Chapter 138: .Fateful brutal killing

On the arrow tower and the city wall, the Wikia archer and the Swadian crossbowman are ready to shoot.
The longbow pulled into a full moon, the crossbow bow tightened the bowstring, the iron diamond arrows of the feather arrow and the crossbow arrow were aligned under the city wall, opposite the small lake 30 meters wide, and each one was kneeling on the shore, rushing to grab a drink The lower jackal of the water.
The splashing sound of water splashes, the roars of the werewolves fighting for each other's position.
There is also an anxious howl without drinking water.
Noisy outside the lake is like a vegetable market, but it is silent on the city walls and arrow towers.
Everyone is waiting for orders.
Kant's order.
He stood on the top floor of the ruling hall, but moved from the north side to the west side, standing behind the concave and convex style of the arrow wall, quietly watching those who have lost control and are arguing for the neatness of the formation, rushing to drink The lower jackal of the water.
Especially to look at the appearance of fighting each other with the mace in order to drink water, and I still want to laugh.
"This is the enemy we are waiting for."
The corner of Kant's mouth slightly lifted his smile, as if it was a mockery, a disdain.
But in the depths of his eyes, with the coldness of winter, his teeth clenched tightly, and his voice seemed to come out between the teeth: "This joke makes people feel too funny."
Fatis and Manid's faces were equally unsightly.
I have been busy for so many days.
Be careful not to make any mistakes.
Even the most important agricultural foundation at present, the 5 acres of palm date forest are all cut down.
In exchange, it is now.
A group of messy, low-lying jackals with no tactics, kneeling by the lake and sipping water, don’t even care about the crossbowmen who are already pointing at them on the wall in front of them, only knowing that they are thirsty to smoke The throat, and the stomach filled with lake water, is their pursuit.
They are not troops at all, nor are they soldiers.
It was simply a group of people who fled here and saw humble beggars who wanted to live.
If you order shooting, you will feel waste of arrows!
More inferior jackals escaped the already impetuous queue and hurriedly ran over, sulking in the lake water, drinking the cold lake water with big mouths, their stomachs were very round, and they were unwilling to give back Jackal gave way.
The physiological desire for water has already made them irrational.
Selectively forget the current situation.
It’s more like seeing the wall opposite the lake, the human crossbowman who has bowed and arrowed. Only knowing who hindered them from drinking water, he smashed it with the mace in his hand, no matter what, even if it is Once the same family.
The blood was flowing, and even the jackals were fainted when they were smashed.
The smell began to become intense.
Even more stimulating behind the fierceness of the lower jackals who were too late to drink water.
The mace wields wildly. These jackals eager to drink water don't care about the life and death of their companions. They only know that if they fall, they can drink water and live a step forward!
In just ten minutes or so, the frantic fighting appeared by the lake.
Those low-level jackals with red eyes regarded any kind of people around them as enemies that prevented them from living.
"grown ups."
Fartis spoke slowly, calmly saying: "This battle is over."
Manid's face was the same.
Nearly more than 500 jackals were killing each other frantically in order to drink water, even if the crossbowmen were shooting at any time, the corpses that were still killed like enemies ran across the field in less than a few minutes. Hundreds of jackals fell down in the dogfight, and their blood stained the lake water.
Yes.
This battle is indeed over.
The expected terrible siege did not appear.
Well-prepared fortifications, as well as the soldiers who are all committed to the city, are now useless.
It seemed like a joke.
They stood at the top of their city walls and arrow towers, and watched the group of lower jackals killing each other, and more and more jackals in order to drink water He simply rushed over with the jackals carrying them in disregard, and reunited with the standing jackals to kill them in a ball. There were corpses and blood everywhere on the shore.
They are all dead hands, just like blood feuds from generation to generation.
Kant looked at it coldly.
There was a cold hum in the nose and he waved forward: "Shoot all."
He felt tired.
Now there is no need to continue to look at this group of low-level jackals have lost the ability to siege, even with the ant-attached tactics, pile 7 meters high walls with corpses, it is impossible to climb into the attic.
Mutual killing has already left all the trust left by this group of low-level jackals.
"Shoot all!"
The heralding soldiers shouted and conveyed Kant's order.
The Livingston Rangers stationed at the top of the ruling hall reacted the fastest.
Raising his heavy bow directly in his hands, he was at the top of the ruling hall, each aiming at his preset goal, and mercilessly carried out a round of salvos against the jackals who were still fighting each other by the lake.
