"Don't mess up, assemble, gather together!"

Walkerrick raised the Spada sword in his hand and shouted loudly, patting the soldiers on the shoulders one by one, signaling them to follow his pace.

"Quick! Fast! ”

Walkerrick shouted loudly, and the archers with a dozen soldiers opened their eyes and retreated, and the barbarians with tomahawks in both hands roared like bloodthirsty beasts.

"Form a dense array and move forward!" At this point, Walker played his role as a centurion, holding his iron sword aloft to keep the soldiers behind him noticed.

Ten of them lined up in a row, their shields raised to form a wall, and the trumpeters were behind them, blowing their trumpets in unison.

The crisp sound of the trumpets accompanied the heavy steps of the soldiers to advance little by little, and Walcreek hid behind the shield, his iron sword in his hand like a scorpion hiding his stinger, ready to deliver the deadliest blow to his enemies.

Hundreds of barbarians poured onto the city walls through the siege towers, making the already crowded city walls even more devoid of a place to stand.

Soon, more and more soldiers gathered behind Walkerek, and they followed Walkrick's pace and rushed into the chaos of battle.

There was a rush of people in front of them, screams and screams, and the soldiers who had been cut down with axes and covered in blood were pushed off the city walls, and the screams came to an abrupt end with a dull sound like sandbags falling to the ground.

"Onward! Advance! ”

Walkrick shouted loudly, leading the soldiers who were following him forward quickly, raising his shield and ramming the barbarian soldiers who had not yet established themselves.

They fought vigorously, but when they turned around at the sound of the horn and the chaotic footsteps, they were met by a broad shield and a spear on top of the broad shield.

"Thorn!"

Walcreek roared loudly, and saw that the soldiers were also boiling with blood, and they roared, raised their spears and stabbed forward.

Four or five barbarians fell in a pool of blood, and the following barbarians rushed up without fear of death, like an angry bull howling, and slammed into the shields of the Romans, for the Romans stood together in such a dense manner that they could not be beaten by the strength of a normal man.

Walkerrick relied on the cover of the shield, raised the Spada's iron sword, seized the opportunity to stab frequently, and was about to compress the barbarians back into the controllable range, but at some point, the ladder of the barbarians below was actually erected on the city wall, and the barbarians who climbed up jumped into the crowd behind Volkrick one after another, and in an instant, the seemingly complete military formation collapsed in an instant, and the two sides returned to the chaotic battle.

"Defeat the siege towers! Defeat siege towers! ”

Not far away, on a tower that protruded, the Machinemaster commanded the soldiers, and he pointed to the siege tower to his right, beckoning the soldiers to turn the ballista around the muzzle, and then reload, pointing directly at the siege tower that was being erected on the city wall to deliver soldiers.

"Click!"

A stone bullet bounced out with a crisp sound, like a black shadow flashing in the day.

"Boom!"

Such a close distance gave this stone projectile a huge destructive power, and it pierced the barbarian's siege tower from the side, and from the other side of the siege tower flew out the stone projectile that had lost its power and fell to the ground with the broken plank.

"Reload! Load! ”

The appraiser's voice became hoarse, but even so, he cried out loudly, seeing that the barbarians on the walls were growing more and more, and the soldiers who could guard the towers were gradually unable to support them.

The soldiers under command were working in a hurry, they were all sweating profusely, and the muscles on their arms were bruised from overexertion, and everyone gritted their teeth and persevered, after all, if they slacked off, they would die.

"Push up to the tower, we're going to guard the ballista there!"

Walkerrick shouted over and over again in the chaotic crowd, God knows if his voice could command the soldiers who were fighting separately.

"Roar!"

Then he heard a roar of rage, and when he turned around, he saw a barbarian rushing in front of him, and he raised his battle axe, which was covered with blood and flesh, and combined with his face, which had become hideous from the killing, like a demon from hell.

Walcreek was not at all afraid of such a ferocious and hideous creature, but raised his shield with a gloomy face to meet the falling axe.

"Click!"

The heavy shield hit the man's arm hard, causing the guy to scream in pain, and the axe in his hand had already flown away without a trace.

Walcreek didn't give the creature a chance to breathe, but he jerked his sword up and stabbed it into the barbarian's chest.

"Whew!"

Walkrick's strength was so great that he pierced the iron sword of Spada through the barbarian's chest until the hilt of the sword was against his chest.

The barbarian's face turned white with a flash of brushing, and as a dying struggle, his feeble hands still clung to Walker's sword-wielding right hand.

Killers don't know how to show mercy, and Walcreek is such a man, with a fierce face, red eyes, and a murderous aura. It was even more cruel to this dying fellow, only to see him swing his shield and smash it on the head that was still conscious.

One time! Twice!

A large amount of blood flowed from the wound, and soon covered the barbarian's face with various tattoos.

Finally, the unconscious guy, who was most likely dead, let go, and with a force on Walcreek, the iron sword sprayed the ground with a cloud of blood.

Carrying the blood-stained sword, Walker wiped away the blood droplets that had been spilled on his mouth, and quickened his pace, facing the barbarians in a mess, he had no mercy, and his sword fell, and there were one more unwilling corpses on the city wall.

"Boom!"

At this time, only a loud bang was heard, followed by a huge tremor, and Walcreek staggered and couldn't help but shake and fall to the ground, he hurriedly raised his head, only to see that the tower stone in front of him was broken and quickly collapsed, and the ballista on it also fell like a toy with the collapsed tower, not to mention the soldiers who lost their support under their feet.

The screams continued for a few moments before cuffing to an abrupt end, and everything was buried in rubble.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

At this moment, Walkerrick heard a loud crash, and he hurriedly turned around.

"Stomp, stomp..."

A series of footsteps rang out, and a large number of soldiers gathered under the city, armed with shields and spears, including some improvised infantry.

They raised their shields, formed a three-sided formation, raised their shields, held spears on their shields, looked ahead, looked at the trembling city gates, each of them had different expressions, some serious, more fearful, and some even had tears on their faces.

No one dared to imagine what was on the other side of the trembling gate, they only knew that the bolt of the door that had cracked was broken, and it was the time to face them.

Dead soldiers, or broken arms and skulls were falling from the gates. This is also a good explanation for why the soldiers stationed at the gates would do nothing in response to the barbarians' brazen attacks on the gates.

"Don't be afraid! When they came up, they pushed them back with their shields. ”

The officers were still teaching the newly recruited "soldiers", even though they were already weeping silently as they stared at the trembling gates.