The two men carrying the ladder ran at full speed.
The Cluster Grenades were thrown at the charging elite troops, blasting apart their Magic shields. One sergeant who wasn't a Blood Ghost was knocked down, while a Blood Ghost knight had his leg mangled by the blast. He tried to buy time to recover, but fell to the ground too.
The ladder was blown to pieces as well.
They couldn't climb up for the time being, right?
Not a chance.
They threw the remaining Explosive packs together. The mages cast Magic shields to block the bullets for them, then used Explosive Combustion Technique, a variation of Fireball Technique, to detonate the explosives.
A breach was blasted into the city wall, and Sheffield immediately ordered the charge horn sounded.
Ever since the war with the Northern Border began, they hadn't heard the charge horn in a long time. All they'd heard were the enemy's whistles as they charged.
The elite assault troops launched a fierce attack on the city wall, bayonets fixed as they went up to engage the defenders.
The militia's three-man teams were quite dangerous, but unlike the enemy's Regular Army, who wore Cloth Armor, these men had no armor.
The thirty men could easily stab and slash them.
However, the militia weren't completely helpless. The thirty men on the other side weren't wearing armor either, for the sake of speed.
Adventurers weren't necessarily any weaker than knights. They simply lacked organization.
The militia had been trained, too. They weren't helpless prey.
On the narrow battlefield of the town, the thirty charging warriors were fierce and bold. But the militia, having recovered from their initial shock, weren't afraid of them either. Working in coordinated teams of three, they countered the thirty men.
The enemy saw this too, and immediately