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Chapter 122 Myron
Keke was holding the big pole made of wooden slats, and led the infantry to rush to the front. When the ladder truck was about to drive to the front, he dropped the big pole, took off the kite-shaped shield behind him, and stepped on the ladder truck first. Enter the city through the aisle cleared by the soldiers on both sides of the carriage.

Putting down the planks for climbing the city, Keke roared, picked up the one-handed warhammer, and stepped outside in one step, directly smashing a slave soldier who had just drawn a scimitar. The latter had no helmet and his skull was sunken. , the whole person fell to the ground as soft as leather.

With this battle cry, the infantry behind also held their weapons, rushed out of the ladder cart, and rushed towards the defenders who had just assembled. The veterans climbed the city wall first, followed by the recruits, basically formed by four Formed into a small team, two people held spears, one held a knife and shield, and one held a hammer shield. They cooperated with each other according to years of training, shouting "Glory to the Lord", "Eliminate tyranny, destroy tyrants", one knife at a time He hammered down and frightened the unarmored slave soldiers.

For a moment, blood and knife light splashed everywhere.

Their bannermen cut down the king's banner on the wall, and planted the banner of Elambyin to fly.

The man watched all this with a binoculars.

The soldiers in armor and helmets were fighting bravely. The man turned his binoculars to look at the scouts observing the city wall, waiting anxiously.

The soldiers who climbed the city wall first fought hard to cover the comrades who climbed the city wall later and the battering ram slammed into the gate. The men pressed the hilt of the long sword tightly and held their breath, hoping that the soldiers on the city wall would attract them. Enough defenders to allow the battering ram to break through the gate of the royal capital.

"Lord, bless us." The man murmured.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the archers commanded by Kerwin set up feathered arrows again, stretched the bowstring to the full, raised it, and aimed at several arrow towers on the city wall.

Feathered arrows dragging flames flew up the arrow tower, and the arrow tower that lacked maintenance and repairs was ignited by the continuous rockets. The decayed wooden boards fell like meteors, and sparks overflowed.

In the flames, the tall Keke was holding a hammer, and there were two equally heroic soldiers beside him. He erected his shield and knocked down the upper-class slave who was wearing armor and rushing forward. The terrified face of the enemy.

On the city wall, countless defenders wailed and fled down this section of the city wall. Keke, who was wearing heavy armor, roared and led the soldiers to fight in an orderly manner. Under the beating of fear, most of the slave soldiers were routed.

Numerous arms squeezed each other, pushing each other, and fled for the road, with pieces of meat and blood clots flying around.

Keke stood high on the top of the city, leading groups of soldiers to kill the defenders. The enemy had already begun to dispatch, and a group of high-class slaves with shiny armor could be seen from a distance driving away with shields and scimitars. Come.

Suddenly, he frowned, his lips trembled, and a familiar flag appeared on the other side of the city.

That's Myron's flag.

In the camp, the man raised the binoculars, and was surprised to see that the defenders on the city wall began to organize, and a group of high-class slaves in armor appeared collectively at the top of the city. They were majestic and majestic, completely different from the escaped slave soldiers around them.

"What's the matter? How come the high-class slaves came so fast, and their organizational skills are so good." Looking through the binoculars, the man vaguely saw that the high-class slaves were divided into two rows, with shields in the front row and spears in the back row. Pushing forward with the city-state soldiers who climbed the city wall, they maintained excellent discipline, which was very different from other slave soldiers and the high-class slaves they had seen.

Before the man had time to get to the bottom of it, a messenger came driving a galloping horse.

"Consul! The city gate is broken!"

When the good news came, the man couldn't help being excited, and said loudly: "Ask the cavalry of the second and third formations to get ready, push out of the space and rush in."

It seems that there is no need to find a weak city wall.

The man thought so.

As long as they take down a section of the city wall and a part of the capital, it means that the entire capital will begin to collapse, and they can quickly reach the palace after a short stay.

However, not long after, the man saw through the viewing tube that the infantry on the city wall began to shrink gradually, and the closely-arranged upper-class slaves formed a tight square formation, pressing on with a fairly disciplined step. It was extremely rare in the army of the king, and the king's guards were among them. The man immediately guessed that this was to suppress the superior slaves to obey orders.

"...Could it be. Myron?!" The man suddenly thought of something.

Compared with the king's slave army, the great advantage of the Alanbiin city-state's legion lies in its strict discipline, united and orderly squad battle formation, and the elite level of individuals.

But right now, the high-class slaves trained and organized by Merun also have the same phalanx, and the high-class slaves used as soldiers in the capital are basically equipped with excellent armor and sharp weapons. Under the long-term good food, he is tall, basically half a head taller than the soldiers of the city-state army.

For a while, even if the city-state infantry had a slight advantage on the city wall, they were unable to drive the advanced slaves who had advanced over the city wall.

"Myron the dog!" the man swore.

As soon as the city gate was knocked open, the city-state infantry rushed in, and they encountered a large number of the king's guards. These guards, with feathers on their helmets and excellent scimitars and shields in their hands, were extremely resilient. And morale, the time before the battering ram broke through the city gate allowed the king to transfer the guards over in time.

Relying on the initial charge and advance, the infantry pushed back the Imperial Guards for a certain distance. The two sides crowded together, pushing and shoving with shields, and slashing with swords.

But then, under the strict defense of the imperial guards, the advancement of the city-state infantry was hindered. The space they advanced was simply not enough to clear the way for the cavalry and allow enough space for the charge.

It can be said that before pushing away that space, they will all be alone and helpless.

"Damn it!" The man was burning with anxiety, thinking about countermeasures.

The scouts had come to report several times before, but they hadn't found the weak point of the city wall. If the city wall could not be smashed down, the counterweight trebuchet would have no other function other than deterrence, just like a large bow and arrow.

The defenders of the royal capital have gradually recovered from the chaos, and they began to organize a counterattack. The dispatch was a lot faster than what they had seen before. The man immediately determined that it was Myron who was in command, and the latter was the deputy of the Vanguard Army. He is the head of the legion, and possesses an excellent ability to judge the situation.

"The orderly!" The man yelled loudly, calling the orderly to him, "I have to lead people to the city gate, command in person, must push in, push out a space for the cavalry to enter the city, you immediately Go get Kassel ready! The counterweight trebuchet must also be dragged out to cover our attack!"

While talking, he turned over and rode on the horse, took off the candlestick around his waist, and kissed the side of the stand.

"Lord, have mercy."

(End of this chapter)