Lord of the Oasis

"Awow--"

The jackals were screaming in despair, but the primitive nature of bloodthirsty and brutality was inspired at this moment, far more brutal and tyrannical than their native compatriots, the lower jackals.

And the wisdom brought by belonging to the Ming race!

The jackals in the front row kneel down and use their backs as ladders, and the jackals in the back row step on the backs of their companions mercilessly. Through this human ladder, they are as crazy as ants attached to the top of the wall The attic window climbed up, even on the left and right sides, the crossbowmen at the arrow tower and the city gate formed a cross arrow rain, so that the jackal who wanted to climb was seriously injured, but the jackal who followed was also Climbing still with crazy red eyes.

In the current situation, they are suffering heavy losses. They must also capture the sentry oasis. Even if the casualties are more than half, they must take down this vital fortress!

"Oh--"

The captain hided in the large number of jackal warriors. They have all come to the bottom of the city wall, and there are two human ladders built with jackal bodies!

All the jackals were desperately climbing up.

They have no escape route!

Kant was not afraid of their crazy offense.

Because he belonged to the exile, he also did not retreat!

"Go tell Manid, throw me all the stones, don't let the jackals climb up!"

Kant issued the order loudly.

The Swadia crossbowman, who was behind her as a herald, put away the crossbow in his hand, turned around and quickly climbed up the ladder to the top floor of the wooden attic, loudly reporting Kant's orders to Manid.

"I know!"

Manid responded, noisy battlefields were filled with angry howls and soldiers' verbal abuse.

The terrible battle situation made him sweat on his face, but the light crossbow in his hand did not dare to stop easily, shooting the crossbow arrow that was already stuck in the slot. He also commanded the Swadian militia loudly: "Change Stone, don’t let those jackals come up, hurry up! Others don’t hesitate to continue shooting!"

It only takes a few people to throw stones.

The other Swadia militia still need to shoot quickly with a crossbow in hand.

Although less powerful.

But at a distance of less than 10 meters, the power of hunting crossbows in the hand is also enough to pierce the chain mail worn by the jackals, and even the vital point can directly hit the target!

Look at the layer of jackal corpses covered under the city walls, but some of their credit!

"Smash!"

Twenty Swadia militiamen carried half-size stones.

At the edge of the city wall, looking at the noisy battlefield underneath, all grinning teeth, **** scary beast heads, with a slight tremor in his heart, but the stones in his hands were held high and smashed down.

In order to protect their homeland, this group of peasant militias, even if the whole army is annihilated, are willing!

The sentry oasis, the "Drechem" fortress, is their home!

"call--"

The stones were smashed down.

At that speed, there was a faint wind, and in a flash, he fell into the tide of the jackal, hitting the head of the jackal who was still kneeling to build a human ladder and gritted his teeth to withstand the steps of his companions.

Splashes of blood, bursting of the brain, red and white sprinkled directly out of the film.

The jackal, whose head was smashed, was lying directly under the pile of corpses. The wide-eyed eyes were full of despair and disbelief, but the skulls that had been recessed made their wide-eyed eyes quickly disperse. .

The stone was smashed hard, and its power is stronger than that of the Reston Ranger's cone head arrow!

"Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang--"

More than a dozen stones were smashed down, even the human flesh ladders where the jackal warriors were desperately stacked up were smashed apart, the corpses on the ground were layered, and even the other jackal warriors howled in time, but how The Svadia militias at the top of the attic of the city wall cannot be reached.

On the contrary, these militiamen took the opportunity to come to the edge, and pulled the trigger against the jackal underneath, which was covered by a wave of rain.

Dozens of jackals fell again.

The corpses piled up more and more at the bottom, and the jackals became more and more crazy as the number of deaths increased.

The sound of howling is endless, and there are desperation and angry howls everywhere.

Those jackals have not yet given up.

The front row of the new batch kneeled down on the pile of corpses again, and became the human flesh ladder that allowed the rear row to climb up on themselves. They didn't care about the stones that were smashed from the top of their heads, and they could burst their heads and die in minutes. .

They have fallen into some kind of fearless craziness in desperation.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy!"

Manid cursed loudly at the bottom of the pack of jackals.

The light crossbow in his hand slammed, and the crossbow was directly nailed to the chest of the jackal underneath, piercing the chain mail, and it seemed to hurt the lungs, but the jackal did not care at all, but looked up at him~www.mtlnovel. com~ With a grin on his face, he even pulled the crossbow arrow out of his chest, and the blood spilled stained his linen robe.

This is a demonstration of Manid, and even more fearless of death.

Of course, the price is that after pulling out this crossbow arrow, the jackal fell on his knees and fell to the ground, becoming the ladder of the jackals behind him, a new ladder with dozens of corpses!

It was because of this that Manid cursed this group of jackals crazy.

Because under this death-like charge, the corpses have become ramps, even if the militiamen smashed the stones hard, the arrows on both sides of the tower and the gatemen at the city gate continuously released arrow rain, The jackals were still able to reach the loft windows by the **** of the companion's body!

"Um-bang!"

The two-handed axe slashed fiercely on the edge of the window, and the wood chips splashed hit the face of the crossbowman.

The war situation is getting more and more crisis.

"Throw all our grease away!"

Kant's face was calm, and he reached out and ordered to fight back.

At the corner of the attic, Swadia's crossbowmen immediately brought four clay pots, smashing them fiercely out of the window, and smashing down a jackal who had probed his head.

The earthenware pot suddenly shattered, and the amber liquid in it instantly spilled over the entire cascade of corpses.

"Torches!"

Kant's orders continued to sound.

Clear and loud on this noisy battlefield.

The torch I had already prepared was immediately taken, and was still burning and thrown out of the window. When I touched the amber liquid, the fire suddenly rose up, and the rotten black smoke quickly began to spread!

The amber liquid in the clay pot was the oil purchased from caravan leader Jocelyn.

Oil made from the fattest pigs.

The best combustibles!