Nearly a thousand soldiers gathered at the front of the dock, looking at the horizontal trenches in front of them and not seeing a single enemy, a little dazed.
How should they fight this?
They had never encountered such a unique positional battle before.
John Senior stood on horseback on a small hill in the rear, surrounded by a group of personal guards.
John Junior was also at his side.
"These rats are all hiding in the trenches, and our archers can't attack them. Son, do you have any good ideas?"
John Junior was wearing a full suit of heavy armor, and the visor on his helmet was opened, revealing his relatively handsome face.
"Father, I personally suggest pressing forward with the army. They're all hiding in the trenches, and after we go over, we can easily kill them with spears and bows from a high vantage point."
John Junior thought about it and said so. He knew very well that this was his father testing him, testing his ability to respond on the battlefield.
John Senior nodded. "A very normal idea, but too normal, it may not be effective."
John Junior was a little confused.
John Senior signaled to the officer next to him, and the officer immediately went to the army and selected a small team of shieldmen, spearmen, and archers to charge straight up.
As a result, just halfway there, the first archer suddenly emerged from the first trench, and then arrows rained down.
Because of the large shieldmen in front, most of the arrows were blocked, and only a few hit people.
And even if the arrows hit, they didn't seem to have much power. Many people had arrows stuck in them and continued forward, and some just plucked the arrows off and continued forward.
When they arrived in front of the trenches, the soldiers were surprised to find that the archers in the trenches had suddenly disappeared. When they looked closely, they found that there was a small passageway a few meters apart between the two trenches, which were connected to each other. Those archers?
Then these soldiers didn't know what to do?
The trenches were more than two meters wide, and they could usually jump over in a light sprint, but now that they were wearing light armor and holding weapons, it wasn't so easy to jump over.
Enter the trenches to pursue the enemy?
That was even more of a foolish idea.
Just as these soldiers were in a daze, a bunch of heads suddenly emerged from the second trench, and these people were still raising their hands and swinging something.
Taking a closer look, he realized that the enemy was swinging a large rock.
Stones of different sizes were tied to the ends of the tough hemp ropes. These people swung them faster and faster, and when they finally let go, about a hundred stones dragged the hemp ropes and smashed towards the soldiers.
The soldiers turned pale with fright. They placed their shields in front of them and hid behind them.
This was a very correct response, but the problem was that the other party threw too many stones, and they were too big.
Coupled with the centrifugal force when he swung, the impact of the rock was no less than a low-level Warrior wielding a hammer.
Dong, dong, dong. Not long after, the hands of the shield-wielding soldiers began to feel numb. Next, they rapidly retreated, crashing into the soldiers on the ground. The formation of the shield-wielding soldiers was in chaos.
Then, more stones came flying over.
Not long after, the webbing between their thumb and forefinger started to crack, and they could no longer hold the shield.
Following that, stones fell from the sky. In less than a minute, only a few of the hundred soldiers were left standing.
The few remaining soldiers who could still run fled backward in panic and were soon caught by the supervising troops and dragged in front of John Senior.
Hearing the faint cheers coming from the opposite trench, John Senior snorted coldly.
Then he looked at the deserter kneeling on the ground, jumped off his horse, walked up to the cowering deserter, and reached behind him to pull out an arrow.
The deserter grunted and didn't dare to speak.
The arrow was a pure wooden arrow, and the arrowhead was only sharpened.
Such an arrow would find it difficult to pierce even soft leather armor, not to mention iron armor. To be injured by such an arrow showed that the soldier was unlucky.
"Daring to fight us with this kind of weapon, the Golden Sons have extraordinary morale." John Senior snorted coldly. "But this kind of stone-throwing attack is a bit new."
John Junior said from the side, "Father, it seems that my strategy didn't work, so what should we do?"
John Senior was both his father and the local mayor, and it was up to him to decide who the heir was. So the proud John Junior felt that it wasn't a bad thing to admit cowardice in front of his father and admit his incompetence.
"We can definitely take them down by force, but the terrain of these trenches is quite complicated, and we'll lose a lot," John Senior said coldly. "The Golden Sons are somewhat clever, but unfortunately I've been at war for decades and have seen all kinds of stratagems. This trench formation is just a disguised multi-wall formation, the difference being that one is built toward the sky and the other is dug toward the ground. The best way to deal with this situation is to attack with fire. Richard, go back and bring out the supply troops and have them transport a lot of hay, fuel, and bring out the catapults. "
"I don't believe these trenches can defend against flintstones."
An officer immediately took a small group of men and horses and turned back to the city.
John Senior mounted his horse again and looked at his son. "That's how war is, testing each other, looking for opportunities, tearing each other's moves down, and it won't be so quick to decide the outcome. If you feel impatient, you can go back and rest for a while."
John Junior certainly wasn't that stupid. "Father, I'm not tired. This is a good opportunity to accumulate war experience, and I don't want to miss it."
John Senior nodded in satisfaction.
John Junior was relieved when he saw this. Although he was now the only heir on the surface, who knew if his father had raised illegitimate children elsewhere?
If he became the City Lord, he would definitely have two or three sons in public, but he would also have two or three more in private. He was afraid that if his public descendants were killed by the enemy, his secret descendants would be able to survive, and there might be a chance for him to make a comeback.
The crowd waited here for a long time, and there didn't seem to be any movement from the trenches opposite.
But somehow, John Senior began to feel that something was wrong.
An intuition developed from a long period of battlefield experience told him that the atmosphere wasn't right.
At this moment, a soldier ran over and said, panting, "Mayor, the warship responsible for tracking Mage Roland and Priest Jett crashed into an ice floe. Both ships were destroyed, and Roland and Jett are missing."
John Senior's expression immediately changed, becoming a little ugly and frightening.
John Junior found it a little strange. "How big would an ice floe be to crash a warship? It's the end of summer, how is that possible! "
"Damn it!" John Senior suddenly cursed. "We've been tricked, take the troops back to the city."
Just as he said this, a burst of white light suddenly burst out behind him, almost overpowering the light of the sun.
Then a deafening explosion came from the direction of the city walls.
The sound was like thunder.
Almost all the warhorses were so frightened that they were restless and almost uncontrollable.
The soldiers, on the other hand, all looked in the direction of the city gates, their faces pale.
They could see from afar that the city gates were gone!
Morale immediately plummeted to the bottom.
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