"Bang!"
The battering ram slammed into the gate again.
The nearly one-foot-thick oak-clad iron door trembled violently, and the black-iron shaft slammed against the granite mortar, and the stone dust from the mortar slammed out, staining the ground gray.
The grinding sound between the iron shaft and the rock was not loud, almost inaudible compared to the violent impact, but someone was keenly noticed, to be precise, the white.
"Damn, add a few more top bars!"
Arton roared.
The more space the door shakes, the more likely it is to have problems, and once the axle is removed from the mortar, the entire door will be lifted.
Four or five thigh-thick squares of wood were lifted up by the veterans, one on three iron latches and the other stuck in the groove reserved for the rocky floor.
At that moment, the battering ram slammed into the door panel again.
But the reinforced iron-clad gate withstood the impact this time and did not move at all.
The people behind the door finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Arton walked to Tyran with an ugly face?
Furding sided, glancing at him.
"What's wrong, Arton?"
Tyran asked, a little surprised.
"The gate is about to be overwhelmed, I just found several cracks in the door panel, maybe it won't last too long, and the gate will be broken!"
"Then send a few people up and pour fire oil down from the window hole on the second floor to see if you can burn the siege engine!"
Tyran said with a frown.
In fact, for most of the castle defenders, this was the right way to deal with the chariot, but the Crusaders who had been crushed by Diego alone did not dare to come forward, so they ignored this, so when the tower was blown down, the crusaders rushed straight to the castle gate with the cart pushing the cart.
In fact, not only that, under normal circumstances, when attacked by the enemy, shooters should be placed in the window holes on the second and third floors of the castle and on the towers at the top of the castle to suppress them with condescending fire, and soldiers should also be placed on the roof of the castle, ready to dump fire oil and hot asphalt at any time to push down the stones.
But they were too few men, and most of these veterans were warriors and skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but the mention of using bows and muskets made them all scratch their heads, and they did not have time to carry the heavy gravel to the roof of the building in a short time.
"It has already tried, but the archers of the crusaders have pressed into the square in front of the castle, completely suppressing the window holes and roofs, and our men dare not even show their heads."
Arton said at a loss.
"We have to burn it!"
Tyran repeated, "I'll take it up myself. ” But Arton grabbed him.
"It's not time for you to go up, Tyran, I'll take someone there."
He turned his head and shouted at the veterans, "Ten men, change the knight's heavy helmet, and carry oil to the roof with me!"
” The castle's armory is home to a number of knightly helmets, which are forged from steel and have only a "T" slit in the face for the wearer to observe and breathe.
Although this helmet is difficult to turn and does not allow it to turn its head to observe the enemy, for the charging knights, they only see the enemy in front of them, and they do not need to look left and right.
Arton hoped that the heavy helmets would provide some protection for the oil-throwing veterans.
But just as the veterans were busy changing their helmets, an explosion suddenly sounded outside the gate, followed by the screams of the besieging soldiers, but after another explosion, the screams subsided.
Only a few faint moans slipped in along with gunsmoke through the cracks under the gate.
"What's going on?"
Tyran asked, surprised.
"It's Diego, his engineering bomb!"
Masrae on the side said suddenly, his face full of smiles, "It seems that he has finally relented." ” A few seconds later, they suddenly heard a burst of gunshots, the distinctively gruff voice of Death Star.
"Hurry up, this is our chance!"
Arton suddenly shouted loudly.
He picked up a jar full of fire oil and ran upstairs first. …… Diego crawled beside the chimney on the ridge of the roof and fired several shots at the Crusader archers in the square.
Most of these archers wore chain mail, and they were unable to withstand the bullets fired by the Death Gaze, and were put down several times in a row.
But there were too many of them, and almost seconds after Diego fired, several sharp arrows rained down on the chimney beside him, and one of them even bounced off the tiles, grazed his scalp, and flew into the distance.
Diego had to slowly retreat.
At this distance, the archers were already able to threaten his safety.
Under the cover of the ridge, he came to the intact tower on the other side of the castle.
The crossbow riders apparently thought they had killed the sharpshooter, so they didn't destroy the tower as well.
