More and more rebels Soldiers jumped onto the fortress wall, and the defenders desperately tried to prevent them from expanding their breach.
All six rebel ladders were successfully erected on the city wall. The battles at the two attack points on the left and the two attack points on the right were stalemate, but the situation at the two middlemost points was not optimistic.
The rebels Soldiers who rushed up from these two places were all beaten to death. They shouted with red eyes and attacked the defenders with all their strength. Moreover, they didn't seem to care about the swords that the other party stabbed or slashed at them. Every move was in an attacking posture.
However, the defenders did not hurt them much. These Soldierss, who were obviously wearing leather armor, seemed to be wearing Fine Steel plate armors, and they were fully armored from head to toe. Even their arms and legs could easily block the swords of the defenders.
The knight squire Bowman was caught in a bitter battle. He was tightly entangled by a rebel Soldiers.
After a few rounds, he could feel that the opponent's martial arts were not very good, and they only knew the common moves in the army. Anyway, they were far inferior to his squire who aimed to become a knight and had been trained in martial arts by his father since he was a child.
If it were normal times, he would think that a quick move would kill the opponent.
But the Soldiers in front of him had an almost abnormal defense and strength far beyond his. These two advantages made up for the opponent's technical deficiencies.
Whenever he hits the opponent's body, Bowman feels as if he has hit a steel plate. In the past, he only felt this way when he hit an enemy wearing heavy armor.
But the opponent is obviously wearing a leather armor, and his movements are flexible. If the opponent is really wearing heavy armor, no matter how strong he is, he will not be able to be so flexible.
Bowman couldn't help but think of the report of the seriously injured scout a few days ago. At that time, he and his companions also encountered an enemy whose defense capabilities exceeded common sense.
As a knight's squire, he was still able to hold a stalemate with the rebel Soldiers that was entangled in him, but the situation was not good for the other ordinary Soldiers. The close combat had already begun for more than ten minutes, and several of his own Soldiers had fallen around Bowman, while the opponent seemed to have no casualties.
At this time, he heard Old Duke, who was directing the battle on the tower, shouting to everyone, "Blunt weapons! Use blunt weapons to attack those enemies that swords cannot deal with!"
One sentence reminded Bowman that although the adults could not figure out how the situation reported by the scouts happened before, since the opponent has heavy armor-like defense and swords have limited effect on it, then using blunt weapons to attack may have a certain effect.
So the fortress urgently prepared a batch of blunt weapons such as Warhammer, but the number was not large. Bowman was assigned one, which is now pinned to his waist.
Real blunt weapons are not as big and bulky as most people imagine. For example, the hammer of Bowman's Warhammer is actually only the size of an adult's fist, rather than the bard's exaggeration that it is larger than a human head and weighs hundreds of pounds at a time.
Bowman dodged to avoid the opponent's attack, put Knight Sword into the sheath with skillful movements, and immediately took off Warhammer from his waist.
After continuing to exchange a few moves with the rebel Soldiers, he spotted a flaw in the opponent and summoned all his strength to swing Warhammer hard and hit the opponent's right arm.
Under the huge reaction force, the jaw of his right hand used to hold the handle of the hammer was numb and painful. When his hand was loosened, the weapon almost fell off.
But at the moment of the hit, rebel Soldiers let out a cry of pain. His right arm that was hit immediately became loose, and the sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
Bowman felt happy. "It works!"
As a well-trained knight squire, he certainly would not let go of the good opportunity to beat up the drowned dog, so he waved Warhammer at an extremely fast speed, constantly greeting the opponent.
After being hit several times on the chest, the rebel Soldiers seemed to be stunned. He couldn't even dodge and just kept stepping back instinctively.
The knight's squire stepped forward and aimed at the opponent's head, hitting him hard.
Just hearing a "bump", the rebel Soldiers was beaten until his brains burst, and he fell backwards on the city wall.
Bowman took a few big breaths and looked around excitedly to find the next target.
However, his heart froze at the first glance.
After many people switched to blunt weapons, although several of the red-eyed rebels Soldiers had fallen, the defenders were still being suppressed by the enemy at this time, and new enemies continued to emerge on the siege ladder.
On the one hand, the number of blunt weapons equipped by the defenders was very small, only a few dozen in total. On the other hand, not all Soldiers were as skilled as knights.
Without thinking so much, Bowman immediately waved Warhammer and joined the battle again.
As he pounced on the enemy, he turned his head and looked at Klein in the distance. There were already several enemy corpses lying next to this highly skilled man. At this moment, he was surrounded by numerous enemies. However, the heroic knight did not show any timidity at all. He waved a pair of flails with great fighting spirit to block attacks from the left and right, creating new wounded or corpses for the rebels from time to time.
Seeing the bravery of the people he served, Bowman's worries about his own decline were swept away. The passion for fighting rekindled in his heart, and he roared towards the new target he had just chosen.
Seeing Soldiers on his side constantly climbing up the fortress wall, Scott couldn't help laughing.
A fellow mage beside him said, "It seems that the attack went very smoothly."
"Of course!" Scott said with raised lips, "With the blessing of our magic, even mortals can become so powerful."
"I just want to show that gentleman that our enchanters are so powerful and can turn decay into magic."
Scott thought of a senior with high authority in the organization. This senior specialized in strengthening his body and was very powerful. Rumor has it that he could single-handedly sweep through an army with just a pair of fists.
But this senior has always looked down upon their enchanters and stubbornly believed that using external objects to enhance combat effectiveness was just a side idea.
"True strength is the strength of your own body. Even when you have nothing, you can crush the enemy with absolute advantage."
Thinking of the contemptuous words he said to her face to face, Scott felt extremely unhappy.
snort! No matter how strong your body is, it has its limits. Can you still become a god? Of course, Scott admits that those enhanced magics are indeed great, but if the organization wants to expand its influence in this world and ultimately achieve its goals, it will inevitably need to arm a large number of the Mortal Army, and these mortals have limited qualifications and cannot learn exquisite magic at all.
Although the organization is researching strengthening magic that can be applied to the bodies of mortals, this kind of magic often does not last too long. We mages are extremely precious and are very few in number. Do we have to send people to dangerous battlefields to apply strengthening magic to mortals Soldiers in every battle? If something goes wrong, it will be a huge loss.
Enchanters are needed at this time. Enchanters can not only temporarily enchant ordinary equipment before the battle begins, but can also add semi-permanent buffs to the weapons during the manufacturing process.
By cultivating a large number of enchanters, you can manufacture a large number of enchanted weapons, thereby arming a large number of the Mortal Army, and bulldoze the world with the advantage of equipment.
It's a pity that the adult seems to have gone to Northwest Bay to do something important and cannot watch our wonderful performance here.
Scott thought with great regret, otherwise he would definitely be able to change his stubborn and stereotyped impression of us.
What a pity! Can't the chapter name be modified in the VIP chapter? It should be "Fortress Attack and Defense 3", it seems it cannot be changed.