, holding their wooden bows tightly, praying that the catapults did not lock on them. This also showed from the side that they were afraid of the precise striking power of the Roman catapults.

"Go forward, my children, the time for revenge has come, go forward, defeat our enemies, defeat these self-righteous Romans!"

Under the instigation of Gaiseric, the soldiers beside him raised their weapons and roared loudly. They knew that the city of Rome in front of them was isolated and helpless. They did not care about the city, but only cared about the man standing on the top of the city. A large number of infantry joined the attack. The Vandals in front of them were like a surging torrent sweeping towards the walls of Rome.

"Forward! Forward!"

The Vandal noble commander roared loudly, waving long whips back and forth in the air, making a "crackling" sound, and mercilessly whipping the backs and legs of the slaves who were pushing the siege tower.

"Hurry up! Damn it! Hurry up!"

The governor roared, not caring at all about the slaves' scarred backs. They only wanted the siege tower to be faster and faster.

"Quick, fight back! Fight back, boys!"

At this time, on the Roman city wall, Vocrick was moving back and forth on the crowded city wall. He patted the shoulders of every soldier he met and encouraged those trembling guys to cheer them up again.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

At this time, only the dull sound of wood colliding was heard, and countless flaming stones flew out from behind the Vandal army.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Vokrick's eyes widened, and in an instant he leaned down hastily, pulling the bow in front of him, which was trembling with fear, and aimed at the Vandals below who were still far out of range.

"Boom! Boom!"

I only felt a strong wind blowing, followed by a huge crash, and then I saw terrible black holes being smashed into the rows of houses behind the city wall.

"Get up! Get up!"

Vokrick just took a look at the black hole that was smashed, then pulled up the soldier who was hiding beside him and got back into the battle.

"Forward! Forward!"

All he saw was a disheveled Vandal noble officer. The battle had reactivated the mark left by his ancient ancestors hidden in his body, making his blood boil again.

He raised the flag high and roared loudly, then raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the Roman wall in front of him.

“Crack!”

All I heard was a loud, crisp, clean and neat noise, and then I saw a black shadow falling from the sky.

"laugh!"

A black shadow flashed by, and the roar stopped abruptly. The upper body of the standing man instantly turned into a ball of blood mist. A huge crossbow arrow was stuck in the ground behind him. The man fell to the ground with a bang, leaving the others looking at the corpse in horror.

"Forward! Forward!"

A blood-stained flag rolled down beside the loosened hand of the corpse. The other soldiers rushed over, picked up the flag, and rushed towards them.

"Trebuchet! Trebuchet!"

With a loud shout, Vokrick rushed towards the trebuchet within reach. He rushed over to help the busy soldiers carry the stones and press them on the wooden bowl of the trebuchet that had been pulled down.

"Aim! Aim!"

Vokrick ran all the way to the battlement, pointed at the nearest siege tower, turned around and shouted to the engineer: "Side, side, the pillar exposed by the wooden shield, aim! Aim!"

The engineer skillfully operated the trebuchet and aimed at the target.

"Prepare!"

The engineer gripped the wooden handle of the launcher and raised his sweaty face, revealing a determined face beneath his wet hair.

“Crack!”

The entire catapult trembled violently, and then a stone bullet was seen spinning in the air and flying towards the siege tower.

“Crack!”

The stone bullets hit the siege tower, and the entire siege tower was shaking. The Vandal soldiers on it screamed in fear, and they obviously felt a little uncomfortable.

At this time, only obvious cracks were seen at the place where it was hit, and the entire pillar was shaking.

"Damn it, why didn't it break!" Vokrick's eyes revealed disappointment. It seemed that the trees around Rome were very strong and were perfect as pillars for siege towers.

“Again, again!”

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Vokrick was unwilling to give up, he turned around and called the engineer. At this time, the soldiers assisting the engineer hurriedly pulled down the stone bowl of the catapult and placed the stone bullets.

"Aim, aim!"

At Vaucris's repeated urging, the armourers regained their aim, for the siege towers were moving slowly, and when the Vandals discovered the Romans' intentions, they sped up.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Wokrick urged loudly, and the engineer's hands were shaking because of nervousness. He held the handle tremblingly and then pulled it down suddenly.

“Haha!”

The wooden arm slid up, dragging the stone bullet, but the rubber bands and ropes underneath suddenly broke at this moment, and the entire catapult lost power instantly, preventing the stone bullet from being launched. It could only slide down and hit the soldier next to Vokrick in front.

“Boom!”

The soldier was hit by the stone bullet and crashed into the battlement. He vomited blood and stood there in a daze, like a puppet with its strings cut. His chest and abdomen were sunken and it seemed that he was only breathing his last breath.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Vokrick looked at the dead soldier, then at the scrapped catapult behind him and the dejected machine engineer.

"Die! Die!"

The Vandals on the siege tower roared and drew their bows and arrows at the Roman soldiers below. Because they were on high ground, the Roman soldiers on the city wall had no place to hide.

Soldiers were shot and fell continuously, and the Roman archers on the city wall raised their bows to fight back, but the arrows bounced off the shields in front of the Vandals.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

The cracks on the siege tower's pillars grew bigger and bigger, and the creaking sound continued.

The siege tower was groaning, and gradually, the shaking became more and more severe, and the entire siege tower began to tilt in the direction of the break.

Snap!

A huge breaking sound was heard, and the siege tower in front of them collapsed completely. The Vandal soldiers on it screamed and fell from the collapsed siege tower, landing heavily on the hard ground.

"Fire! Fire!"

Under the command of the officers, the archers drew their bows and aimed their arrows at the Vandal soldiers below.

Dense arrows kept falling and hitting the Vandals' raised wooden shields. The slaves who were pushing the siege tower were shot and fell, and were crushed into two pieces by the siege tower behind them.

(End of this chapter)