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In their eyes, without Diego, the towers are just decorations.
Well, it seems to be the case, except that Diego wasn't really killed.
This was an ideal position to shoot from, as the ground was so high that the archers below could only shoot the parts of his body that were exposed to the battlements, but unlike the archers, who had to expose their entire upper body when shooting, Diego had to show his head to shoot, and at this distance, the head did not look bigger than a fly.
He poked his head out and looked down from the battlement, where the untargeted archers were shooting blindly at any place where he might be hiding.
His gaze continued to wander down, and he saw several veterans wearing knightly helmets carrying canisters of fire oil in the direction of the gate at the small door of the roof tower.
"Are you going to burn the car?"
Diego guessed in his mind.
Although the Crusaders pushing the cart had been blown over by the Type 2 improvised drop-off bomb he had dropped, the sturdy cart itself had not been destroyed - the bombs were not so powerful, and some of the Crusaders continued to push the battering rams.
The veterans stooped over the gate with their oil cans and felt their way to the top of the gate, and because they were on such heights, no one noticed their arrival until they reached their destination.
But the low battlements at the edge of the castle's roof were not enough to completely hide them, and an archer finally spotted him when an old soldier leaned out and threw a clay pot filled with fire oil at the chariot halfway inside the doorway.
The archer quickly drew an arrow and mounted the bowstring.
But just as he was pulling the bowstring, a bullet flew over and knocked him to the ground.
But he was the first crusader to discover the veterans, and he was not the only one.
Another archer raised his arrow, but another bullet flew in, sending him into the arms of death.
In many people's eyes, archers and hunters tend to be confused, but in Azeroth, archers and hunters are not the same thing at all, archers are just a branch of the army, they are good at archery, killing enemies with arrows, providing fire support to comrades in front, and nothing more.
But the role of hunters is not limited to this, they are very familiar with the wilderness, they can hide in the jungle wilderness like ghosts, and use traps to control and kill opponents; They are adept at tracking, and neither beasts, elemental creatures, humanoids, nor demons, undead, or even dragons can escape their eyes; They tame wild beasts to help them hunt and fight, and these spiritual beasts can sometimes even accomplish things that humans can't; In addition to this, they are equally adept at shooting, whether they use bows, crossbows, or muskets, they can also use their arcane powers in a superficial way, and they can use some skills unknown to archers to aid in battle, and some skilled hunters can even interrupt the mage's casting; Similarly, their hand-to-hand combat ability should not be underestimated, and even if the enemy rushes up to entangle, they can fight each other with great strength.
In a word, what the archer can do, the hunter can do, and what the hunter can do, the archer may not be able to do.
So in Diego's eyes, these archers who didn't know how to hide their figures, only knew how to shoot blindly, were like live targets, waiting for him to be named one by one.
Diego opened fire on the archers who had spotted and tried to target the veterans.
Just like whack-a-mole, whoever has the action of aiming at the veterans will shoot whomever he wants, one after another, but shoot at one target, kill the target, and turn the muzzle while waiting for the slightly jumping muzzle to fall, aiming at the next target, this process takes time, Diego barely aimed through the scope, he is completely by feeling, and the muzzle of the gun is almost fired when it turns over.
But even so, the archers in the square were completely unable to threaten the veterans by him, and almost at the same time as they raised their bows to aim at the veterans, a bullet would end their lives.
The veterans threw ten canisters of fire oil at the van at the gate, and ten archers fell in the square.
At this time, some archers finally discovered Diego's location and began to shoot at him, but Diego ignored the arrows on the battlements, and stubbornly searched for the archers who wanted to stop the veterans, until a blazing torch was thrown down the castle.
The flames rose into the air, illuminating most of the square as if it were day.
The pine cart was poured with oil and crackled.
Now, even the most fearless crusaders did not dare to rush up and push the battering ram.
Diego fired a few more shots, and as he watched the veterans retreat into the castle, he ducked back behind the battlements.
But just as he glanced back in a hurry, he saw a succession of five ballistae being pushed out of the alley and into the square.
An archer was pointing in his direction, talking to the crossbow riders.
"Hell!"
He broke out in a cold sweat and ran down the tower.