The barbarian herders driven onto the open ground looked at the barbarian army standing ready around them, their hearts filled with unease. They still did not know what they were supposed to do.
But from the scattered words of the slaves taken away earlier, they roughly knew what might await them. They resisted it deeply. In their eyes, they had already filled the moat and built earthen ramps for the siege. What else were they needed for now?
Shouldn't the barbarian warriors be the ones charging forward and attacking the city?
What use was there in gathering ordinary herders and slaves like them?
Everyone in the crowd wore a different expression, but all looked dejected. Clearly, they were extremely pessimistic about their futures. Many elderly people, women, and children had begun to sob quietly. Compared to the young and strong, they felt their chances of surviving were even lower.
Before long, Heshima began announcing his decision. His order was simple: these herders were to carry earth and perform earthwork, hauling large amounts of dirt and stones beneath the city walls to build more ramps or steps leading up the fortress walls.
Heshima's response was simple: attack everywhere at once, forcing the defenders on the walls to lose sight of priorities and find no key position to defend.
As for how many people would die, he did not care. He even felt that there were too many barbarians under his rule anyway.
Unlike Keledu and the Faith Order, Heshima had no methods of balancing favor and intimidation when dealing with these herders. All he wanted was to cow them.
He directly ordered his personal guards to drag the escaped slaves before the formation. Several thousand people were forced to kneel there, an imposing sight.
Just as everyone wondered what he intended