Diego and the veterans retreated to the innermost part of the hall on the first floor, hiding around a corner to avoid the cold arrows fired from outside the door.
Diego poked his head out and looked in the direction of the gate.
The gate was a mess - the debris of the gate, the charred wood from the crashing cars, the corpses left behind by the crusaders, the discarded weapons, almost piled it up like a hill.
"Well done, young man!"
A veteran patted him on the shoulder appreciatively, and said excitedly.
"The best dwarven musketeers aren't as fierce as you!"
"It's almost time for me to be younger!"
Everyone was praising it, and Diego was a little embarrassed to be praised.
He turned his head and glanced at Arton behind him, "We're going to go on like this?"
What about Tyran?
” He followed the shouts and killings all the way down, and didn't pay attention to where the others went.
"Your lord, you've gone to the second floor, and he's going to let us hold it for a while before he leaves."
"How long?"
"A quarter of an hour, it's about half the time now."
Arton pulled out a magic crystal hourglass from behind his waist and glanced at it, the sand in the hourglass was already half gone.
Diego breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't think he could even withstand half an hour.
This wave of Crusader assault teams was almost completely wiped out, and it took time to rebuild morale and mobilize manpower.
By the time the Crusaders launch a new attack, the hourglass will have already leaked.
This time, however, the Scarlet Crusade reacted more quickly than Diego had expected, and within two minutes of time, a longing figure appeared outside the gate again.
Probably also afraid of the bombardment of the death gaze, they all hid on both sides of the door, and no one showed their heads.
The next moment several torches were thrown in from outside the gate, and then several more, and the crusaders threw in twenty or thirty torches one after another, illuminating the inside of the gate, and a few torches fell on the corpses at the gate, and in a few moments the air was filled with the stench of burnt flesh.
"What are they going to do?
Do you want to have a barbecue party?
Diego looked at Alton suspiciously, but the latter was equally confused.
But they soon learned the answer, and several large lumps of thick felt were thrown in from outside the door, and pressed against the torches, and the folded felt bullets scattered and suppressed all the torches at once.
Billowing smoke billowed from under the felt and filled the entire hall on the first floor, and for a few seconds, the ceiling overhead was not visible.
Just then, a few more clumps of things were thrown in from outside the gate.
It seemed to be a small shrub planted at the edge of the square, with branches and leaves pulled out, and some of the roots still had large clumps of dirt on them.
The small flames that emerged from under the blanket licked the fresh, damp leaves, and the smoke grew even louder.
The choking smoke was getting lower and lower, coughing and tearing up everyone, and the stench of burning corpses and wool was even more disgusting.
"Get down, get down on the ground!"
Diego whispered to the others.
He was the first to lie down.
"Hell!
I hate that!
Arton lay beside him, grumbling loudly.
"Fire oil, go upstairs and bring a can of fire oil!"
A veteran said suddenly.
"Why, don't you think this smoke is not big enough to choke people?"
Another veteran shouted discontentedly.
"Nope!
Once that mess burns, it doesn't smoke!
” Diego's eyes lit up suddenly.
"You don't have to carry the oil!"
He stopped the veteran as he climbed the stairs, then pulled out a flaming magazine and replaced, "Look at me!
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” As he spoke, he raised his hand and fired a shot at the mess.
The dull roar of Deathgaze resounded in the hall on the first floor, and with the deafening sound of gunfire, a flame bullet broke out of its chamber and flew towards the hill-like pile of debris, and to Diego's surprise, the bullet that should have exploded passed through the debris pile, flew straight out of the gate, and finally hit something, and a brilliant orange flame bloomed in the distance.
"This ......?"
Alton watched the scene with a bewildered expression, completely unaware of what was happening.
Before the gate was breached, they had not seen the fiery scene of Diego bombarding the ballista with flameballas.
"Accident, this time it's an accident!"
Diego said embarrassedly.
It was indeed an accident, what he had just shot was a raised piece of felt, even if the flame bomb exploded at the touch, the soft felt did not provide it with enough rigid resistance, and it was directly punched out of two large holes, and watched the bullet fly away.
Diego lowered his gun and fired another shot at the debris.
This time his luck was much better, as he seemed to hit an armor or a weapon, and with a "ding" sound, the powder of the lava core mixed in the warhead burst violently, disintegrating all over the debris pile.
As if adding fuel to the fire, the whole pile of debris burned violently, and the flames could almost lick the upper frame of the gate.
The smoke disappeared at once, and the fire was so big that even the fresh bushes crackled with fire.
The whole gate was tightly blocked by raging flames, and when viewed from a distance, it seemed that a curtain made of flames had hung on the gate.
Diego is completely relieved now, not to mention a quarter of an hour, this fire can burn for at least half an hour!
Once again, however, the commander of the Scarlet Crusade surprised him.
Even as an enemy, Diego had to admit that this was an outstanding commander, with a sharp mind and flexible reflexes, who could not make a plan and immediately had another plan.
Diego realized that the Crusaders had changed their commanders, and he did not believe that Ethan Lien, a priest-turned-bureaucrat, had such excellent command skills.
After about two minutes, they heard the sound of the Crusader soldiers' steel shins, stepping on the ground, which sounded much heavier than before.
They seemed to be carrying something.
Immediately afterward, Diego saw a huge heavy shield appear at the gate.
It's those shield defenders who were supposed to stay in the square just in case they finally come in handy!
"Hell!"
Diego scrambled to change magazines for Death Gaze, and the flares couldn't pierce the sturdy, heavy shield.
But surprisingly, the shield guards at the door did not advance forward, in fact, they did not dare to step into the fire, steel plate armor may be able to block the flames, but not the conduction of heat.
The shield in his hand was thrust to the ground and pressed against the fire.
He himself dodged and hid on the side of the gate.
Immediately afterwards, the other shield guard who followed him did the same, and pressed his shield against the fire, in front of the other shield.
Diego immediately understood what the Crusaders were going to do - they were going to build a bridge over the fire!
A third shield guard appeared at the gate, but his luck was not as good as that of his comrades, and just as he had unleashed his shield, a bullet of white light whistled down and knocked him to the ground.
However, his task was accomplished, and his shield was next to the two shields that had preceded it, crushing on the fire.
Now, the Scarlet Crusaders can attack with their shields, and while there are still flames coming out of the gaps between their shields, it's not a big deal for the heavily armored shieldguards.
One by one, the scarlet crusaders with heavy shields rushed in through the gates, and although people were knocked to the ground by bullets from time to time, the rate of fire of the bullets that needed to be recharged was far less than the speed at which the soldiers could fill in, and almost in the blink of an eye, there was a row of shield guards standing at the doorway.
Their shields were tightly packed like fish scales, one after the other, and they looked like an impregnable wall.
With a neat shout, the wall began to move forward neatly and slowly.
From time to time, someone would be knocked to the ground by a bullet that broke through the shield, but the people behind him would immediately fill his gap.
"Prepare for battle!"
Arton shouted.
The castle armory also had heavy shields in it, but because it was fighting inside the castle, this bulky shield was not very suitable, and the veterans did not take it out, they did not expect the Crusaders to use this squeeze style of play.
A tragic hand-to-hand battle is about to begin!