savior epic

Chapter 123 Opportunity
Fighting to the death was taking place on and off the city wall. Men led guards in heavy armor and rode war horses, and commanded a few elites who could shoot arrows or hold crossbows on horseback to keep up.

When only half the distance was left from the city wall, except for a few elites who were able to shoot arrows on the horse, everyone else got off their horses, and the servants who followed them brought the horses back to the camp.

The rain of arrows flew towards the top of the city, covering them.

One after another, dead bodies rolled down the city wall, most of them belonged to the enemy, and there were also figures of his own people. The man knew that the fight on the city wall had reached a fever pitch.

The men and the guards held all kinds of weapons, and the cavalry who could immediately draw their bows held up their shields and followed closely behind. When the enemy's bows and stones could not pose a threat, the men told them to pull the reins of the horses and head towards the gate inside the city gate. The Janissaries fired arrows.

More than a dozen flying arrows fell on the defending imperial guards, and they were suddenly attacked by arrows. They inevitably panicked. At this time, the man led the guards around him into the battlefield. He raised his sword and stepped forward. Passing an advancing infantryman, he cut open the calf of the Praetorian in front of the latter, exposing the horrifying white bones, and there was no armor there.

The imperial guard screamed and fell down, and was soon buried under the spear that was poked over.

"The Consul! The Consul is here!"

The infantry noticed the man and his guards, and their morale was shaken for a moment, and they pressed on the enemy brutally and fearlessly.

Cooperating with the archers on horseback, the imperial guards were forced back by the sudden short-distance charge. The man clenched his long sword tightly and found a good position. Another sword pierced through the gap in the shield and stabbed a guard soldier in the face. .

The infantry's charge and bows pushed the imperial guards a certain distance, but it was still not enough. The infantry brandished scimitars and spears, looked for gaps, slashed, slapped or stabbed, and taught the enemy to drop corpses one by one. , the arrows that kept shooting from high places made it difficult for the Imperial Guard soldiers to fight back forcefully.

Gradually, the imperial guards on the right could no longer hold on. Above them, city-state soldiers stood on the wall not far away, filling the city in black, giving them great pressure.

The Praetorian Guard on the right has a hole.

The man noticed this, held up the kite-shaped shield, and commanded loudly: "Break through to the right."

Sure enough, the infantry rushed there with their shields upright. Some of them even lowered their shields as much as possible, and raised their scimitars to fight nimbly.

Seeing some imperial guards noticed that he was commanding, the man retreated slightly behind the infantry, under protection, his hands trembled slightly belatedly. Since the establishment of the city-state of Alanbiin, men have rarely Go into battle and fight.

The speed of advancement suddenly increased, and the infantry had completely squeezed into the city gate, forming a semicircle with a sharp cone. Relying on the skillful cooperation of the veterans, they added wounds to each enemy.

The cavalry with bows and crossbows were at the city gate, finding the right timing and angle, and hitting the arrows on the guards.

At some point, the man saw that the advancing speed had slowed down, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard began to regroup, and the soldiers in the back row raised their shields to block arrows for themselves and others.

After the panic at the beginning, the imperial guards gradually became orderly.

The man raised his head and looked up.

He was stunned to see a familiar figure.

Pulling the horse's head, Myron personally went to supervise the battle not far from the city gate. He gestured and gave orders one after another, surrounded by several high-class slaves.

"Myron!" The man was furious.

The earliest companions who followed him to revolt not only betrayed him, but also commanded the defenders to create a fatal obstacle for him.

Driven by anger, the man leaned forward, and a spear just rushed towards him. He turned slightly, with the point of the sword pointing down, and went up along the right rib, and the guard soldier holding the spear was pierced by him like this. Before dying, driven by the desire to survive, he tore down the companion beside him.

His companion immediately fell to the sword of the advancing infantry.

Although the consul beheaded the enemy again, which greatly boosted the morale of the infantry, the Praetorian Guards still defended tenaciously, almost pushing them back several times.

The guards brought over by the consul, this group of elites stared at the figure of the consul, and quickly stepped forward to protect the consul who slashed the enemy behind the shield.

Boom!
Suddenly there was a rumbling sound on the city wall, like a thunderbolt, and the two warring parties on the field stopped at the same time.

The man was the quickest to react, and shouted excitedly: "Our trebuchet, our trebuchet!"

When the infantry heard this, they immediately came back to their senses, and cut down some of the Janissary soldiers who were in panic and astonishment on the battlefield.

In the distance, seeing the imperial guards retreating step by step, Myron's face changed, and the men and horses neighed. He commanded the city wall up and down, but did not recognize the man fighting at the city gate.

"Hold it, call people down to guard the city gate, or we'll be all over, and I'll be all over!" Myron's hand holding the scimitar was trembling, and his expression was terrifying.

The sound of cracking sounded again, and another boulder was thrown onto the city wall. The wall trembled slightly, but the sound seemed to be crumbling.

The man understands that such a thick city wall cannot be destroyed overnight. The significance of the trebuchet at this time is to deter and break the courage of the enemy. He turned his head and saw rows of cavalry waiting in the distance. He realized that he was about to seize a space for the cavalry to enter the city.

It is necessary to take advantage of the opportunity that the enemy army is intimidated by the trebuchet, and tear open the immediate defense line.

Otherwise, when the enemy realizes that the trebuchets cannot cause substantial damage, the infantry at the city gate will face doubled advance obstacles.

"Citizens, for justice! For liberation!" The man hissed, and several elite guards followed him and charged forward.

Several sword blades, blades, and spears came towards the man. As a consul, the man was fully armored. Those weapons tore through his burqa, and the chain mail rustled.

The man endured the pain of the sword hitting his body, raised his sword, and slashed at the enemy in front of him twice in succession. The soldier was standing in front of him, almost exhausted, and the hand that held the shield was slightly loosened, revealing a flaw , the man poked his eye out.

Seeing the consul marching forward bravely, the infantry pressed forward with their shields upright, and smashed or slashed with their swords and spears.

Boom!
Boom!

The sound was strange this time, far louder than the previous ones. The man couldn't help but look up. It turned out that the counterweight trebuchet smashed across the wreckage of the arrow tower above his head, and the huge stone fell on the city wall.

Immediately afterwards, the wreckage of the arrow tower broke several pillars, leaving only one struggling to support it. For a moment, the man watched it break apart abruptly, and slid down from the tower abruptly.

The Arrow Tower completely collapsed, and its largest shed fell from the sky, hitting the retreating guards just in time.

The wailing and howling sounded in an instant, and the originally tight formation of the Imperial Guard broke up in an instant.

The collapse of the arrow tower, as well as the location of the collapse, were all due to luck, or the blessing of the Lord.

The man didn't know, he didn't have time to think, because now there was an opportunity to completely defeat the enemy waiting for him.

(End of this chapter)