The Svadia crossbowman slammed down the earthy yellow clay pot.

It smashed into the skull of the jackal at the front, and shattered into countless pieces with a click.

Amber oil splattered in an instant as the shattered clay pot spilled, but more oil splashed on the corpse staircase outside the city walls, and on the gnolls who were still stepping on the dead bodies of their companions, howling and climbing upwards.

Torches were thrown straight out of the window.

In a short moment, the staircase of the corpse drenched in oil suddenly burst into flames.

The heat wave was extremely imminent.

The flames were spreading, and the linen robes and hair on the corpses added to the flames, and the crackling sound continued, and with the several cans of oil smashed down, the fire became more violent, and the entire staircase made of corpses outside the city wall burned a large area of flames, so that the gnolls who were still climbing below began to retreat with a miserable howl.

The fear of fire is imprinted in the soul of living beings, even these gnolls.

The fire spread, and the flames spread in a heat wave.

The gnolls, who were still surrounded at the bottom and had bloodshot eyes, regained a little clarity for a while, and they didn't dare to continue to climb the stairs of the corpse covered by flames, and actually subconsciously retreated.

The siege was frustrated, and the offensive of these gnolls weakened.

One drum and then another.

As the madness faded in their eyes, fear appeared in the hearts of these gnolls.

No one wanted to continue to die, and no one wanted to climb the stairs of the still burning corpse.

"Whew-"

A terrible wolf howl appeared, an order from the commander to retreat.

When the offensive is frustrated and the furious attack fails, it is a wise choice to retreat temporarily, otherwise the morale of the troops will be seriously depressed with the long-term attack, and under the threat of death, the original madness will also become a desperate situation with a complete loss of hope, which will directly lead to the collapse of all members.

The troops of the expeditionary force began to retreat, and before the siege time was 30 minutes, they threw down the corpses of more than 600 companions, and retreated miserably backwards, and the original neat formation had begun to have scattered traces.

The Gnoll's frenzied assault dissipated.

The crossbowmen in the attic of the city wall suddenly felt that the pressure they were facing was instantly relieved, and they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But these crossbowmen did not let up, the longbows and crossbows in their hands were still shooting arrows one after another, even the Swadian militiamen holding hunting crossbows at the top of the attic were also shooting crossbow arrows again and again, chasing the retreating troops.

Now it's time to beat the water dogs and use the opportunity to kill and injure the enemy's living forces!

The "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air is still poignant.

The gnolls' troops quickly retreated, but still left more than 30 corpses in the retreat, and finally left 200 meters away, which was completely out of the city walls, and the effective shooting range of those human shooters.

Kant looked at the gnolls who had returned to the bottom of the dunes and began to regroup, and the solemnity in his eyes eased slightly.

This means that the opponent will not continue to attack for the time being.

At the very least, it is necessary to stabilize the morale and re-energize these desperate gnolls before they can attack the city again, but even so, if the troops that have already been frustrated in the siege want to continue to enter the crazy state of forgetting everything and only knowing how to climb desperately upward, even if they become corpses, they must be used as stepping stones for their companions, it will no longer be possible.

Thinking of the madness of forgetting life and death, Kant's eyes were a little impressive.

Turning his head slightly, the golden lion with a red background behind him was fluttering.

Kant perceived a fact.

In the frenzied attack of that group of gnolls, this banner, which can be called a battlefield artifact, failed to reduce the morale of the other party, whether it was the first round of morale reduction, or the reduction of morale with the increase in the number of casualties, it was very difficult, just like these gnolls who fell into a state of madness, just like the morale of these jackals who had fallen into a state of madness, they could not reduce it at all.

It was only when the attack was thwarted and retreated back that some of the gnolls were finally succeeded in demoralizing, but the reduction was not strong at all, and it did not even put the enemy's troops into a state of demoralization.

"Falling into madness, will it automatically stabilize morale and cannot be cut?"

Kant quickly came to the conclusion that his guess was accurate.

