HCB Chapter 395 The 1nd Impact
Chapter 395 The 1nd Impact
The huge pterosaur slowly lowered its altitude, and its sturdy claws landed steadily in front of the towering war elephant. The elephant's back, which was as big as a hill, trembled slightly. Daiba jumped off the pterosaur's back, and then a faint magical halo appeared around him. His figure floated lightly, slowly floated upwards, and finally landed steadily at the entrance of the huge fortress on the war elephant's back.
As soon as he entered the fortress, Daiba heard Calixica's slightly anxious question:
"General Daiba, I just saw you falling from the sky. Are you injured?"
Calixica's burly figure sat in the shadow of the throne, with a barely perceptible concern in his tone.
Daiba shook his head and said:
"Nothing serious, General. It's just that the pagan general used a trick to destroy the water snake god I summoned."
There was a subtle hint of annoyance in his tone.
"I encountered this Water Serpent God after my soul drifted in the Netherworld for a long time. It took me a long time to establish a connection with it and learn some of its magic. Now it will take a long time for the Water Serpent God to recover. During this time, I can no longer use some spells, including the whirlwind."
When Galixica heard this, he showed obvious shock on his face. This was the first time he heard Daiba describe the source of his power in such detail, and it was also the first time he heard this powerful mage fail on the battlefield.
Although he was confused by the "ghost world" and "water snake god" mentioned by Tyba, the solemnity in Tyba's tone made him realize that this loss was not trivial. This capable general who had always been successful had suffered such a setback. Galisica was a little disappointed, but he was more worried about the situation.
"Is it possible that even you cannot conquer this city?"
There was a hint of heaviness in Calixica's voice.
"Not really."
Daiba denied it immediately. He raised his head, his eyes still full of confidence.
"I also know some other spells, and can summon creatures from the netherworld. But it will take some time to get back to my original level."
After hearing this, Galixica's tense expression relaxed a little. He nodded and said in a deep voice:
"I understand. You should go and rest first, General."
With the permission of Galisica, Daiba turned and walked out of the fortress. Galisica looked at the wall of Acre in the distance. He couldn't help but think that Daiba's powerful spell must have shocked the defenders in the city, which was a good opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity. A restless fighting spirit began to surge in his chest. Perhaps, now was the perfect time to test the city's defense strength.
On the city wall, John frowned and watched the busy soldiers with a serious expression. They carefully carried the cold bodies, their movements were gentle and compassionate. On the other side, the wounded soldiers groaned in pain and were carried down the city wall on simple stretchers. The blood soaked the rough cloth, which was shocking. Every time he saw a body being carried away.
"Master John, come here!"
At this moment, a somewhat hurried shout broke the silence. John immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw several soldiers waving at him anxiously. He ran over quickly, weaving through the busy crowd. The further he walked, the more soldiers gathered around him. Finally, he saw a large group of people gathered at the end of the road.
"What happened?"
John pushed his way through the crowd and came to the center. What came into view was a heart-wrenching scene: several doctors in blood-stained uniforms were surrounding a soldier lying on the ground, some of them exclaimed, while others shook their heads helplessly, the atmosphere was depressing and heavy.
John looked closely and his pupils suddenly contracted - the person lying on the ground was actually one of the White Wolf Knights who had carried out his mission before!
The White Wolf Knight armor on his body, which symbolized his glory, was already badly damaged and charred in many places. The exposed skin was even more horrible, covered with horrific burns, and some places were even bloody.
"Can he still be saved?"
John grabbed a doctor who was about to get up and leave, his tone urgent and trembling.
The doctor was caught by him, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face. He looked at the dying knight on the ground, sighed and said:
"It can be cured, Lord John. But... we can't guarantee whether he can survive such severe burns."
John's heart sank when he heard this, but he immediately said firmly:
"Do everything you can! Immediately treat him and the other wounded people he is with to the best of your ability! For every person you save, I will give you a generous reward!"
His voice was full of unquestionable authority, but also a hint of pleading.
When the doctors heard John's order and the reward, a glimmer of hope immediately appeared on their depressed faces. They all nodded and moved quickly. They carefully put the injured knight on a stretcher, then carried him and walked quickly towards the city wall, hoping to save this life that was in danger.
Suddenly, a rapid and piercing horn sounded, breaking through the din of the battlefield, like the call of the god of death. Then, a centurion wearing blood-stained armor ran to John in a panic, his voice was rapid and trembling:
"Sir! The Kushan army is approaching!"
John heard this and immediately ran to the battlements of the city wall and looked down at the battlefield. He saw dense black dots on the distant horizon, just like a tide. As the distance got closer, the black dots gradually became clearer. They were the fully armed Kushan infantry. They were carrying huge siege cones, pushing heavy siege towers, and carrying siege ladders like a forest on their shoulders. They shouted and rushed towards the city wall.
