They did not roar, nor made noises. Instead, they silently moved across the square in the Lion Fort like a dark red ghost, however, the aura they emitted was not weaker than an army that gathered knights to the peak through shouting and roaring.
In the silence, sometimes, the feeling of power revealed was even more ferocious.
Especially now, the war spirits withstood the dense rain of arrows. Not a single person was injured or killed, and its speed was not affected at all. This made the soldiers in the Lion Fort even more terrified of this army.
And the most terrifying thing was the hundreds of soldiers in the city gate.
They had no way to retreat, and even if they wanted to escape, there was no place to escape. Seeing the silent but monstrous heavy cavalry army charging towards them with a clear goal, they could not help but feel despair.
"Why are you charging at us? We are at the city gate!" Some of the soldiers tried their best to resist the violent vibrations of the city gate as they roared in fear.
"You will die too! Even if you kill us, you will also crash into the city gate and kill yourselves!" Some of the soldiers roared at the war spirits that were approaching.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"Stop, quickly stop! You bunch of lunatics! The lowly lives of us infantrymen are not worth your lives in exchange!" Another soldier in the city gate loudly cursed and persuaded the war spirits, wanting them to stop charging.
The answer was the silence of the war spirits. As usual, they accelerated and charged forward. Even if they charged into the city gate as the enemy had said, under the tremendous speed of the warhorse, it was very likely that they would crash into the city gate and die. They did not hesitate and did not waver at all.
They were not an ordinary army, but Kant's summoned creatures. Other than killing techniques, they did not have their own thoughts. Everything was done according to Kant's orders.
"You bunch of darn archers, didn't you come from the Grand Duke's fiefdom? Didn't you look down on the local soldiers? Why are you all acting like trash now? You can't even kill a single enemy cavalry? You bunch of rubbish!"
The terror of death was nearing, and some of the soldiers immediately collapsed due to fear. Tears of fear flowed down their faces, but their mouths were cursing the archers on the city walls and battlements who were on the same side as them. They were the Lion Fort's own army and not the elites who had been sent out from Baron Ryan. Isai. Cameron's estate.
More than ten years of peace had eroded their will to fight, making them weak and afraid of death.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})A hundred war spirit warhorses stepped on the bluestone in the Lion Fort square in unison. The sound was loud and orderly, like a drum and a heavy hammer, it hit the hearts of the infantrymen in the city gate repeatedly, causing the fear and despair in their hearts to spread crazily.
"Ah! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I want to open the city gate, I want to escape, I want to escape!" This kind of increasing intense pressure, very quickly, dominated many infantrymen with fear and despair. Their survival instinct prompted them to do all kinds of crazy actions.
The time of peace had truly corroded them completely. They actually thought of opening the city gates at such a critical moment to escape. Could it be that it was safer outside the city gates?
The war spirits quickly crossed a large distance and officially charged into the city gates. Some of the soldiers on the outermost side had nowhere to hide and were immediately killed by the speeding warhorses. A large area of their chests collapsed. At the last moment, they let out extremely miserable wails, which further stimulated the infantrymen who were tightly blocking the city gate.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Lift the gate!" A soldier roared crazily as he and a dozen other soldiers lifted the heavy gate.
"Ah! That's great! That's great! The gate is lifted! We're saved, we can escape!" This soldier was so happy that he cried. He was about to pull open the castle gate together with the other soldiers.
Boom! Boom!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Suddenly, two loud booms rang out from above the castle gates. The castle gates, which had already lifted the gate valve down, were naturally unable to block the onslaught of the siege timbers. At this moment, the siege timbers directly pushed open the city gates, and the first to bear the brunt were the soldiers who had pushed the gates up close to the castle gates.
In an instant, their wrists were broken by the tremendous force transmitted from the city gates. Then, they were hit by the rapidly opening gates. It was not any better than being hit by the charging warhorses. They instantly spat out blood mixed with internal organs and let out shrill and miserable howls. Their voices were filled with regret and despair.
For more than half an hour, the gate of the castle had been continuously bombarded outside, making them think that the force of the bombardment was only so-so. Little did they know that although they, the soldiers, had withstood the violent shock and some force for the gate of the castle. However, most of the force was blocked by the thick and heavy valve of the gate.
If they took down the gate valves by themselves, they would really be courting death.
"The city gate was opened by them? How can the soldiers of Lion Fort be so polite?" Kant looked up at the hundreds and thousands of bodies that were thrown from the city towers and battlements to the square of Lion Fort to make room for other archers, he couldn't help but feel strange. "Are these fierce archers and those cowardly, muddle-headed guys really the same noble's army? Why is the gap so big?"
Kant suppressed the surprise in his heart and muttered to himself, "That's good too. I originally thought of using the death of 100 war spirits to exchange for the early opening of the Lion Fort's castle gate. I didn't expect that it would be unnecessary now!"
At this moment, Kant had a thought. The 100 war spirits who were charging forward ferociously, one after another, towards the city gate's hole that was close to suicide, suddenly disappeared without any warning.
Kant would not be willing to use the lives of the war spirits to exchange for the lives of infantrymen who looked more like random soldiers than regular soldiers. It was not worth it.
Baron Ryan. Isai. Cameron, who had retreated into the depths of the castle, looked at Viscount Carl Cameron coldly. "Are these the elite infantrymen you have trained to attack the City of Lion's Heart?"
Viscount Carl Cameron's face turned red. He did not dare to refute. The authority of his parents was so strong that he could not refute it. Moreover, in the face of the iron-like facts, he did not have the confidence to refute.
