The flying stone pierced through the siege tower, and the barbarian soldiers who were knocked out were like fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind, falling on the shields held up by the military array below with a "bang" sound.

"Well played! Well played! ”

Walcreek laughed, pointing to the battered siege tower that had to stop and recuperate, and he turned back and shouted to the soldiers to keep shooting.

When the soldiers saw the power of the ballista, they naturally plucked up their confidence, and they vigorously held a stone bullet onto the ballista.

The Machinemaster ran up to Walker's side, and he was watching, ready to deliver a shot to the top of the siege tower.

At this time, the Scythians saw the ballistae aimed at them on the siege tower, and they shouted loudly, calling all the archers at the fort.

Dense arrows landed on the battlements, and the "clanging" was bounced off.

The soldiers picked up speed and eventually pulled the pimp and finally put the stone on it.

"Ready, to hell with those damned barbarians!"

The Apparatus Master pointed to the siege tower that had stopped ahead and shouted to the soldiers behind him, only to see the soldier wielding the ballista holding the lever with both hands.

Walcreek only felt a gust of wind blowing overhead, and when he looked up, he saw only a few huge stone projectiles smashing into the ballista, which was already huge.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the ballista collapsed, and the huge turret was aimed at the machine division who was watching the enemy siege tower. The soldier who had clung to the grip lever pressed down involuntarily as the ballista was weightless.

"Be careful! Be careful! ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Walkrick hurried towards the instrumenter, trying to save the unaware creature before the tragedy occurred.

But it was too late, and the apparatuist turned his head to look at Walkerrick suspiciously, and then a large cloud of blood splattered all over Walkerrick's face.

"Oh my God, my God, what's going on."

Walcreek fell to the ground, looking at the corpse in front of him, only half of the body was still squirming slightly, blood and scraps of flesh had already covered the battlements in front of the corpse, and the upper body of the instrumentainist did not know where to go.

Walker's head was buzzing, and he tried his best to remember what had just happened, but his brain seemed to be interrupted at that moment, and he couldn't remember what had happened, and he could only conclude that tragedy had happened.

"No, it's not me! Not me! ”

Bypassing the collapsed ballista, the soldier who saw the tragedy he had inflicted with his own hands cried out loudly, kneeling on the ground and drawing crosses on his chest against half of the machinemen's body.

"Hey, can this thing be fixed?" Walklick kicked the soldier who was still repenting and shouted angrily: "Now is not the time to repent, quick, find a new apparatus, we need a ballista!" ”

The kicked soldier was frightened, he stared at Walker with tears in his eyes, calmed down for a moment and nodded hurriedly, then crawled up and ran along the wall towards another tower.

"Click!"

With a loud bang, Walcreek quickly raised his head, only to see a flying stone burning with raging flames being ejected from another tower not far away.

The flaming stone projectiles cut a black arc through the air, concentrating on another siege tower.

"Boom!"

The stone bullet pierced the top of the siege tower, and smashed a hole in the entire platform baffle above, on which the Scythian soldiers, stabbed by the splinters, lay rolling and wailing in pain.

"Click..."

The Huns were thrashed by trebuchets, and countless stones fell from the sky on the walls, but most of them were blocked by the sturdy and heavy walls.

The stones that passed through the battlements instantly knocked down four or five soldiers who were crowded in place, while others crouched behind the battlements, praying inwardly not to let such good fortune befall them.

"Warriors of Rome, raise your heads, meet your enemies, and fight back! Counterattack! ”

Enthusiastic officers stood behind the battlements and shouted cheers on the soldiers present.

Several heavily armed soldiers carried an iron stand on top of a copper basin in which a flame burned brightly. He held a small wooden cross in one hand, and said words as if he were praying.

Arrows rained down like arrows, passing past his slowly moving figure, striking the soldiers' erected shields.

The archers held their arrows in their hands and set them on fire in the flames of his copper basin, and then set them on the bowstring and stood by.

At this time, the barbarian siege tower was less than fifty meters away from them, and at this time, on the top of the houses of the residents behind the walls of Orleans, a series of trebuchets were also constantly operating, revealing pieces of burning stone bullets, striking at the advancing barbarian army in front of them again and again.

"Bang!"

A stone projectile slammed into the side of a siege tower during the landing, and was bounced off by the plank and landed in the phalanx of soldiers advancing below, instantly appearing a conspicuous hole in the neat phalanx.

"Don't be afraid, puff up your chest, and let these civilized people watch us proudly pierce their throats with the iron sword in their hands!"

The barbarian nobles were heavily armed, so well dressed that their bodies glowed with silver all over their bodies, and the helmets with masks exposed only a mouth for roaring, and the ordinary soldiers behind them looked dwarfed by them.

"Ready!"

A command was heard from the walls, and rows of archers put their still burning arrows on the strings and pointed them to the sky.

"Launch! Launch! ”

"Boom!"

At the moment of the order, a thousand bowstrings rang out at the same time, and the sound was like a thunderous explosion, and hundreds of arrows flew into the sky between the lightning and flint, and fell with the flames of Roman anger in the approaching barbarian army.

"Whew..."

The flaming arrows stuck in the leather-covered siege towers soon ignited the slowly advancing siege towers.

The barbarians didn't seem to give up, they pushed the siege towers forward, and even such a violent burning could not make them give up.

"It's coming! Here it comes! Here it comes! ”

The burning siege tower came to the walls of Orleans, and the officers were more nervous than the soldiers, and Walkrick rushed down the tower to the wall, where the barbarian siege towers were already clinging to the walls of Orleans.

The archers hurriedly pushed down the second line, and the shield-wielding spear-wielding infantry stepped forward, standing their shields up, their spears resting on their shields, their eyes glued to the shield in front of them.

"Squeak-"

There was a sharp thud as the baffle slowly lowered, followed by a crash as the wooden baffle fell heavily on the battlements of the walls of Orleans

"Roar!"

I saw a large group of barbarians in heavy leather armor and with bright tomahawks in both hands, roaring loudly, rushing out of the siege tower and leaping up, landing directly on the shields raised by the Romans.

The terrible savages, like mad bulls in the midst of the chaotic crowd, wielding two sharp axes, weaving back and forth through the crowd, were so nimble that protective weapons such as shields became a burden.

One by one, Roman soldiers were chopped to the ground, blood staining the ground red.