Undoubtedly, as a tyrant, Kirwyn's patience has always been poor, so when the army arrived outside the city, he gave the order to attack without giving his soldiers time to rest.

Under the operation of a large number of craftsmen, huge one-armed stone throwers were quickly assembled, and the head-sized stones struck a graceful and deadly parabola, rumbling into sections of city walls and the tops of buildings.

With enormous mechanical and kinetic energy, almost every impact can cause heavy casualties.

Especially the feeling of helplessness that can do nothing while watching death come is enough to destroy the psychological defense of the vast majority of ordinary soldiers.

Thankfully, with the blessing of religious fanaticism, the followers of these dark churches did not collapse, but shouted the slogan of dedication to the gods, and engaged in a fierce battle with the enemies who climbed up.

In a matter of moments, large swaths of the city walls were stained red with blood, and in some places where the fighting was fierce, even escalators could not be fixed.

Because there is too much plasma on the ground, as long as the ladder is put up, it will slide uncontrollably to both sides.

As for the corpses, a wall of flesh was piled up, and climbers had to climb over the corpses before they could find a place to stay.

"Oh my God, aren't these guys a rabble? how could they be so crazy? Actually fixed several rounds of attacks!" Kerwin held up his gem-encrusted monoculars and opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

You must know that in his plan, soldiers like this who are promoted from civilians in large numbers have never been able to fight tough battles, and at most about 10% of them will be killed or wounded, and their morale will fall into a trough, and they can't help but start turning around and running away.

But now, let alone running away, there is not even a single one who retreats.

He even saw several teenagers swoop a knight who had climbed up to the top of the city to the ground, and then stab him alive with his sharp dagger through the gap in his armor.

In addition, there are some old people who are over the age of six, sticking to the front line, no matter how seriously injured, they will never take a step back.

Where is this a group of rabble, even if the most elite armies of all the countries on this continent are pulled out, it is impossible to do this kind of battle to the last moment, to the extent of fighting to the last man.

Nervous!

Disturbed!

Terrified!

For the first time, he became afraid of these ordinary people, whom he despised, and was desperate to know what had turned them from a meek pack of sheep into a ferocious pack of wolves.

"Your Majesty, I suggest you better hold off your attack! Send a few spies to find out what's going on in the city, I always feel that something is wrong. Baron Kellenster narrowed his eyes and offered a compromise.

As a loyal Dogleg, he could feel that the morale of his soldiers was rapidly declining, and some were already timid before they even joined the siege.

That's not a good sign!

Even if you haven't used those incomprehensible steel golems and monsters that exude a bloodthirsty aura all over your body.

"Are you sure you want to stop the attack at this time, maybe in a dozen minutes, our soldiers will take the city wall?" said Kirwin, with a strong sense of uncertainty.

"No way! Look carefully at the resolute expression on the enemy's face! Are they afraid? Are they afraid of death? No! I read only from their eyes fanaticism, an unknown fanaticism. In this case, the more you oppress them, the more fiercely they will resist. The best way to deal with this situation is to give them a moment to think about whether it is worth the sacrifice. Baron Kellenster analyzed very calmly.

As a battle-hardened commander and a powerful warrior, he had seen many of these situations and knew that cold treatment was the best thing to do right now.

Otherwise, if you continue to fight hard, your own soldiers will soon be the first to collapse.

And if the morale of the army collapses, it will take a long time to recover before it can be put into battle again.

Although these soldiers were initially just cannon fodder recruited to fight each other with the enemy.

But I don't know when the tyrant suddenly paid attention to the guy he once regarded as garbage, and even equipped it with sophisticated weapons and armor, hoping to build an elite with amazing combat power.

Therefore, no matter what angle they stand on, they must ensure that they will not lose confidence in themselves and in this army.

Kirwin undoubtedly knew this very well, and stood there and hesitated for a few minutes, and finally nodded: "Okay, stop the attack, let the soldiers rest for the night." But don't stop the stone-throwers, ballistas, and bed crossbows. I'm going to see if they can continue to be fanatical after the bombardment. ”

"Understood! I'll have the artisans change into oil to make sure they don't get a chance to rest. Baron Kelranster bowed slightly, and then walked to the rear, giving orders to the craftsmen who operated the machinery.

When the bell for retreat was rung and countless soldiers retreated like a tidal wave, one after another lit clay pots fell in various areas within the city walls.

In less than ten minutes, fires were spreading everywhere, especially in the wooden slums, where people could not get close to them, let alone extinguish them.

In desperation, the Dark Church had no choice but to organize manpower to forcibly demolish some of the buildings, and poured a large amount of water into some of the buildings, barely establishing two separation belts.

Of course, none of the above is the most terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is that the warehouse, which was originally used to store grain, was also directly ignited by the fire.

This means that, in addition to the small amount of dry food they carry with them, they lose their most important food supplies, and they will be in an embarrassing situation of running out of food for a week at most.

"Ma'am, the granary is finished! what are we going to do now?" asked a church senior with a grim face.

"Hmph, does losing a little food shake your faith in the Dark God, and don't forget, our ultimate goal is to awaken Him through brutal and bloody sacrifices. Keep your eyes open and take a good look at the blood-stained walls, God has enough strength today. Tell all believers that the last moment has come to test their faith and devotion. If there are not enough enemies, we sacrifice ourselves. Including me, I can give my life for the final victory. ”

As she said this, the woman's eyes flashed with a crazy light.

She obviously knew very well that the tyrant would never give herself any chance to escape again, either desperately trying to use all the chips on hand to win the victory, or being completely wiped out from body to soul, there was absolutely no third possibility.

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