The King of Elden does not die alone!

When the Ansa people come within 200 meters, it is time for the catapults to come into play.

The trebuchets on the city walls have a greater range, but lack the speed and accuracy of the ballista.

They only fired twice.

Each time, fist-sized pieces of gravel are thrown out.

But unfortunately, apart from causing the shield carts to make clanging noises, the catapults did not cause greater casualties to the Ansa people.

If the enemy had no cover, these fist-sized stones would be thrown high into the air and then fall, careful to crush anyone's head, but unfortunately the Ansa people had already anticipated this.

"Archer!"

Adlan yelled.

This will be the third long-range force. The Ansa people entered the range of eighty meters, and the longbowmen began to shoot at the enemies below.

And at the same time.

The Ansa began to charge.

Finally, when the distance was less than a hundred meters, the Ansa people took the initiative to break away from the protection of the shield carts. They carried their own siege weapons and charged towards the castle.

The war cry appeared in an instant, like thunder, passing through the space.

The young British soldier gripped his spear tightly and swallowed hard.

The archers' arrows bounced off the heavily armored soldiers of the Ansa. The enemy wore helmets that only exposed their eyes, and they lowered their heads. They shouted and rushed towards the city wall.

This is a real 'rain of arrows'

Rain can’t kill you, right?

The armor of those Ansars was so tough that it was almost as tough as that of the British knights.

They wore soft armor and chain mail.

There is also a long piece of scale armor, including a skirt and arm guards.

The style of everyone's equipment is slightly different. Some wear short scale armor, while others have Valkyrie wings decorated on their helmets.

The Ansas did not carry ballistas, and even if they did, their range would not be longer than the city defense ballistas on the tower.

Their bows were not as good as the British longbows.

The Ansa people wanted to attack the city as quickly as possible, so they could only rely on infantry.

Chapter 2. Besieged City ()

The Ansa people came to the city under a rain of arrows. The arrows hit their armor, making a rattling sound between the armor plates.

In one go, the Ansa people rushed out from behind the shield carts and erected ladders under the city.

Two soldiers held the bottom of the ladder steady, and two other soldiers pulled it with ropes. The ladder was clasped on the battlement like a big hand climbing up a cliff.

The British tried to block the ladders on the battlements with iron pitchforks.

When the erected ladder crossed the vertical line and fell towards the city wall due to gravity, the iron fork supported the crossbar of the ladder and the British pushed it forward with force.

However, the impatient, heavily armored Ansars had already begun to climb up before the hooks of the ladders had even reached the battlements.

The weight of the ladder, plus the weight of the Ansar soldiers.

The ladder supported by the iron fork was not moved at all, but the British soldier holding the iron fork was pushed back.

Finally, the iron hook of the ladder was placed on the battlement.

"Ugh——"

That is the horn of the Ansa.

Their main force began to advance.

Hundreds of meters away, the Angus people wearing various armors and holding various weapons formed a moving black line on the horizon.

The roar of shouting like a wave reached the ears of the defenders.

The ladders were leaning against the city wall in an inclined posture. They were made of wood that was thicker than the arms and reinforced with metal.

This allowed the first soldiers to raise their shields and climb the ladder as if they were climbing a steep staircase.

The Ansa stared at the enemies on the city wall through the eye holes of their helmets.

On another ladder, an arrow cleverly penetrated through the chain collar of the helmet. The Ansa man opened his eyes wide and dropped the ladder without a word.

The soldiers behind him immediately grabbed both sides of the ladder tightly and pressed their bodies against the ladder to avoid being hit by the falling creature and falling down with it.

"What an unlucky guy." The Ansa warriors watched the heavy body fall to the ground.

Although the British archers were still shooting at the enemies below from the firing holes in the tower, the soldiers were now very close and few of them could find the right angle to shoot their arrows.

No Ansa felt unhappy about seeing his compatriots die in front of him.

That was their belief, they were born to fight to the death.

For the Ansa from Jutland, lying in bed, closing their eyes peacefully surrounded by their children and grandchildren is a great humiliation.

"Charge to the city wall!" shouted an Ansa man with a golden wolf carving on his helmet.

His voice attracted countless resonances, as if the Ansa people thought that by howling they could make the Britons behind the city walls give up their castles.

On the other side of the city gate, soldiers dragging iron-wrapped wooden stakes had arrived at the foot of the city, where stones and javelins were thrown down like raindrops.

The first gate is wavering.

The Ansa on the outside held up huge shields comparable to Roman shields to protect the warriors between them who were rushing towards the gate with wooden stakes in their arms.

