Lord of the Desert

Chapter 170
For weapons like bed crossbows and trebuchets, hits are more about hitting than aiming.

The damage may not be large, but it has a great impact on morale.

However, when a huge arrow shoots into the tide of snakes, it's like drizzle falling into a lake, and it doesn't even stir up much waves.

Hong Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He had seen powerful thermal weapons, and heard of superior firepower and Van Fleet ammunition.

But he knows better that the power of weapons is actually not as destructive as imagined, and most of the results of the battle depend on the destruction of the organization and morale.

Otherwise, nearly 43 million rounds of shells were dropped in 200 days, and even the top of the mountain was lowered by two meters. How could it still not take down a few mountains?
After the first round of shooting, the bed crossbowmen replaced the bolts according to the procedure and lowered the shooting elevation angle.

Then several people cooperated to wind the winch.

After the enemy line entered 500 meters, the red pennant waved and another salvo was fired.

So until 300 meters away, when the bed crossbow changed to free fire, it killed ten snake men in total.

At this distance, even ordinary soldiers can clearly see the faces of foreigners.

Reflective scales, erect pupils, and a silent charge.

It is different from the imagination of many recruits for war.

No frenzied roar, no thunderous stomping.

There is no panic or hesitation.

No killing intent could even be seen in the vertical pupils.

But because of this, the silent march of the foreign race seemed to have some kind of deterrent deterrence, and it was already hitting the city wall from afar before it arrived.

When the enemy reached 200 meters, the first battle drum sounded from the main tower.

Strong crossbowmen and archers with martial arts cultivation began to shoot freely.

All armor-piercing arrows were used, and each hit could at least open a hole in the snake-eye shield.

When the enemy reached [-] meters, the drum sounded for the second time.

The archers are fully engaged.

Arrows from the top of the city fell straight down like locusts, smashing many snake-scale shields like onions.

There were obvious casualties in the snake man's front row formation.

Hong Fan raised his iron tire bow, raised his hand and shot a square steel arrow.

The arrow first broke through the face of the stone axe, and then pierced through the face door.

Then, the porcupine-like snake man with eleven sharp arrows pierced his body finally fell down.

But its corpse is still functioning.

The passing fellows dragged the five-meter-long corpse, approached the ditch, and threw it on the wooden spikes.

Then, without any hesitation, he dug into the ground and slashed left and right with heavy weapons, forcibly paving a way.

It took almost half a cup of tea since Chilin swung the army, and the snake man's front arrow touched the city wall.

They picked up their weapons, straightened up and climbed upwards.

The battle situation is like hot water at 99 degrees, only one minute away from boiling.

But at this moment, the rain of arrows on the city slowed down instead.

Hong Ping took a rasp ax and put it in his waist.

Hong Fu panted heavily, his underwear was wet with sweat.

He was only three big holes away from reaching the penetrating realm.

Usually, opening a five-round bow is just a warm-up, but now it consumes most of its strength.

"It all reminds me..."

The squadron's trumpet was raised.

Hong Fu silently nodded, spat, dropped the iron bow, and put on a steel cape for himself.

At this time, the third drum was played on the tower.

The sound of the drum was loud and urgent, it was Hong Cheng himself who was holding a mallet to beat it.

Suddenly, there were countless shouts and shouts from the top of the city, mixed together like a thunderbolt exploding in Hong Fu's ears.

His mind was blank, but his body moved by itself, and he rushed forward at the same time as Hong Ping on the other side.

Two 1.5-meter-square maces hung on wooden frames were pushed out of the parapet and fell freely.

The racket is three inches thick, with more than a hundred half-foot-long iron nails inlaid on it, and the total weight is nearly two hundred catties.

Directly below, the Snakeman was hit by the head cover, and his head burst like a watermelon, splashing juice all over the wall.

The mace was hanging outside the city, swinging left and right, and was pulled up by the winch amidst the creaking sound.

On both sides are more snake men climbing up.

The one who fell behind was Yasha.

This is a roller made of three-meter-long and one-foot-thick elm wood, and the surface is covered with sharply polished "reverse beard nails".

The clacking sound kept going.

The wood dragged two iron chains and fell along the edge of the city, before reaching the bottom, it was covered with blood and flesh.

In the distance, the giant snake approached with red scales and stopped 200 meters away.

For innate combat power, this distance can be crossed in half a breathing time.

On the tower facing the giant snake, Hong Jian's figure also appeared, facing each other from a distance.

Large sections of trenches have been leveled.

More and more snake people stepped on the corpses of their own people to the city.

Hong Fu rushed to the side of the female wall with a stone in his arms, poked his head out and was about to aim, but saw the nearest snake face only half a meter away from him.

The scales, vertical pupils, fangs, and sharp claws digging into the cracks of the bricks are a hundred times clearer and colder than those seen in dreams.

He suffocated suddenly, and the stone dropped from his hand, hitting the snake man's left arm.

Bones cracked.

The snake man fell a foot, stabilized his body with one arm, and continued to move up.

Hong Fu pushed the female wall with both hands, retreated several steps, his teeth were clenched, and he lost his strength.

He leaned on his knees with both hands, and for a moment he couldn't hear the sound of war drums and shouts of killing, only his heart was beating non-stop.

On the other side, the snake man climbed up the city wall.

As soon as the biting stone knife was taken back into his hand, it had already been hit in the chest by Hong Ping's big shield.

The latter entered the Penetration Realm for less than four months, and just opened up the second serious path, and his whole body has strength of about [-] jin.

But that's just the average snakeman after a blood sacrifice.

Half of the snake man coiled around the female wall to borrow strength, pressing down on the shield with one paw, and chopping down with the knife in the other paw, and was caught by the rasp and axe.

The muscles on Hong Ping's neck twitched violently, and he exerted [-]% of his strength, but he was still pushed back.

"Hong Fu, help me..."

He shouted hard.

After the shout fell, it was Feng Ming who responded.

The iron arrow left the string, sticking to Hong Ping's profile and piercing the snake man's eye socket.

Blood spots splashed on Hong Ping's face.

He made up his mind, but found that the power of resistance on the shield hadn't diminished in the slightest.

On the side, the old soldier who was in the same group as the two stabbed the spear in front and pierced the snake man's waist and eyes.

Hong Fu's second arrow pierced the snake man's neck.

The strength on the shield finally weakened by half.

Hong Ping shouted violently and threw his opponent down the wall.

Such a three-on-one fight took place all over the city wall, but not all humans had the upper hand.

A hundred meters to the east.

A green-scaled snake man pressed forward against the blade that had been eaten into the belly a foot, and chopped the stone ax on the top of the iron helmet.

The flint blade was half shattered.

The helmet collapsed, and the warrior fell limp.

When the saber was drawn halfway, the snake man was hit in the chest by the short spear stabbed diagonally.

The spearhead traversed the torso, and the steel and scales ground out a string of sparks.

However, the alien race with its vital wounds just opened its mouth wide, and exerted force sideways in a way that humans could not replicate, biting the spearman's neck.

Howls deformed with pain, pupils dilated with fear.

But the soldier held the spear to death with both hands, and moved forward desperately.

At this moment, he felt something flowing around him.

A large piece of gravel bypassed the spearman's neck and poured madly from the snake man's giant kiss, eyes and nose.

The sand spreads the jaws open, allowing the soldier to escape with minimal collateral damage.

Then, Hong Fan clenched his fist suddenly.

The snake man's head swelled, and he collapsed.

(End of this chapter)