Chapter 331 Friction(1/2)
Those crocodile tribesmen who had this kind of luck in mind rushed towards Brother Port at the fastest speed in their lives. Some, in order to reduce their burden, even before setting off, those ferocious Jinsili soldiers repeatedly told them that they must be carried to the city on their backs and thrown into the moat.
, otherwise even if you go back alive, you will have to put it in a sack and throw it away.
Obviously, they no longer want to go back.
So they shouted loudly while running towards Brother Port.
"Don't shoot arrows, don't shoot arrows. We are from the Crocodile Tribe and we are our own people. Brothers, please give us a way to survive and let us in!"
"Please, please open the city gate, we are forced, we are our own people, please give us a way to survive!"
"For the sake of the fact that we have the same ancestor and believe in the same water god, give us a way to survive. From now on, we are willing to work as cows or horses."
"Open the city gate, open the city gate quickly!"
"Didn't you say that we are all from the same tribe, have the same ancestors, and will always be brothers? Why do you refuse to save your own tribe and brothers? Liars, you are all liars!"
"Lie, it turns out that your previous propaganda was all lies. This place should not be called Brother Port, but the City of Lies!"
The scene of the ants attacking the city is always so similar, especially when the first wave drives out the local people to attack the city, the scene is even more strikingly similar.
The situation at this time was exactly the same as when the Kentana barbarians in the mountainous area drove the Andis people to attack the ice wall defense line.
These fanciful crocodile tribesmen spoke their own dialects and prayed to the people on the city wall to lend a helping hand to them.
At first, he just prayed and prayed, but when he saw that the city gate stood still, he did not move.
Then the threats of abuse began.
The only purpose is to hope that Brother Port can open the city gate and let them in.
And this is what the attacker wants to see.
This is also a siege tactic.
It's called attacking the heart.
Once the defenders of the city waver and open the city gates, it is the moment when the attackers dispatch their heavy cavalry and attack across the board.
The entire siege battle will become intense in an instant.
Any veteran with some experience knows that in that situation, no matter whether the city falls or not, the chances of these civilians surviving the attack are extremely slim.
In that case.
The siege party didn't care about their life or death.
The defenders of the city were too busy to take care of themselves and had no way to take care of them.
Bivis did not understand these truths, and the lame old crocodile tribesman did not tell him, but the difficult life experiences of these few months taught him to look at people's hearts with the worst eyes, including
Those so-called fellow tribesmen.
Their demands, insults, and threats seemed so childish and stupid in the eyes of Beavis?
He actually pinned his life and hope on the mercy of the other party, which would only make him die faster.
Therefore, instead of rushing forward, Beavis deliberately slowed down his pace, blended in with the cannon fodder team behind him, and hid his figure more tightly. Not only did he not lose the sandbags on his body, but he also
One more.
There was one on each shoulder and one on the head.
The weight of more than one hundred kilograms was a bit too much for him even if he had the strength. He began to pant like an ox, feeling that all the little strength the gruel had provided him in the past few days was squeezed out.
But Beavis was reluctant to throw away the sack of sand and soil on his body, because it was the only thing on his body that could be called a defense. Only by carrying them could he feel a sense of security.
Don't ask him why he did this. No one taught him. Everything was done instinctively and out of survival instinct.
But what to do next, Beavis himself doesn't know. Now he can only go with the flow and follow the cannon fodder group. If he can survive for one more second, he will not hope for one more second.
There was a lot of noise below the city, but there was no movement on the wall.
Faced with this situation, the Yongye Army has experience, but those Crocodile Tribe people do not.
And they were the main force of long archers defending the city, so the arrow rain from Brother Port was not covered immediately.
This almost made General Andis Tiger Tagore's nose crooked with anger.
I'm really not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but I'm afraid of teammates who are like pigs.
As soon as the crocodile tribe got started, they would be held back.
Fortunately, the Yongye Army leaders had concerns about this from the beginning and did not put their eggs in one basket. They also had another long-range attack team - the Affiliated Engineer Corps.
The long archers of the Crocodile Tribe are just the icing on the cake.
Most of the defensive equipment and arrow towers in Brother Port are operated and controlled by the attached engineers.
Although the engineers attached to the Yongye Army have the name of engineers, in fact, they are not much different from many regular armies. They can also be regarded as a type of professional soldiers in the Yongye Army.