Some were knocked to the ground, while others were pierced in the shoulder by javelins that pierced through their shields.

But there are always other soldiers who can quickly fill these gaps from behind the shield carts in the rear.

There were six men, and they held the stake, stepped back, swung it up, and sprinted toward the door.

'boom--'

The door trembled.

Almost nothing can penetrate this metal-reinforced door.

However, its bolt is fragile compared to the door itself.

The Ansa could see the Britons' hoplites on the move, their helmets swaying behind the battlements.

In the past, whenever this happened, they would climb up the ladders and face rocks and javelins raining down on them.

This time it was better.

The Anshars were a third of the way up the ladder, and with them the Britons, they could see across the battlements, over shield and helmet, into each other's eyes.

But no javelins or stones fell from overhead.

They're not ready at all?

Some Ansas believed that their fiery invasion was effective.

No army could dare to launch an attack on the third day after a siege, and similarly, no army could be ready for everything on the third day of a siege.

The castle would be theirs, the Ansa's.

The warriors of Ansa continued to climb upwards.

A new incident occurred on the city wall.

They saw several British heavy infantrymen carrying a huge log to the top of the city wall.

It was a piece of wood as tall as a man, covered with sharp blades.

"Be careful!" The Ansa people screamed immediately when they saw such a thing.

He held tightly onto the ladders on both sides.

Then the British threw down the huge beam.

A shadow fell from above, and the Ansa held his breath, staring at the wood with eyes widened to terrifying sizes.

On the straight up and down ladder, there is no way to avoid the things falling from above.

Fear of death is human instinct.

Even the Ansar people who believe in Valhalla are the same. When the beam above their heads falls towards them, they will instinctively pray that it will not fall on them.

But unfortunately, this is not possible.

The ropes binding the wooden beams were obviously longer than the length from the city wall to the position of the Ansa people.

The beam first hit the ladder, and several horizontal steps were cut by the blade on the beam. The wooden ladder reinforced with metal strips bent, and the beam bounced and continued to fall downwards.

The Ansar held their shields high and grasped one end of the ladder tightly, forming an acute angle between the shield and the ladder, hoping that the wooden beam would bounce off from the angle of the shield.

The Ansa people really overestimate themselves.

As soon as the heavy wood hit him, he dropped it.

Fall down.

His body fulfilled his previous expectations of the rolling log and bounced along the angle formed by the shield of the person behind him. He screamed and fell to the ground.

There were quite a lot of beams, and under Anthony's instructions, almost all the large logs were transformed into such beams.

The British heavy infantry raised the wooden poles and threw them down, knocking the Ansa warriors off the cloud.

Not everyone falls though.

But even if they could hold on to the ladder tightly, they would be pressed by the wooden beams and unable to move.

With the rope, the wooden beam will not fall freely until it falls into the pile of people below, but will be suspended in the center of the ladder.

This almost created an insurmountable obstacle for what followed.

The Ansa people were blocked before the wooden plank.

Someone pulled out an axe and chopped at the ropes holding the logs together.

"Pull it up quickly!" A British soldier was always observing the situation below.

Others hurriedly pulled the rope.

Then, the Angsa people used the momentum of the rising wood to climb up one level.

"Let him go!" the soldier shouted again.

The log hit the Ansa's shield again, but this time, the log fell from a short height in front and did not have sufficient acceleration.

The Ansa man took a step back, pushing the wood.

Then he chopped at the rope that tied the wooden beam again.

This back and forth cycle continued once more.

"Give me a shield!" the Ansa shouted.

The shield had been torn into pieces by the sharp corners of the beam.

When the beam was pulled up again, he stepped back instead and took the intact shield from the warrior behind him.

Tie the shield to your left arm, hold the ladder with your left hand, and try to chop the rope of the beam again.

A javelin pierced from top to bottom, penetrated the weak point of the armor's defense, and stabbed into the Ansa man's neck.

"Give me a javelin!" the British soldier shouted behind him.

Looking down with the javelin in hand, he saw that the Ansa man had already fallen.

He held the javelin in reverse grip, preparing to take aim.

An arrow from the Ansa people shot and pierced his left eye.

The British soldiers screamed and fell back.

The arrows of the Ansa people fell on the city wall with a crackling sound.

Their main force had arrived, and after leaving behind a large number of horrific corpses, a large force of the Ansa people advanced towards the front, facing the fire of catapults and crossbows.

The archers held the shield carts and suppressed the people on the city wall.

The situation seemed to have reversed. On the city wall, the British longbowmen could not stand behind the battlements where the battle was fierce and draw their bows, and could only fight back through the narrow shooting holes in the towers.