Kant's face was solemn.

Looking at the large military array in front of him, he just said in a deep voice: "Hurry up." ”

"But—" Phatis tried to dissuade.

But Kant said in a deep voice: "Obey the order, hurry up!" ”

"Do as you command." Phatis clenched his teeth.

With extreme seriousness on his face, he looked at Kant's back, but without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and walked quickly down the city wall, running quickly towards the clearing where the heavy cavalry cluster was.

This is a critical moment.

Again, this is not the time for hesitation.

The cavalry in the clearing was on full standby.

Fatisliso turned on his horse, tightened his reins, watched the cavalrymen silently gaze at him, drew his knight's sword, and shouted to the east gate: "All cavalry, follow me!" ”

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves sounded, and the heavy cavalry of the fortress "Drehem" was rapidly moving along the streets.

Peasant women armed with pitchforks and kitchen knives are guarding the southern gate.

Seeing Fatis leading their horses to come, they immediately opened the city gate, allowing these heavy cavalry and light cavalry to rush out, quickly forming a cluster charging formation in the flat desert outside the city gate.

But they did not charge, but did not move.

Fatis was waiting.

This was the plan he had agreed with Kant, and although it had not yet been stated, both men understood it.

The idea of defending the city wall and using the geographical advantage brought by the city wall to keep the attacking enemy out is impractical, or rather, it is impossible to achieve it, and the pressure on the city wall can only be relieved by external support, and the cavalry troops led by Fatis are such external support.

It is impossible for cavalry to garrison the city walls, because they are the strongest when they have war horses.

But leaving the protection of the city walls, with the help of high mobility, giving the enemy a sudden charge at a critical moment is no less effective than getting off the city walls.

Even better for defending the city!

Defending a city is often not entirely defended by relying on the city walls.

The defense fortress itself is in a strategic defensive position, and if it is even lost outside the city wall, it is equivalent to giving up the tactical initiative to others, which is equivalent to completely losing the ability to attack tactically and being slaughtered by others.

Kant asked Fatis to lead the cavalry troops away for this reason.

There is one more reason.

That's the city wall... Can't stop the attack of the jackals!

The 5-meter-high stone city wall and the 2-meter-high reinforced attic seem to be 7 meters high, but in the actual battle, those jackals only need to come to the 5-meter-high stone city wall, they can climb through the windows of the reinforced attic, directly enter the attic of the city wall, and use their two-handed tomahawks to slash and slash, without climbing the 7-meter-high attic, and then turn over and jump into the fortress.

A crossbowman's rain of arrows is not a musket, and a single bullet can incapacitate an enemy.

In the era of cold weapon warfare.

As long as the arrow doesn't hit the vital point, the whole body is shot like a hedgehog and is still fighting desperately, which is just too normal.

Thankfully, the 500 Swadia militia at the top of the attic had piled up all the stones they had obtained from pulling out the wall at their feet, and as long as the enemy approached, the stones could be smashed down for a long time.

As long as the attack of the Gnoll Expeditionary Force is stopped, with the [Deterrent Momentum] and the rain of arrows of the crossbowmen, you can kill and injure as many enemy troops as possible, reduce the vitality of this siege force, and weaken their offensive ability!

Just behind the city gates, behind the 50 Swadia infantrymen, a golden lion with a red background stood in the middle of the street.

No wind automatic, fluttering hunting sound!

"It's up to you." Kant exhaled slowly, a sullen breath of nervousness.

This flag is his most useful war artifact at the moment!

"200 meters!"

The Livingston Ranger speaks, reporting the distance of the enemy from the walls.

At the same time, the 20 rangers pulled out the cone-headed arrows in the quiver, and directly pulled the white heavy bow in their hands with their arms, pointing far away, without waiting for orders, they directly released their fingers, the bowstring collapsed and made a soft sound, and the brown cone-headed arrows disappeared in an instant, and they could only see that in the distant space, 20 undetectable black dots were rapidly sweeping across the arc and appearing 200 meters away.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The arrows were tearing through the air, and the shafts of the arrows shook slightly for more force.

The gnolls who rushed to the front seemed to hear something, and their ears shook slightly, but when they raised their heads slightly, a black dot instantly appeared in their eyes, and then it became larger and larger, occupying almost the entire field of vision.

"Poof—"

Then the salt mine was gone, and the brown feathers of the arrow's tail were still swaying with the trembling of the shaft.

But it wasn't just it that fell, the eight most front Gnoll warriors were shot in the door, let out a low, weak roar, and fell to their knees with their legs staggered, but they didn't fall completely.

The gnolls behind them roared and held their bodies.

But it is not friendship.

And on the city wall, in Kant's eyes, these 9 gnolls who were shot in the eye sockets were directly held high by their companions, like shields, horizontal in front of them, blocking possible arrows.

The cruel battlefield, if you want to live, you have to use even the corpses of your own companions.

No one thinks it's a sign of cruelty.

Now it is the best choice for these gnolls who are not equipped with shields and can only rely on this way to resist the rain of arrows, even if they are killed and wounded by the Livingston Ranger and cannot continue to participate in the battle at all, they don't care at all that they are lifted up as flesh shields.

In their eyes, they are also honored to resist damage for their peers, which is to create a future of victory!

"150 meters!"

There are Vekia archers shouting.

Now that they were within range, the longbow in his hand suddenly pulled out, shooting the feathered arrows in his hand, and there was no need to aim at all, because a large army of 2,900 gnolls had already filled a large area.

Just shoot it and you'll be 100% hit!

The "whooshing" of arrows was non-stop, and the "humming" of the bowstring vibrating filled the entire attic and the arrow tower.

100 meters!

The Svadia crossbowman began to shoot, pulling the trigger and firing the bolt.

The sound of whooshing is endless.

50 meters, the Swadia militia also joined in the shooting!

The rain of arrows is even more pouring.

Each wave will take the lives of a dozen gnolls, as well as dozens of minor and serious injuries.

The screams of arrows were tearing the air apart, and death was spreading among the gnolls, who staggered and fell from the arrows at any time and place, but more often than not, they were lifted by their companions behind them and became ready-made human shields.

The corpse of the jackal held high above his head effectively blocked the dense rain of arrows.

The corpse is not afraid of feathered arrows, like a shield that works very well.

And finally at the front, those gnolls got closer and closer to the city wall, and finally came to the city wall, revealing bloodshot and bloody eyes, roaring and still keeping the corpse full of arrows under their feet, and then they knelt directly under the city wall, like a ladder, and let those gnolls behind them step on themselves and climb up!

It's like the human shield before it.

Now these jackals at the front are willing to be used as human siege ladders!

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