Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, the first wave of cavalry suddenly lost their front hooves before they could even reach halfway up the slope. The grass-barbarian cavalrymen fell down one after another. The lucky ones struggled for help, while the unlucky ones broke their necks and breathed their last. The second and third wave of grass-barbarian cavalrymen hurriedly reined in their horses and dismounted to rescue them. After a moment of confusion, they turned their horses around and galloped back. The grass-barbarian cavalrymen who were cheering for the battle felt as if they had been slapped in the face, and could no longer make a sound. During this entire process, Pitro City on the slope did not show any signs of movement.
Patriarch Krinubi's expression was very ugly. He felt that he had lost a lot of face by giving up halfway through the attack. "Go, bring me Harikaj, Runigi, and Morimad. I hope they can explain why we stopped the attack …"
The grass-barbarian guard beside him only brought two people. "Noble Lord Krynubi, your lowly servant Harikaj, Morimad, pays his respects to you."
"Where's Runigigi?" Krynubi snorted through his nose.
"Noble Lord Krynubi, Runigigi has returned to the embrace of the Wolf God," the older Morimad replied respectfully.
"What did you say?" Krynubi was stunned. "He's dead? Nonsense, how could he be dead? He even drank a large urn of my milk wine and ate a roasted lamb last night. Wasn't he still fine when we left the formation? "
"It's true, noble Lord Krynubi. Your lowly servant doesn't dare to lie to you. The brave Runigigi followed your orders and took the lead, but the despicable flatlanders dug countless pits on the slope. Runigigi's horse stepped into one of them and broke its front right hoof. Runigigi was sent flying and his neck was broken. He returned to the embrace of the Wolf God just like that …" Morimad explained the cause of Runigigi's death in detail.
"Hmm? You said the slope was filled with pits? "
"Yes, noble Lord Krinubi, your lowly servant didn't lie to you. Rooney and Gigi lost more than 1300 horses out of the 2000 horsemen he brought. More than a thousand of his warriors were injured, and more than a hundred of them returned to the embrace of the Wolf God just like Rooney and Gigi. The despicable Flatlanders had dug not only pits for horses, but also trenches and traps, which were full of sharp wooden spikes and fangs. There was no way for us to charge forward on our horses, so we decided to retreat first … "Mallimad hurriedly explained the reason for their retreat. He said that it was not because they were afraid of battle, but because they could not attack.
"Heh heh, I hope what you said is true …" Chief Krinubi coldly sized up Mauremand and Harrikai. Seeing that they were standing there calmly and did not look like they were lying, he turned to Duke Fisablun.
"Haha, no problem, my brother, Chief Krinubi. "Duke Fisablun had already heard their conversation and spoke before Chief Krinubi could," I will hand over the shield carriages I brought over to you. You should know how to use them during the ambush. I believe that with these shield carriages, you will be able to fill up the pits and trenches on the slope very quickly. Moreover, they will be able to protect you as you approach Pidrow City. I think that since the enemy dug so many pits and trenches on the slope, doesn't it mean that they don't have enough men to defend themselves? That's why they can only use such despicable methods to stop and delay the attack of our warriors … "
Chief Krinubi was hoping that Duke Fisablun would dispatch his border rangers to push the wooden shield carriages to cover his men's attack on Pidrow City. However, he was stopped by Duke Fisablun. I can give you the shield carriages, but don't even think about the men.
After cursing the old fox in his heart, Chief Krinubi nodded at Duke Fisablun and thanked him. Then, he ordered Mauremand and Harrikai to receive the shield carriages. He ordered the barbarian cavalrymen to dismount and use their tools to fill up the pits, trenches and traps on the slope.
Duke Fisablun ordered them to set up camp on the spot. This time, Chief Krinubi didn't stop them. Who knew how long it would take to push the wooden shield carriages up the slope. Furthermore, filling up the pits, trenches and traps also required a lot of manpower and time. He couldn't let the hundred thousand barbarian cavalrymen just sit on their horses and wait like idiots. Chief Krinubi had already postponed the attack on Pidrow City to tomorrow. Today, he would first open up a path to attack.
At around four o 'clock in the afternoon, the barbarian cavalrymen pushing the wooden shield carriages were already three hundred meters away from Pidrow City. Since Pidrow City hadn't shown any signs of activity, the barbarian cavalrymen with all kinds of tools lost their vigilance. They only knew how to bury their heads in the pits and trenches on the ground. Chief Krinubi had already given a death order. They must open up a path today. Not a single barbarian cavalryman wished to be punished when they returned. Their only wish was to finish the work as soon as possible and return to their tents to rest.
No one knew that at this moment, the commander of the 23rd battalion of Pidrow City's guards, Edward, had just organized an ambush team of nearly a thousand men to set off from the back gate of Pidrow City. They followed the trenches and stealthily hid in front of the barbarian cavalrymen. Then, when they were less than ten meters away from the barbarian cavalrymen, they suddenly leapt up and charged into the working crowd.
