Chapter 668 Rain
"Candle Knight!"
"Ms. Viviana!"
Cheers resounded throughout the city, and the enemy's thousands of troops besieging the middle city wall stopped for a moment. Their eyes were frightened, and they looked at the poetic figure with one man and one sword in disbelief.
At this moment, the huge body of the last sand giant fell like a mountain and fell into countless gravels.
"His Majesty?"
Around Mahamu II, many of the ministers subconsciously cast their gazes. The Sand Giant, a sharp siege weapon that they had placed high hopes on, was completely wiped out. The morale of the siege army also suffered a huge blow. They couldn't help but wonder whether they should continue.
"What are you doing in a daze? I don't remember giving an order to stop the attack."
Mahamu II stared at that figure without blinking. He, who had never been moved by women, could not help but feel a sense of admiration for a moment.
With such extraordinary power, the skin is irrelevant in comparison. After all, although the female knight is beautiful, Mahamu II searched the harem and could still find one or two who could match her. Comparable.
If such a woman is matched with his dragon-taming bloodline, what kind of terrifying talent will the future crown prince have?
Wouldn't it be better to improve the family bloodline than those political marriages?
"But Your Majesty, our morale has been severely damaged. All the enemy's spellcasters have boarded the city. Do we have to let the soldiers resist their spells with their flesh and blood?"
The Grand Vizier advised: "Why don't we wait until tomorrow to attack?"
Mahamu II said coldly: "Send Sufi spell casters to protect the siege tower. The enemy's entire city combined is less than half of my army. How can the warriors protected by the holy fire be afraid of this?" difficulty?"
Sufism is a branch of Zoroastrianism that emerged in the countryside. It was a powerful arm for the Ottoman monarchs to maintain their rule. Although their magic power is superior to that of brothers and sisters, as an emerging branch of the sect, they have obviously not received enough precipitation. .
Everyone knows that it is quite unreliable to expect the Sufi monks to deal with the female knight.
Therefore, he paused slightly and then said: "Let the brotherhood and sisterhood deal with that female knight. No matter how powerful she is, there is only one person. It is impossible to cast such a powerful spell at will."
"Catch as many alive as possible."
As Mahamu II's order was issued, the army that had stalled on the battlefield once again marched towards the city wall, urged by scimitars and arrows.
"Attack, keep attacking!"
"Fight for God, fight for the Holy Fire, and destroy the evil witches of paganism!"
The brotherhood members wearing black turbans and black robes were like ethereal shadows, hidden among the siege teams.
Assassin's assassin organization has long been exterminated by the Tatars, but the tradition of assassins has not been broken. The Brotherhood in yesterday's giant ship world also inherited many traditions of the assassin organization, and their fighting methods are quite similar.
The magic released by the defenders caused a series of ripples on the siege tower. Although the Sufi spellcasters were average in strength, they were still much more numerous than the old antiques in Constantinople. If you wanted to fight back, you might It's not easy, but it is still possible to protect most of the siege towers so that they can reach the edge of the city wall.
As for Viviana, killing those sand giants obviously also consumed a lot of mental power. Although the magic warrior can increase various attributes with mental power, the most fundamental power is mental power. The loss of mental power will make her Strength decreased sharply.
"Next, the priority is to preserve combat power."
Lothar warned.
Mortals have mortal battles, and extraordinary people also have extraordinary battles.
He, or Viviana, spent too much energy on these ordinary soldiers, which might temporarily reduce some losses, but in the end more people would die.
War never pays attention to the equality of everyone.
As the baffles on the siege tower crashed down, a row of Ottoman warriors in heavy armor rushed out.
The Latin guards holding halberds roared and rushed forward, smashing the opponent's helmet. The two sides huddled together, and the Theodosian Wall became a flesh and blood mill, grinding the flesh and blood of the enemy and their own people into mud.
Greek fire spurted out from the tower, scorching the bodies in the trench, and heavy crossbows penetrated the armor and connected the enemies together.
Flames, frost, wind blades, and colorful magical auras are reflected, and spellcasters from both sides come and go.
Standing in the most conspicuous place at the top of the city, Lothar soon attracted the enemy's attention. Dozens of premeditated Brotherhood members quietly approached the emperor's guards from the chaotic battle situation and raised their flags to the emperor. The men below swarmed up.
Viviana looked back and did not offer any help. Although she had not experienced how strong Lothar was, her aura could not be faked. Even if thousands of troops besieged Lothar alone, she would not be able to help him. Thinking that he will be in danger.
On the other hand, there were more Brotherhood members surrounding her.
The Candle Knight sighed lightly. It seemed that the enemy could also tell that he was in a period of weakness.
But even if he is weak, facing an enemy of this level will only take a little effort at most.
The southern section of the city wall.
Orhan and his guards roared and fought with their original brothers. His guards were also trained according to the training method of Yenicheri, and their combat power was extraordinary.
On the side, the clawed dragon, which had no master to control but was in tune with Orhan, was like a fish in water, walking on the city wall as if it were flat ground. Its sharp claws were elusive, and every time it attacked, even the heavily armored enemies would be torn apart like paper.
The battle lasted until the afternoon.
The bodies of both sides covered the city walls and trenches.
The reserve troops in the rear had been sent to the city walls for rotation, and every soldier felt that his spirit and physical strength were stretched to the extreme, and they were almost broken.
The blood on the bricks and stones condensed into large clumps of stains.
The extraordinary people with limited blue bars had already stopped fighting and went back to rest. The only ones left were the mortal soldiers who fought with the most primitive instincts.
Orhan, whose helmet was knocked off, suddenly felt a chill on his head.
The crackling sound suddenly became clear in the noisy environment around him.
It's raining...
It's raining!
People's voices suddenly became excited.
No matter how arrogant the pagans were, they dared not continue to attack the city under such circumstances.
More importantly, in the rainy weather, the pagans' stockpiled gunpowder was likely to become damp and fail, and the bombardment that had brought great pressure to the defenders for days must be stopped.
"God bless Rome."
The emperor raised the four Beta flags planted on the top of the city and shouted: "God bless the Roman people."
"Saint Viviana!"
In the somewhat helpless eyes of the Candle Knight, people cheered this name. The gratitude and piety in their eyes were what Viviana could never feel in the Colosseum before.
The sound of the horn penetrated the rain curtain. Even if he was unwilling, Mahamu II had to order a withdrawal.
The rain washed away the bloodstains and covered up the bad smell on the city wall.
When Orhan went to see the emperor in person, he was shocked even though he had expected it. At this time, the corpses piled up in the middle section of the city wall guarded by the emperor himself were three times more than his side.
Even the city walls protected by magic circles had large gaps, and many places were temporarily blocked with bricks, wood, and even enemy corpses.
Just by looking at this scene, Orhan could imagine that the intensity of the attack on the middle section of the city wall was far greater than that of the southern section where he was stationed.
But even so, the emperor never issued an order for them to send people to support.