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Text Chapter 255: Siege Mountain

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    Bricks and soil fell like heavy rain, hitting the helmets and shields of the warriors, and the thick smoke was almost suffocating.  .The ground is soft, and the soft soil kicked up by the explosion is almost up to people's knees.  But thousands of death squads were still running wildly, the magic of sex burning their frantic hearts.  The first wave of death squads was divided into three parts. The middle one was a lightly-armed warrior, swooping towards the gap at lightning speed, trying to seize the gap as quickly as possible.  The two groups on the left and right were mostly heavily armored warriors, carrying ladders, pushing shield carts, and waving flags as they rushed towards the intact city walls and towers on both sides, attracting firepower for the suicide squads rushing in the middle.  Behind them was an endless stretch of parapets and trenches, lined with densely packed infantry and cavalry, trolls and war beasts, waiting for the moment to launch a general attack.  A large number of light artillery and ballistae were pushed out, shooting a torrential rain of stone bullets and giant arrows at the crenellations on the red wall. The dull impact sound was like hail hitting the tiles, and thousands of archers also swarmed in.  Out, the black feather arrows passed through the boiling smoke clouds like rising locust swarms.  The Chaos Dwarves lit their light rocket launchers, with wooden iron hoops and four-foot-long sharp rockets flying roaringly with a long balance pole, and the flame trail streaked across the dark sky.  At this moment, the entire chaotic position before the explosion point was boiling with enthusiasm, like an exploding volcano.  The crowd surged like a tide, appearing and disappearing in the smoke. The artillery fire on the city also responded, plowing the thunder of iron and lead into the rushing tide, causing waves of flesh and blood.  But it may be because the vibration just now was too great, knocking many artillery guns off their mounts. The counterattack artillery fire on both sides of the gap was not dense, and it was completely unable to stop the torrent of fire.  The people in front fell down, and the people behind them rushed forward. The roars of beasts and the cries of killing were overwhelming everything.  In the huge explosion just now, the city wall around the blast point was blown down by about thirty meters, and a tower and hundreds of defenders were thrown into the sky. The huge vibration caused the defenders hundreds of meters in front and behind to collapse.  He fell to the ground, his limbs were shaking, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he was unable to organize a decent defense for a while. The suicide squads seized this opportunity and swarmed in, like a school of fish breaking through the net.  On the mound formed between the gap and the city wall, shields and heads were crowded together, and the purple Slaanesh banner was waving wildly.  But the flashing emblem of the magic circle suddenly rose, and the strong white light pierced the dark night sky like lightning. In just a moment, countless frost blades suddenly rose up, splitting apart in the crowd of people crowded like a swarm of ants.  A bloody road, with hundreds of heads and broken limbs flying into the sky with frozen blood, while more soldiers suddenly became stiff in the cold wind and stopped moving, like frozen ice sculptures.  "This is the last city defense magic circle, don't be afraid! Keep moving forward!" The Chaos generals riding heavily armored war horses waved their military flags and roared at the top of their lungs. They knew that this kind of instant large-scale destruction would  Magic cannot be cast suddenly by an individual mage. Even a high-level mage would find it difficult to do it. Only a defensive magic circle that has been deployed for a long time can respond so quickly.  No matter what, a hole has been breached in the city wall, and Kislevgrad's defensive magic circle has been torn apart. No matter what, this opportunity must be seized.  The suicide squads let out horrifying roars, and continued to rush towards the gap one after another. They stepped on the bloody mounds, trampled their frozen comrades under their feet, and rushed towards the black hole in front of them like a frantic ant colony, but what answered them was heavy rain.  The sound of shotguns and gunshots.  At the moment when the magic circle broke out, the reserve team of the city's defenders had woken up and rushed towards the gap waving red war bear flags. They pushed light short-barreled shotguns, carried matchlock guns and bows, and fired the fierce  Fire poured down on the intruders.  Under this violent blow, the first wave of suicide squads finally collapsed, and the magic that inspired them dissipated. They fled backwards in disintegration, throwing down their axes and shields. The miserable screams echoed in the night sky, like  The cry of a beast before it dies.  Only hundreds of corpses were left lying in the gap, and the warm blood was quickly frozen into ice by the cold wind.  "It's nothing. Anyway, they are just some new believers and useless cannon fodder. Team 2, move forward!" Dessaline, the great witch of the beast department, frowned and waved her arms to send out a flashing magic signal.  So the second wave of suicide squads jumped out of the trenches like a tide, crossed the breastworks, and rushed towards the gap in the smoke again.  These people were different from the first wave. Most of them wore mail and scale armor, and wore bronze helmets decorated with beasts' teeth, claws, and tails. The brass eight-pointed stars of chaos on the shields shone brightly.  They are regular warriors of the Chaos army. Their equipment and training are by no means comparable to the first wave of servants, fanatic believers, Kislev converts and traitors.  Spears and halberds were thrust left and right, shields collided violently, and the second wave of death squads collided head-on with the defenders on the gap, piling up the corpses like a mountain.The mounds of earth turned into boiling rivers.  Flesh and blood flew everywhere, swords flashed everywhere, the soldiers cursed, roared, crowded together, and fought madly. Everyone knew that this would be a decisive battle, so there was no room for retreat.  While fierce hand-to-hand combat was taking place in the gap, the assisting troops on the left and right wings were also launching a fierce attack.  They covered their bodies with shield cars as high as ** feet, fired arrows fiercely, and threw javelins wrapped with guncotton. Like crowded black rain clouds, ladders up to 20 meters high were erected one after another, with sharp beasts on their heads.  The iron hook on the face shone with a terrifying light.  Countless flashing cannonballs and rockets passed over their heads and fell in the city behind the red wall, sending up clouds of smoke and sparks.  But the counterattack from the towers and city walls was also fierce. Stone bullets and lead bullets rose up in the roar, smashing the shield carts into pieces, and the soldiers' broken limbs and blood sprayed together.  A torrential rain of arrows and ice poured around the ladder, knocking groups of warriors to the ground.  From time to time, round thunderbolts rolled down from the crenel, and the red lead wires screamed, then exploded, sending iron pieces and shock waves everywhere, carrying the smell of death.  But the light artillery and ballistae on the Chaos position pushed out of the trench one by one, approaching the huge red wall, like scorpions crawling out of the cave.  Four hundred meters, three hundred meters, regardless of the smoke pillars rising in front, back, left and right, they moved forward bit by bit. Many tall shield cars were with them, using their huge bodies to attract the fierce firepower on the wall.  Finally, at a position about two hundred meters close to the city wall, these messy light artillery fired together with the ballistae, projecting stone bullets and giant arrows onto the wave-like crenellations of the red wall as accurately as a storm.  After several waves of fierce shooting, the firepower on the crenels gradually weakened, so the tall ladders were erected again, like giant trees that suddenly stood up on the plains. The winches and pulleys rotated, leaning them one by one against the red wall.  On the ground, huge bronze claws and hard red bricks scratched out brilliant firelight.  The cheers sounded like thunder, and the swarming Chaos warriors shouted and climbed up the ladder.  (To be continued.)
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