Ride and Cut

"Fucked!" Richard set down the telescope tube and spit on the ground. He saw the counterattack of the Stuart defenders, and the density and speed can only be explained as the opponent's long-term preparation.

The Pompidian wallman holds a battle axe and shield in one water, which is very suitable for wall melee equipment. If someone survives after the stone ball bursts, the axe will make up for it-although this situation is almost impossible.

They climbed up the wall with their hands and feet neatly along the ladder and the columbine. To be honest, even if the previous spell preparation is extremely powerful, it is still beyond everyone's imagination to such a degree, everyone is straightforward in their hearts.

Their heads crossed the height of the battlements, and for the first time what was behind the wall was exposed to outsiders. Before the smile on his face disappeared, his pupils had already shrunk into needlepoints.

"Dang Cang." Someone fell to the ground with an axe in his hand, but even the most demanding officer could not blame him.

In front of you are arrow towers rising from the ground, carefully built from large blocks of granite, completely unlike what the air riders said, "behind the walls are all houses without threats."

The height is about two blades shorter than the city wall, and there are densely packed archers and a large number of bed crossbows. Countless open longbows are waiting in battle, ready to be launched.

The corners of Stuart's archers' mouths were slightly bent, and those were the cruel smiles that the gods of death would only show when they reaped their lives.

"Shoo, hoo."

All the Pompeii infantry can do is raise the shield.

The rain-like arrows converged into a black cloud, like a hornet passing by, devouring an unknown number of lives.

If the shield is quite effective against the longbow, it is too thin in front of the crossbow.

The monstrous blood surges up into the sky in an instant, and the Pompeii soldiers on the city head are like leeks facing the sickle, all cut down!

Those who were eligible to participate in the first wave of offensive were the heads of the various legions, who would have received the honor of breaking the city. In the face of unexpected setbacks, they were brave and worthy of the elite name.

The blood plasma flowed down the ladder and the columbine like a stream, still carrying the temperature before it could dissipate. The skin of the log that was full of liquid suddenly became slippery, but the follow-up troops not only did not retreat, but immediately rushed to the head of the city at a faster speed.

Almost no one spoke for a while, and only the army boots stepped on the wooden boards were heard in the ears, and the loud and dense bangs sounded together, and the atmosphere was heavy enough to stagnate the air.

"Quick, quick!" Only the officers were trying their best to urge them. They understood that Stuart was yawning, but since they had already attacked the wall, they couldn't justify not trying hard. After all, one's own side has a huge number of advantages, even if it is hard to fight and consume, it can be better than the other party.

The soldiers of Pompeii are commendable for their bravery. Under extremely disadvantaged conditions, they still have a high morale to launch a violent impact on their opponents, even if they step on the robe and the corpse, they are not half afraid.

They beat their shields with their battle axes, and gradually gathered into a neat rhythm. Driven by this rhythm, the Pompeii infantry and the silver-armored halberd roared and collided with each other, and the cruelest and bloodiest hand-to-hand combat began.

The fighting will of both parties is equally strong, and the martial arts level is equally superb. From the physical point of view, the Pompeii are obviously stronger, and if it is a fair fight, they will at least not suffer.

But the battlefield never pays attention to fairness, here we only look at the results. The support behind the Stuart infantry is really strong-facing the dense arrows and spells as raindrops, the soldiers of Pompeii have suffered heavy losses before they have time to enter the hand-to-hand combat.

They often just fend off the halberds of the Stuarts, and before they have time to fight back, they are killed by a cold arrow that flies from nowhere.

The longbow can give full play to its power at this distance, even if the iron armor is difficult to stop, it can often shoot through people directly!

Not to mention the bed crossbow set up on the arrow tower, this heavy ordnance is amazing in the battle of defending the city. Whenever the string "Xian Om" vibrated, the spear-like arrow turned into a black shadow. The crossbow bolts with huge blades on the two wings, accompanied by the creepy sound of breaking and breaking, will not stop until all the kinetic energy is consumed.

And on the path it flew, it was already a piece of flesh and blood.

The dying were groaning, and the brave were roaring, mixed with the constant sound of knives and guns, turning into a battlefield elegy that was almost too noisy to distinguish!

Life and blood are being consumed at an astonishing rate, and thick plasma flows under the feet, quickly making the ground slippery. Countless stumps and broken arms pile up indiscriminately, as terrifying and cruel as infinite hell!

The Pompeii archer kept throwing arrows towards the city, but faced with a height difference of fifteen blades, his efficiency was pitiful. The people on the roof of the building can do their best. Being able to stand in this position shows that they are all top players without exception. Unfortunately, there are too few of them to turn the tide of the battle.

And when Stuart's colleagues, who were more than a hundred times in number, noticed them, these Pompeii shooters became hedgehogs almost instantly!

A Pompeii court mage of the Qi-type engraved the recording, and displayed a "Mega Upwelling Air Current", lifting a dozen spellcasters, including himself, to a height roughly equal to the city wall.

Later, a water court mage unexpectedly displayed an extremely remote "Herboli Water Vapor Shield" to bless all the mages.

The so-called accomplishments are inadvertently revealed in these small details-you must know that the water element itself is not light, most water system shields will cause additional burden on the upwelling airflow, and the "water vapor shield" he chose belongs to Very few exceptions!

No additional declaration is needed~www.readwn.com~ The confrontation between the two methodists begins immediately.

No one spends time preparing powerful spells at critical junctures, and they all use the best short, flat and quick tactics to shoot.

Richard saw it immediately, and multiple wizards from both sides shot together, and the flow of spells they played was ten times brighter than a rainbow!

"Fire Elemental Crossbow Shooting", "Tula Water Wheel Cutting", "Pingpali Precise Thorns", "God Blessing Extreme Frost Arrow", these spells or divine arts are rarely seen once in a lifetime. At this moment The eyes of everyone came down to a large package, followed their respective trajectories to fly to the target, and then crashed into a group of explosions in mid-air.

"God!" The painter Monet next to Richard watched this scene, trembling with excitement, and there was a pure brilliance flickering in his eyes.

The spell collision created a cloud of blurred smoke, which was an element that had not had time to completely dissipate after the rupture. Various colors are mixed in it, which is far more vivid and stunning than any other paint in the world, making all the surrounding things eclipsed.

For a painter, it is probably a spectacle that will never be forgotten in his lifetime.