It was a massacre. Three to four thousand barbarian cavalrymen who were burying the pits and trenches were scared witless. They fell into a miserable situation. When the enemy pounced in front of them, they realized that they had misplaced their weapons. The tools in their hands were sliced in half by the enemy's sword. Then, there was a flash of cold light, and they lost consciousness. Everything went black in front of them.
The hundred thousand barbarian cavalrymen who had already set up camp stared dumbfoundedly at the massacre taking place on the slope in the distance. The barbarian cavalrymen who went to work were slaughtered as easily as chickens. Those who were lucky enough to fall behind ran down the slope, crying for their parents. However, they were unlucky. They had pushed a lot of wooden shield carriages down, but since there was no movement from Pidrow City, they had forgotten about the danger of being ambushed. They also thought that the wooden shield carriages were too heavy, so they fell behind.
Now, these wooden shield carriages had become an obstacle to their escape. Once there were too many of them, they couldn't squeeze through. The barbarian cavalrymen at the back let out miserable cries. The soldiers who caught up could even pierce two or three of their enemies' chests with their spears …
The barbarian cavalrymen in the camp finally reacted from the shock. They let out furious roars and recklessly leapt onto their horses. They whipped their mounts and charged up the slope. At this time, the clear sound of a bell rang out in Pidrow City. The soldiers who had come out to launch the surprise attack no longer chased after the fleeing enemies. Instead, they took off the leather bags hanging at their sides, poured oil onto the huge wooden shield carriages, and lit them up. Fifty or so raging fires appeared on the slope. They then paused for a moment, picking up some spoils of war from the corpses of the barbarian cavalrymen, and then leisurely retreated back to Pidrow City.
Only seven or eight hundred of the three to four thousand barbarian cavalrymen who had gone up the slope to fill in the pits and ditches returned. Close to three thousand barbarian cavalrymen's corpses were strewn across the slope, and even the fifty wooden shield carriages that had been pushed up had turned into huge bonfires. This was simply a fierce slap to the barbarian cavalrymen's faces.
The barbarian cavalrymen who had rushed over from the camp to provide support were furious. They had just received the seven or eight hundred clansmen who had luckily escaped the disaster, but now, when they saw the bloody corpses of their clansmen all over the slope, their eyes all turned red. At this time, the cheers and mocking laughter coming from Pidrow City were just too ear-piercing. A barbarian cavalryman let out a crazy roar and charged up the slope. Behind him, countless other barbarian cavalrymen also roared and followed, launching an attack on Pidrow City.
The enraged barbarian cavalrymen displayed their superb horsemanship. They quickly charged up the slope, leaping over the bumpy mountainous terrain as if they were flying. They swept past the burning shield carriages and stepped over the corpses of their clansmen, quickly approaching Pidrow City. Only when they were less than three hundred meters from Pidrow City did they run into some trouble. The pits and ditches all over the ground finally slowed them down. From time to time, barbarian cavalrymen would fall because their mounts stepped on the pits, or fall into the ditches because their horses had charged too fast. However, these barbarian cavalrymen who had been blinded by rage didn't feel any fear. Those who had fallen off their horses, as long as they could still get up, would still brandish their weapons and charge towards Pidrow City, loudly shouting for the protection of the Wolf God.
"Fire!" Seeing that the barbarian cavalrymen were already two hundred meters away, Edward finally gave the order for the steel ballistae to fire.
Following the buzzing sounds of firing, the two hundred steel crossbows arranged on top of the city wall released the first bolt. Like a gust of wind, the charging grassland barbarian cavalrymen were thrown off their mounts, falling down in large numbers. Many grassland barbarian cavalrymen and their mounts were nailed to the ground by the crossbow bolts, miserable screams and miserable neighs of the horses mixed together into one.
Although the two hundred bolts dealt a heavy blow to the charging Barbarian cavalrymen, the enraged Barbarian cavalrymen did not stop their charge. Even more Barbarian cavalrymen swarmed forward, ignoring the wounded and corpses that were heavily injured by the bolts and ignoring the incoming attacks. They continued to shout loudly to encourage themselves and their comrades as they continued their charge towards Pidrow City.
"Steel ballistae are free to fire. Longbowmen, get ready! Enemies can fire as long as they are within a hundred meters of us. There is no need to wait for orders, "Edward ordered once again.
The Norton Family's guards were usually divided into two battalions of saber and shield soldiers, one battalion of spear soldiers with five hundred men, one battalion of longbowmen with five hundred men, one battalion of steel ballistae with a hundred steel ballistae, and one battalion of logistics with five hundred men. If they were stationed at a strategic location, they would have an additional hundred steel ballistae, reducing one battalion of saber and shield soldiers. The 23rd battalion was stationed at Pidrow City and was also equipped with two hundred steel ballistae. Right now, these two hundred steel ballistae had been deployed by Edward on the city walls, and they were currently unleashing another form of massacre against the barbarian cavalrymen below the city walls.
