Chapter 93 The Decisive Battle of Worms (Part 2)

The iron plate in front of us made a clanging sound. In order to stop us, the Burgundians lit torches and then used the flames to ignite arrows in an attempt to burn down our siege tower.

This was an emergency measure as a last resort, but they still hoped to use the weak flame on the arrow to burn the thick iron plate.

“Boom!”

Once again the stones launched by the Burgundian slings from the heights of Worms struck our siege tower, and the violent shaking caused us to fall to the ground.

"The siege tower is broken, the siege tower is broken!"

I heard the screams of the soldiers on the floor below. Through the cracked wooden board, I could clearly see a hole the size of a person smashed out by the flying rocks on the floor below me. A cold wind blew in, along with a large number of arrows. In an instant, several soldiers closest to the hole were riddled with arrows and fell down.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

I patted the panicked soldier on the shoulder. I was trying to comfort him, but I was actually unsure. Who knew if this gap, which was more than the size of a man, would become the fatal point that destroyed the siege tower? "Fire! Fire!"

I heard the soldiers' exclamations again, and when I looked down, I saw the flames on the floor below, which were spreading. At the entrance of the cave, a steady stream of flaming arrows shot in, which not only intensified the burning of the flames, but also made it impossible for the soldiers nearby to put out the fire.

"The Burgundians are going to burn us to death!" The soldiers behind me became even more panicked. The one at the back even grabbed the ladder they had used to climb up, ready to escape from the ladder at any time.

"Damn it, Brice and the others are so slow!"

I know the price of wearing heavy armor, which is sacrificing mobility. The troops below not only have to brave dense arrows, but also have to keep pushing this several-ton giant forward. It is not an easy task. I must suppress the archers who are ready to burn us to death.

"Hey, soldier at the top!" I shouted to the wooden board above my head.

"What's the matter, Centurion?" I got the response.

"Use javelins to suppress the Burgundians!" I took out the cloth bag that contained two javelins. I handed them to the last soldier and told him, "Hand over the javelins. I need them to suppress them continuously, otherwise this siege tower will be our grave!"

"Quick, take out all your javelins, and you, send them all up!"

At my command, the soldiers took off their javelin bags, gathered them together, and handed them to the soldier. The soldier bit his lower lip tightly. The escape plan he had just thought of must have failed, but an order is an order and must be carried out. He took a deep breath, as if he had mustered all his strength, and climbed up the ladder with dozens of javelins on his back.

At the same time, the number of arrows flying in from the hole was obviously less and less, and the soldiers hurriedly pulled the cloth to put out the fire which had not yet become uncontrollable.

"We'll soon be connected to the city wall!" the soldier above reminded loudly. I suddenly felt that everything around me had become quiet. Through the gap, I could clearly see the Burgundian archers running back and forth on the city wall. They were shouting at each other, and people were constantly hit by javelins, falling down, and screaming.

"We've reached a sufficient distance!" the soldier reminded again.

"Okay." I held the lever tightly in my right hand. If I pulled it, the baffle in front of me would open. I had no idea what was on the other side of the baffle. I was afraid that there was nothing else but death.

"Docking! Docking!"

The shout lasted only a few seconds. Following the instruction, I gritted my teeth, grasped the lever with my right hand, and pressed it down hard.

“Haha!”

The shield in front of me suddenly fell down, and the city with black smoke, the ruined city walls, and dozens of Burgundian soldiers pointed their bows at us. What they held tightly between their fingers was not the bow and arrow, but death. The picture almost stopped, and I fell to the ground in fear.

"Defense! Defense!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was too late. The people behind me didn't react at all. Dozens of sharp arrows were whistling towards them. Those standing in the front row didn't even have time to scream. The arrows that pierced them had already shut their mouths forever.

"Boom!"

The bodies fell to the ground with a dull sound. I didn't have time to regret their death. I stood up and moved forward with my shield in hand. At this moment, I had to lead the attack because I was the centurion! "Follow my orders!"

I turned around and yelled at the hesitant soldier, "Follow my steps and attack!"

I didn't know what their reaction would be next. I had already jumped onto the wall by stepping on the falling baffle. Facing my arrival, the Burgundians were obviously not prepared to receive a "distinguished guest" like me. I drew out my cavalry sword with a "swish". In front of the Burgundian closest to me, he only had a wooden bow with an unstrung arrow. At that moment, I saw despair in his eyes. Since it was the choice of fate, why should I have pity? I calmed down, raised my hand and swung the sword, slashing it hard at the junction of his neck and shoulder, and the entire blade of the sword was inserted into the man's shoulder. His facial features were twisted into a ball, and he must have been in great pain. The blade rotated and moved horizontally, and then I pulled the cavalry sword straight out with my right hand. After a flash of silver light, the blood was like a gusher, instantly dyeing half of the man's body red. He covered his wound and tried to stop the gushing blood, but it was no use. Without a moment's hesitation, I raised my foot and kicked him down, mumbling in my mouth: "The first one!"

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As this annoying obstacle fell, I immediately saw a panicked Burgundian. He dropped the bow and arrow in his hand and was busy drawing the dagger at his waist.

"Go to hell!"

I didn't intend to give him the chance to draw his weapon. I suddenly jumped up, jumped over the body of the guy who had just been kicked down by me and was still twitching on the ground, waiting to die, and came in front of that person.

"Bang!"

I raised my left hand and brought the heavy broad shield up to hit the Burgundian's chin. I didn't know how many teeth the guy had lost, and I didn't have time to observe carefully. At the moment he fell to the ground and covered his face, I hit his chest with my shield.

“Woo!”

He was almost unable to make a sound. I immediately thrust my sword forward, tilted it forty-five degrees, and stabbed it into the Burgundian's chest. I don't know why, but I became very skilled at this technique, and I firmly believed that I had pierced his heart. I turned my right hand ninety degrees to the right, and the wound expanded again. When I pulled it out, the wound was like a fountain, pouring red blood all over my body.

At this point I murmured, "The second one!"

(End of this chapter)