Jianyu's "swooshing" air-breaking sounds kept coming.
The crossbowmen on the city wall and the arrow tower were also ordered to pull the trigger or loosen the tight bowstring.
Arrow rain fell like a waterfall.
The air is full of tears and tears that are torn apart by arrows.
"Puff puff puff puff puff puff—"
Arrow into the meat.
The jackals who were still killing each other with red eyes on the lake instantly fell together.
Before the jackals responded, the archers who fired faster shot their bows and arrows again, shooting a rain of arrows again, and nailing the jackals who had not fallen down like a hedgehog. Dense.
With a shooting distance of less than 30 meters, it is hardly necessary to aim too much.
The power of feather arrows and crossbow arrows is also at its strongest.
These inferior jackals have no armor on them, they are all tattered linen robes and animal skins. At such a short distance, even bones can be shot through, let alone skin muscles.
The wailing suddenly sounded.
These jackals finally reacted.
Watching the human crossbowmen on the city wall and arrow tower in horror, they began to retreat.
But at this time the Swadians crossbowmen pulled the trigger again.
The heavy crossbow arrows arrived in an instant.
The backs of the slow jackals who had escaped were nailed through. They ran into the lungs with bad luck and ran and ran, the blood foam in their mouths rushed up, and their legs fell to the ground with a soft knee. Out of breath, the pupils are diverging.
A low-level jackal cannot be called Kant's opponent at all.
"Fatis."
Kant's face was calm and he commanded: "Lead all the heavy cavalry and prepare to attack."
"Understood." Fatiz nodded.
Without hesitation, he turned around and left, quickly walked out of the ruling hall and summoned the heavy cavalry troops under his command. With the southern gate open, he stepped on the horseshoe and stepped into the softer sand layer.
Behind Fatis, there is also the famous Svaldia heavy cavalry who is holding up the momentum of deterring the enemy.
The red lion's golden lion fluttered in the wind behind him, and it also set off the half-slap size of the chest, and the red lion's "lion knight order" was more conspicuous.
With the addition of two wonders, Fatis is full of confidence.
This is why Kant asked him to lead the heavy cavalry.
………………
Just in the distance, the 300 jackal pirates had been terrified by the intensive arrow rain to despair, and they were still preventing the collapse of the troops, which had subconsciously slowed down a lot.
They are not stupid lower jackals.
Which of them from the coast of Mannheim is not a famous presence on the sea of ​​stars.
Looking at the human crossbowmen on the city wall.
Their inner despair grew stronger.
Even if the Grey Mane Kingdom is ready to go behind, the Jackal Expeditionary Army carrying siege equipment, facing this fortress, it is estimated that it will take a certain price to chew it down. With their 300 people and more than 3,000, they don’t have much wisdom. Even the low-level jackals, even if they slammed the blood of the corpses, could not overcome this fortress.
Look at those who kill each other in order to drink water, they have no confidence at all.
They are equally thirsty.
There was also smoke in his throat.
But reason can make them understand that now they kill each other and the final result is death.
"We can't stay here anymore."
The pirate leader of the jackal spoke with a decisive expression in his eyes.
Turning his head to look at the pirate subordinates who had followed him for more than ten years, he slowly took a half step back: "We go, these indigenous people in the desert, we can no longer control them."
The lower jackals looked at the city wall in terror, and even some began to run away.
The seemingly large army was suddenly on the verge of collapse.
But this is not an army.
The pirate leader now sees it thoroughly, and despite the smoke in his throat, the thirst in his stomach makes him weak, but his head still tells it that the best thing to do now is to leave here.
Away from the sentry oasis, there is the human force in the fortress.
Or, run away.
Tormented by thirst and hunger, they can no longer fight.
What's more, the group of cannon fodder that he brought has lost control~ EbookFREE.me~ The appearance of the cannibalism just now gave them a warning.
"Listen to your arrangements, sir!"
The pirates nodded one after another.
So he gradually backed away, regardless of the lower jackals around.
For them, these inferior ethnic groups, even the language of the jackals, are incomplete and cannot be regarded as similar. They are just a group of similar beasts. It is the right choice to be a cannon fodder, but it is definitely impossible to be a compatriot.
As the Jackal pirates left, the lower Jackals lost their command at a loss.
More and more lower jackals began to flee.
But many more jackals gathered together and looked at the water not far below the city wall, the eyes were full of desire for drinking water, and they had lost their reason.
Just leave in this way, these low-level jackals are not reconciled.