The first time Edward had led the guards out of the city for a surprise attack, they had engaged in close combat. But now, the steel ballistae on the city walls were firing at the barbarian cavalrymen from afar. One by one, the barbarian cavalrymen broke through the pits and leaped over the trenches, but the bolts that shot at them caused all their anger and effort to be focused on this one moment. Occasionally, a barbarian cavalryman would be sent flying by the bolts, landing in the trenches or on the ground. In this storm of bolts, not a single barbarian cavalryman could get within a hundred meters of Pidrow City.
Krinubi and many other barbarian tribe leaders stood together and cursed loudly while encouraging the barbarian cavalrymen, "Charge! Kill them all! Slaughter the entire city!"
In the end, Duke Fisablun couldn't stand it anymore and reminded them, "I think we should retreat first. If they want to attack, we have more than enough wooden shields and carriages. If we charge now, we will only become targets for the bolts, and our barbarian warriors will lose their lives for nothing."
Krinubi immediately came to his senses. "That's right, hurry up and blow the horn. Let our warriors retreat first."
The loud sound of the horn resounded through the entire grassland. The barbarian cavalrymen, who had suffered heavy casualties after attacking for so long, finally came to their senses. Like a receding tide, they retreated down the slope, leaving behind a field of corpses and blood.
When all the grassland barbarian cavalry returned to camp, the grassland barbarian tribe leaders made an inventory. Everyone was furious. They hadn't even officially started the attack, but there were already close to six thousand grassland barbarian warriors lying on the slope. Krinubi was even more regretful. The first time the barbarian cavalrymen had gone to fill in the trenches, and the second time the warriors had spontaneously charged forward. His tribe had already lost more than four thousand men.
Grand Duke Fisablun advised, "Although the first battle was disadvantageous, we now understand the basic situation of Pitro City's defenses. A moment of carelessness and failure is nothing. Let's rest for the night. Tomorrow, we will attack Pitro City."
Krinubi coldly rejected Grand Duke Fisablun's suggestion with slightly red eyes. "No, we will attack through the night. We will not let the enemies of Pitro City pass another night in peace. A debt of blood must be paid with blood. We have a hundred thousand men. From this moment on, we will not let the enemies of Pitro City have a moment of rest. We will continue attacking until the city is conquered. Your Highness, please give us the rest of your shield carriages. We will immediately arrange the troops and order for the attack."
"Of course, we are allies. We will stand together. I will arrange for all the shield carriages to be used by you. I also wish you the best of luck in conquering Pitro City in one battle and avenging the deaths of our brave warriors. "Grand Duke Fisablun smiled and agreed to Krinubi's request.
The horn sounded again. Three square formations of barbarian cavalrymen gathered at the bottom of the slope. Each square formation had four to five thousand men. There were twenty to thirty wooden shield carriages placed in front of them. These barbarian cavalrymen had already dismounted. They would be divided into three waves, pushing the huge shield carriages as they approached Pitro City. The first batch of barbarian cavalrymen received a simple order. After approaching Pitro City, they were to first clean up the corpses of the barbarian warriors. They could not allow the corpses of these brave warriors to be exposed in the wilderness. The second batch of barbarian warriors were to use their longbows to suppress the enemies on the walls and cover for the rest of the barbarian cavalrymen to bury the traps and ditches. Of course, they also had to pay attention to any surprise attacks from the enemy inside the city.
The third batch of barbarian cavalrymen was the real main force in attacking the city. In addition to the shield carriages, they also brought many long wooden ladders. After the second batch of barbarian cavalrymen opened up a path towards Pitro City, they would follow this path towards the city walls. Under the cover of the barbarian archers, they would use the long wooden ladders to ascend the city walls, killing the enemies and seizing this part of the city walls to provide support for more barbarian warriors, ultimately seizing the final victory.
This type of siege method was a traditional method left behind by the barbarian tribes for several hundred years. That was why the third batch of barbarian warriors gathered all of the barbarian tribes' most famous warriors and strong men. Right now, they were drinking the horse milk wine in their leather pouches in a completely unconcerned manner, tidying up their armors and wiping the weapons in their hands, loudly chatting and joking with each other. The other barbarian cavalrymen all looked at them with reverence …
The sky began to darken. The fifty or so burning shield carriages on the slope that was close to a thousand meters long seemed exceptionally bright. The horn sounded again, but what was different was that there were waves of muffled war drum sounds. The rumbling drum sounds echoed through the vast and empty wilderness, bringing with it a type of austere and heart-shaking feeling …
The barbarian cavalrymen at the bottom of the slope released a deafening roar, "Huzhuola!"
This was the name of the Heavenly Wolf God worshipped by all of the grassland barbarian tribes in the northeast. Shouting this name signified an indomitable will, a determination to either win or die. The first batch of barbarian cavalrymen pushed the wooden shield carriages up the slope, the attack on Pitro City beginning.
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