Seeing this dark cloud-like scene, John's heart suddenly ignited with rage, and a strong desire for revenge surged in his heart. He suddenly drew the sword from his waist, and the sharp blade reflected a dazzling light in the sun. He raised the sword high and roared at the soldiers around him:
"Everyone! Prepare to fight! For our dead brothers! For the land beneath our feet! For our glory! Let these enemies who invaded us pay the price! Avenge your comrades!"
When the soldiers heard John's roar, their fear was replaced by an excited fighting spirit. They quickly returned to their respective positions, holding their weapons tightly, their eyes full of murderous intent. As the soldiers took their positions, the defense equipment on the city wall began to emit a deafening roar.
The huge catapults and artillery fired heavy stones and shells, piercing the sky and smashing hard into the Kushan army outside the city. Countless arrows poured down like a torrential rain, densely covering the charging formation of the Kushan army. For a moment, screams, wails, and the sound of weapons colliding intertwined, like a hellish scene. The Kushan soldiers fell in groups, and the blood dyed the ground red. Both the archers in the rear and the infantry charging in the front suffered huge losses.
Those heavy siege weapons became the main targets. A huge siege cone was hit by several huge stones while it was still quite far away from the city gate. The heavy stones hit the top of the siege cone accurately, and the huge impact force directly smashed the siege cone into pieces, and the Kusha soldiers who were desperately pushing the siege cone were also crushed under the huge stones, and their flesh and blood were blurred.
On the other side, a siege tower filled with arrows approached the city wall. Before the soldiers on it could launch an attack, it was hit by the blazing Greek flames ejected from the city wall. The blazing flames instantly engulfed the entire siege tower, turning it into a huge burning torch. A raging fire ignited on the tower, and from time to time, the Kushan soldiers who were on fire screamed in despair, jumped off the high siege tower, and fell heavily to the ground, ending their painful lives.
The defenders' attacks were like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Kushan soldiers. Cannonballs whistled into the crowd, blasting blood and flesh everywhere; arrows fell like a rainstorm, nailing the charging soldiers to the ground. The siege equipment turned into scrap metal in the raging fire, and the Kushan soldiers' offensive completely collapsed.
"Ah! I can't do it anymore!"
A Kusha soldier who was pushing a battering ram let out a desperate roar. He watched his companions being smashed into a pool of blood and flesh by the flying boulders. His spirit completely collapsed. He suddenly dropped the tools in his hands, turned around and ran.
His action was like lighting a fuse, and fear spread wildly on the edge of defeat. Soon, the second and third soldiers dropped their weapons and joined the escape.
"Stop! You cowards!"
The captain of the Kusha cavalry in the rear roared and waved the scimitar in his hand. The sharp blade shone with a chilling light in the sun.
"Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"
"Sir! We can't hold on any longer! Their firepower is too strong!"
A deserter who was stopped by the cavalry captain shouted incoherently with horror on his face.
"If we don't retreat, we'll all die here!"
The cavalry captain's eyes widened with anger. He grabbed the deserter by the collar and shouted:
"As a Kusha warrior, how can you escape from the battlefield? Go back!"
But it was obvious that the cavalry captain's deterrent power was so pale and powerless in the face of the threat of death. More and more soldiers rushed to the rear regardless of everything, and they were like a flood that broke through the dam, unstoppable.
"Sir! We can't stop them! They're crazy!"
A young cavalryman shouted to the captain anxiously, his voice trembling a little.
"damn it!"
The cavalry captain gnashed his teeth, looking at the fleeing soldiers rushing in like a tide, his heart filled with anger and helplessness. He wielded his scimitar and cut down several soldiers running in the front, blood splattered everywhere, but he could not stop the wave of defeat at all.
"Captain! What should we do?"
Another cavalryman was also forced to retreat, and he asked in panic.
The cavalry captain looked at the chaotic scene before him, then at the arrows and stones raining down on the city wall, and finally let out a sigh of despair:
"What else can we do? Let's go! If we don't leave now, they will trample us to death!"
Before he finished speaking, a huge force knocked his horse off balance. He looked back and saw countless deserters running around like headless flies, not caring about him as the cavalry captain. The cavalrymen around him had already been dispersed by the crowd and disappeared.
"Damn it!"
The cavalry captain cursed, turned his horse around helplessly, and joined the fleeing team.
Outside the city wall in the setting sun, the bodies of Kushan soldiers were lying in a mess, with expressions of fear and despair frozen on their faces.
Broken weapons and torn flags were scattered everywhere, and the blood-stained soil emitted a disgusting stench.
Those former siege weapons have now become burning ruins, with thick black smoke rising up as if wailing for this tragic defeat.