"Boom!" When the first wave of trenchers hit the city wall, everyone felt a little expectation.

At this moment, a hoarse roar came from the depths of the castle, and the fog suddenly became strong.

"Wait, wait until the afternoon." Fang Xin thought so.

On the castle, archers can easily shoot arrows to a range of 250 meters with the advantage of the tower. Within this range, it is for the effective killing area. For this reason, in order to safely operate siege equipment, the function of the catapult is not only to project on the soldiers on the city wall, but also to clear the city head and attack the houses and personnel in the fortifications. Therefore, it is obvious that the range must reach about 400 to be suitable for operation and have practical combat functions.

Sure enough, although there were a few sharp roars, the rain of arrows pounced in without hitting the slightest. Five catapults were busy bombing, and one stone after another roared up and smashed down again.

The only thing is that the catapult is very difficult to make, string ropes, long handle sleeves, winch, beams, iron bolts, rod arms, these are all precision tools in this era.

Let’s talk about two things. The first is string rope, a large tread machine, and it cannot even be used with hemp fiber rope. It must be made of thick horse mane rope, and it must be soaked with beef bone oil (a kind of oil made of cow’s tibia and toe joint bone) for several days before it can be used. Otherwise, it will definitely be damaged or broken under the action of friction after tightening the string, and the source of raw materials is relatively difficult. As for reasonable design and excellent wood, it is necessary.

Secondly, during the operation, the launch time must be just right. If there is a slight hesitation, the continuous huge deformation on the rod arm may cause the rod arm to break, and a catapult will be destroyed.

The heavy stone fell down, and one was falling on the city wall. With a bang, everyone's ears were filled with this dull sound, and the war horses even neighed because of this.

The eyes are sharp, and you can even see blood splashing from the stones, which are fragments of the human body.

Fang Xin remained silent, and the knights quickly comforted the horses. They were worthy of being professional soldiers with military qualities, arranged calmly and waiting for the opportunity.

Twenty minutes later, the arm of a catapult broke, and the heavy stone did not launch, but fell down. Suddenly, the soldiers below were suppressed before they could dodge. With a bang, they disappeared. After a while, blood was mixed with rain and flowed out.

No one would delay it. Although the other catapults were pale, they continued to launch, and one huge rock after another fell on the city wall, or even into the castle, smashing the houses inside.

The continuous launch made the militia on the castle more and more frightened. When another flesh and blood flew, these militia who had just emerged from the farmland finally dropped their weapons and shields, cried and fled in scattering.

But the farmers who were screaming miserably did not have time to run far. The dark soldiers waved their swords mercilessly and drove them away with force. The crying, the terrible horns, and the sound of swords piercing into human body were immediately performed on the city wall.

Fang Xin's sharp eyes saw a dark knight hitting a farmer's head with a mace. Blood and brain matter splattered on his armor and shield.

"The Grand Duke, it is a blood sacrifice, and the altar is absorbing their lives and souls!" Bishop Barnier said without surprise: "If these peasants can resist, they will resist. If they cannot, they will also increase the power of the altar."

"Yeah, so they must die!" Fang Xin said sneered, Yu Ruyi was shocked, and murderous intent flashed in his heart.

At this moment, another stone suddenly hit the city wall. The wall that was originally hit by continuous blows, collapsed with a "boom" sound, revealing a gap of several meters.

"Charge!" Fang Xin drew his sword and roared.

Suddenly, the knight was wearing heavy armor and led the soldiers to rush towards the gap. The horses neighed and shouted to kill the sky.

As soon as he entered the range of the arrow tower, a wave of arrow rain fell from the sky. In an instant, a knight in front and a group of soldiers were shot to the ground. However, the charge had been launched and there was no hesitation. Everyone shouted to charge.

The second wave of arrow rain.

The third wave of arrow rain.

The fourth wave of arrow rain.

Fang Xin's face turned ugly. Facing the large-scale charge below, the dark soldiers seemed to have not wavered. In just two hundred meters, four waves of arrow rains were emitted. In just these four waves, the two hundred soldiers fell down, including several knights.

However, there were not many archers among the dark soldiers, and the time was too short. Fang Xin thought, because this torrent had already rushed into the gap and was colliding with the militia who were driven up.

Screaming and wailing, the moment of the collision seemed to even the air became extremely dull, and the continuous collision of flesh and blood was heard. Every time the sword was pulled into the body at this close range, it would make blood fly and spray on everyone in this range, dyeing bright red.

The rain of arrows was still falling, shooting at the people in the gap regardless of each other.

At this critical moment, the knights played an important role. They drew out their long swords and entered the militia, possessing extraordinary physical strength. With the help of horses, wherever the swords went, militia corpses were everywhere, and blood turned into a river.

In just two minutes, the militia's defense line collapsed. They howled and fled in all directions, ignoring the dark soldiers behind them. The knights ignored the militia and charged straight towards the dark soldiers.

Three thousand torrents continued to rise, and after camping soldiers rushed into the castle, they began to climb up the city walls and arrow towers, strangle the dark soldiers, and the dark soldiers also threw down their bows and arrows and began to draw their swords to fight.

As more and more people died, the fog in the castle became stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be no one to see ten meters away, but the battle did not weaken. There were shadows everywhere, as well as screams one after another, and the sound of sharp blades stabbing into the human body and smashing bones.

But the battle was finally over, and blood was stained with eye-catching red everywhere.

In front of the temple (Lord's Mansion), Fang Xin stopped the attack. He squinted his eyes and looked inside. There was deep and boundless darkness, and it was still boiling.

At this time, Cortard was coming. He rode a war horse, holding a long sword in his hand. The battle robe and armor were covered with red blood. His whole body was covered with blood, but for some reason, it made him look particularly noble.

Holding the hilt of the sword, he smiled thoughtfully on the other side: "Grand Duke, it's here. I just felt that more than a thousand lives have died here. The altar has absorbed a lot of power, and there are dark knights and mages inside. There will be a hard battle below!"

"Is that so? I don't think there is no need to fight below."

Fang Xin raised his face in vain. His clothes were not stained with blood, but for some reason, even Cortard was surprised by this gentle smile.

"Last time after Viscount Columbine Taverner died, a noble finally surrendered to me and told the secret. Yes, I realized that there were still a large number of oil bombs. I have to say that everyone has a trump card!" Fang Xin saw that he was a little confused and explained generously.

"Since that's the case, why should we fight? Darkness is not only afraid of light, but also flames. What do you think?" Fang Xin said in a gentle tone, his smile warmer: "We should prepare a huge stake for these people, right? As long as we don't burn all the castles, it's fine."

"You're talking!" Cortad nodded.

Stake?

Cortad looked up and saw a small scatterer dragging in, and then batches of oil bombs cut through the sky.

The fire soared into the sky in a short time, with extremely tragic wails and curses inside.
Chapter completed!