"Clang!"
With a tremendous crash, the poorly made siege ladder snapped cleanly in two under the blow of a massive stone.
"Aah!"
"Aah!"
Wave after wave of screams followed.
The soldiers on the ladder fell, smashing into the soldiers below the walls, sending several unlucky souls to their deaths together.
The worst off were those who had not quite died. Not only did they have to endure agony, they also got to enjoy a feast of liquid filth.
The brutal siege did not shake the Rebel Army's resolve to take the city.
"Pull our men back first and send the Warrior Camp up.
Tell them that if they fail to take Odersburg, their wives, children, and elderly will all become sacrifices!"
Lord of Darkness said coldly.
He had no experience in commanding armies, but he was a professional when it came to manipulating hearts and minds.
For a war, taking away able-bodied adults alone would have been enough. The elderly, children, and women were nothing but burdens, increasing logistical difficulties and slowing the army's march.
In the blink of an eye, able-bodied men who had received only a few days of brief training were pushed onto the battlefield.
After changing troops, the defenders' pressure immediately eased. The previously perilous walls suddenly became secure again.
However, Viscount Petrovich, who was defending the city, could not feel the slightest bit of joy. The enemy was using cannon fodder to wage a war of attrition, and Odersburg could not withstand such consumption.
It was all the result of a strategic misjudgment. Before this, he had already sent troops out to suppress the rebellion. Unfortunately, they encountered the Rebel Army's main force, and the army perished midway.
Before the defense of Odersburg even began, Viscount Petrovich had already lost a large number of troops.