In just an instant, under the attacks of two war chariots, five ballistae, and three catapults, nearly a hundred bandits were left forever along the path of their charge.
Smoke billowed across the battlefield, and Fas's furious roars rang out incessantly. "The mages! Push the mages on the wooden towers forward! Fire our ballistae! Hurry up, all of you!"
Amid Fas's deafening shouts, the bandits beneath the wooden towers strained to push them toward Brettel City. The ballistae the bandits had brought were quickly pushed forward from the rear, with several bandits carrying iron shields clearing the way before each one.
The war chariots continued spitting tongues of flame. A catapult launched a high shot that traced a graceful arc through the air, but when it landed, an earthshaking boom erupted, splashing blood and severed limbs skyward. Six crossbow bolts per volley flashed like deadly cold gleams, harvesting cheap lives with whistling rushes.
The road five hundred meters before Brettel City had become a hell on earth. Under the furious fire from the walls, the bandits charging along it had no chance of surviving if they were struck or blasted.
"Spread out! All of you, spread out! You damned idiots, how many times have I told you?" Fas's shouting grew somewhat hysterical, but unfortunately, the tremendous roar of the war chariots drowned him out. Only the last row of bandits could hear him.
The Greenfire Bandits Group numbered six thousand in total. Fas had not committed all his forces at once, and the bandits charging Brettel City in this initial wave were not his group's true elite.
When Fas left the Nathan Duchy, he had only a little over a thousand trusted followers. Through subsequent pillaging, their numbers had gradually increased to their current size. The men charging Brettel City