It's just that this accurate conclusion is not a good thing, and he can't help but sigh.

Turning his head to look at the crossbowmen who were moving their arms and massaging the muscles of their arms, his psychology calmed down a little, after all, his soldiers fought back brazenly, and he was not afraid of the other party's madness at all, which still made him quite relieved.

"Convey it, pay attention to the vigilance, the enemy will not give us too long."

Kant gave the herald a commandment, and turned and walked towards the stairs.

Instead of leaving the city walls, he climbed to the top of the attic and watched the rows of Swadia militiamen sitting on the ground resting, he found Manid, who was still busy, and asked, "How is your situation here?" ”

"Everything is fine." Manid saluted, but said solemnly: "It's just that there are not enough crossbow arrows." ”

"So fast?" Kant frowned.

Manid sighed: "That's right, in the battle just now, these militiamen shot all the quivers, after all, there are only 20 crossbow arrows in the quivers equipped by these militiamen, and they can't maintain a high-intensity defense battle at all." ”

"I see." Kant nodded, and Manid was telling the truth.

It is estimated that not only these Svadia militias.

Even for the other crossbowmen, the quiver should be empty by now, and there are not a few left.

In the crazy siege just now, the crossbowmen played an absolute role, and the 600+ gnoll corpses below were almost all caused by these crossbowmen, and most of the retreating gnolls also had wounds on their bodies, if there was no dense rain of arrows, it would never have caused such a situation.

After a little contemplation, Kant spoke: "This problem is easy to solve. ”

"It's wonderful." Manid breathed a sigh of relief.

Kant's solution to the problem is, of course, the [Ammunition Replenishment Technique ×3] obtained in the previous lottery.

Thinking and communication systems.

With his affirmation, the golden card in his mind suddenly dispersed.

The number of suffixes has also changed from 3 to 2.

But just above and below the city walls, inside and outside the arrow tower, in the quivers of those Vecchian archers, Livingston rangers, Swadia crossbowmen, and Swadian militiamen, the data stream began to spread and flutter, and in the blink of an eye, it became swollen again.

The arrows are inserted in the quiver in an orderly manner, and the crossbow arrows are neatly stacked in the quiver.

The crossbowmen's ammunition was restored.

But Kant frowned slightly.

Although the number of arrows has all returned to the previous number, the physical strength of these crossbowmen has been greatly consumed, especially the archers who need to draw their bows and shoot arrows.

At this time, Kant was a little nostalgic for the salvo card that he had consumed.

After all, it is 500 Vekia marksmen who fire 3 salvos, covered with a rain of arrows, and can kill and injure a large number of gnolls in an instant.

"Whew-"

At this moment, the terrible wolf howl reappeared.

The Swadia militiamen, who were still sitting at the top of the attic, all stood up again, their crossbows pointed at the outside world, their faces still showing indifference and determination to defend their homes.

Manid held a light crossbow with a solemn face: "This attack may be even more crazy." ”

The gnolls howled.

These guys, who have been re-energized, have completely turned into outlaws.

The staircase of the corpse is still burning, but the foundation is still under the city wall as a slope, as long as you rush up in the face of the rain of arrows and continue to raise the slope, the gnolls behind can even climb directly into the wall through the window.

Then it will be a fierce battle for the city walls.

This is the most direct hand-to-hand combat, but for crossbowmen who are not good at melee combat, it is their own weakness.

Playing against a 2.3-metre strong gnoll is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

"I've got an arrangement."

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, and a little fierceness appeared in his eyes.

But he didn't use this arrangement until the end, so he turned and walked directly towards the attic, and at the same time told Manid: "If the wall below begins to fall, you and the militia you lead will immediately leave the top floor of the attic through the other stairs and line up with the Swadian infantry behind the city gate for street fighting!" ”

"Understood!" Manid nodded.

"Hmm." Kant turned and walked down the stairs and back into the attic of the city wall.

Not far from under the sand dunes.

The gnolls, regrouped into teams, began to attack again. [.]