It took only a few breaths for dozens of Barbarian soldiers to climb over the wall. Each was tall and powerfully built—clearly an elite warrior at a glance.
The defenders of this camp were all the private troops of nobles. Their will to fight and combat strength were nothing special, and when faced with enemies suddenly surging inside, they simply could not react in time.
These Barbarian soldiers were exceptionally fierce, fearing neither death nor danger. They clashed with the defenders inside the walls, and relying on their mad determination to fight, they slaughtered their vastly superior opponents, driving the defenders back step by step.
Fortunately, there were many defender units inside the camp. Other units soon arrived to reinforce them, charging forward with spears raised and their formation perfectly orderly. They had not expected the Barbarian soldiers to hurl flying axes again, and the axes easily knocked them down.
The Barbarian soldiers fought in a tight group, seizing control of an open area. They deliberately reduced the front at which they engaged the defenders, avoiding attacks from more enemy units. For a time, the defenders could not get through at all, let alone drive the Barbarians back.
As a result, more and more Barbarian soldiers successfully climbed over the camp wall. At the same time, a dozen or so Barbarian soldiers wielding long-handled battle-axes hacked furiously at the wall.
They were carrying out the task of breaching the wall, striving to create an opening in the wooden barrier as quickly as possible and open a passage for the troops that followed. The Barbarian soldiers who had climbed over were buying them time.
At this moment, Heshima stood outside the wall, continuing to direct his Barbarian archers in suppressing the enemies inside.
He knew this was a crucial moment and