However, the work they are usually responsible for is very different from that of the main army, and the amount of training is not as good as that of the main army. Most of the time, they are dealing with various chores or providing long-range fire support to the regular army, and rarely charge head-on.
Following Tagore's order, they began to show off their power.
However, those large siege equipment were not used, and the arrows were simply smashed down.
The Andis longbow is not useful against the heavy armored infantry of the Kingsley family, but it should not be too powerful against these unarmed Crocodile tribesmen.
Even the sacks of soil they carried on their bodies could not completely withstand this kind of puncture, and they had no concept of defense. They fell in pieces on the spot like wheat in an autumn wheat field.
"Don't shoot arrows, don't shoot arrows, we are our own people, we are your brothers!"
"Please, please let us go, we just want to survive, we just want to survive!"
"Butchers, executioners, cold-blooded monsters, how could you kill me? How could you just ignore him?"
Man is such a strange creature. Facing the ferocious Kingsley soldiers, these crocodile civilians were all silent and lifeless, being driven away like pigs.
However, when facing the people of the same clan in Brother Port, they cursed each and every one with great anger. Especially after their illusions were shattered, the curse was not directed at the culprits, the Kingsley family, but at the defenders of Brother Port.
It seemed like it was entirely the other's fault that they ended up in this situation.
This principle is just like how many people act cowardly outside and act violently at home, because they know that people at home will not harm them.
But this principle is not easy to apply on the battlefield.
As a result, they naturally aroused the anger that they thought was justifiable, and they vented it indiscriminately under the control of fear.
"That's true."
This was Beavis's first reaction when he saw the rain of arrows.
At this moment, his mood was more complicated than that of ordinary crocodile tribesmen.
I feel a bit lucky that my guess was correct and I didn't throw away the sandbags and run to the front like those idiots and become a living target. The one who just rushed to the front and yelled the loudest died the fastest.
With a bit of indifference, he did not feel the same way about the death of his companions at this moment, perhaps because he had known a long time ago that this would be the fate they would eventually face.
There is still a bit of despair. The Yongye Army leader and their people, who are very kind in the mouths of other crocodile tribesmen, make such a decisive choice at this time, and the possibility of them being able to escape this purgatory is even lower.
"Ugh!" Beavis groaned and fell to the ground.
He felt a heavy punch hit his left shoulder.
Turning around, he saw an arrow as thick as an adult's thumb stuck in the sandbag on his left shoulder.
The arrow shaft was polished very smoothly, and he seemed to smell the smell of tung oil on it.
"What a powerful arrow." Beavis was shocked.
The sack of sand and earth on his body could not completely block the penetration of this sharp arrow, and half of the arrow pierced his shoulder.
However, his caution still saved his life.
If it weren't for this sack of sand, not just half of the arrow would have been cut off, but half of the arrow would have been shot into his chest and abdomen.
At that time, even if the true God came in person, he could not save him.
The only good thing is that the defender did not put poison on the arrow.
But looking at the surrounding situation, the other party doesn't seem to have this need.
These heavy arrows themselves can kill people. After all, feeding poison to arrows is a very cumbersome matter, especially those with strong poison.
Beavis did not dare to neglect, so he shrunk and got behind a companion.
To be more precise, behind the corpse of my companion.
Not only was this companion not as smart as Beavis, but he was also not as lucky as him. He was hit by two long arrows at the same time, one of which hit the door directly in the face, causing him to die.
Compared to a sack of sand and soil, a human corpse has a larger covering area.
As for whether doing this was an insult to the corpse, Beavis didn't care at all. He was almost dead, so he couldn't care about it.
"It's him!" Beavis' eyes inadvertently glanced at a figure, and his eyes, which had been numbed by suffering, appeared a little strange, and kept expanding, and finally burned.
He searched hard for several months, but could not find it. It was delivered to him at this time and in this way.
This crocodile tribesman named Kelen is none other than the traitor who betrayed the lame old man.
At the price of betraying his fellow tribesmen, this guy won the favor of the Kingsley family and became their lackey thug, helping to manage the cannon fodder of the Crocodile tribe.
Coren also knew that what he did was very hateful. After gaining a little power from the Kingsley family, he immediately gathered a group of people like him, sucking the blood of his own people in exchange for the Kingsley family.
To be continued...