Chapter 568: Attacking the City

Chapter 568 – Attacking the City
Quiller Foster carefully polished his longsword, the weapon that his father had entrusted to him was finally going to be put to use, not for competing with others in martial arts, but for taking the lives of the enemies he was about to face.

Yesterday afternoon, General Xaluba Vasquez, who was the supreme commander of the allied army, gave the order to attack, and in the current night, the barracks killed cows and slaughtered sheep, and all the officers and soldiers feasted on them, and then after refreshing themselves for the night, the battle was fought at dawn.

The first thing that the allied army had to overcome was the three trenches surrounding the Protectorate’s fortress, and for this reason they specially prepared chariots for filling in the trenches, with defensive shields on their faces, and cowhide on their sides and tops, to protect the soldiers from opposing bows and arrows as they pushed them forward, and then threw the earth and stones loaded on them into the trench after pushing it to the edge of the trench. A total of twenty such chariots were prepared.

In response to this, the enemy defenders of course would not wait indifferently for their own defense to be broken through, and a large number of bows and arrows, crossbows and stones were fired at the advancing trench-filling chariots. The attrition of the chariots exceeded the previous prediction of the allied army, when the first trench was filled with earth and stone to create three wider passages, eight were lost, and by the time the second trench was passable, there were only two of the trench-filling chariots left, in addition to hundreds of dead and wounded.

General Vázquez, with a blackened face, ordered the second plan to be carried out, and a large number of prisoners (and also many unlucky civilians), collected from the rear, charged the third trench with sacks multiplied by sand and earth on their backs.

Quiller looked with pity at those poor people who didn’t know whether they could survive or not, they were like a swarm of ants carrying something, a swarm of people desperately running towards the trench, along the way, people were constantly being hit by arrows or stones, and when they fell to the ground, some of them could not get up again, while others struggled to avoid the trampling of their companions from the rear.

Finally some lucky people ran to the edge of the third trench, they threw down the sacks of sand and soil they had been carrying all the way, and then without hesitation started to run back again, these people were lucky, throwing a sack meant that their punishment would be reduced by one grade.

While the defenders concentrated their fire on preventing the third trench from being filled in, Vasquez organized his men to widen the passages of the two trenches in front of them, and eventually a section of their frontage roughly 200 yards in length was ready for the brigade to pass through.

“It’s our turn!”

Quiller grimaced and snapped his visor-style helmet over his head.

“Boy.” General Vasquez was at Quellek’s side, and he held Quellek’s shoulders down before coming into a hug with him, the iron armor on both of them making a loud clash.

“Your father and I would be proud of you.”

Vasquez had also known Queller’s father, Marquis Foster, for a long time, and he viewed Queller as if he were looking at his own son or nephew.

Queller looked at General Vasquez, nodded his head in silence, turned around and went to look for his men who had been preparing for a long time, and soon joined up with them, and set off with the siege vehicle assigned to them, the target of their team was located on the right side of the gate of the fortress, roughly twenty meters or so, and they were all dressed in their own clothes.
The troops in charge of the battle of boarding the city were all dressed in fine armor, holding their respective most handy weapons, they were all noble sons or professional fighters with excellent martial arts. Although they were assigned siege vehicles, they were not required to push the vehicles, there was a group of odd-job soldiers to do the job, they shouted loud horns and pushed the siege vehicles step by step to advance towards the target with great difficulty.

The siege car equipped by the Horned Bay Alliance army was a tower-like structure, with three wheels on each side of the bottom for the siege car to move, although the body of the handyman soldiers didn’t have any serious protection, but the left and right pusher of the siege car was equipped with shields to shield them from the incoming arrows. As for Quiller and the others, they bowed behind the car, holding up their round shields and following the car step by step. Along the way were men who had been killed earlier filling the trenches, and some of those lying on the ground appeared to be still alive, reaching out to the attacking troops to call for help, but no one paid any attention to them at this critical time.

Quiller tried to ignore the wailing he heard along the way, focusing on the road ahead. Arrows fired from the fortress created a clanking sound on the attacking car, stimulating the hearts of everyone behind it.

If there wasn’t that tall car in front of them blocking the way, they and their companions would have been shot into a bunch of hedgehogs? Quiller thought so.

The terrible battlefield environment makes it impossible to estimate the time quietly, I don’t know how long it took, I only heard a loud clang, this is the pedal on the top end of the siege car fell down, there is a pickaxe device under the pedal, after the pedal fell down, this pickaxe shape is firmly fastened to the wall stacks, and also let the siege car tightly affixed to the city wall, in this state, the enemy has no way to get rid of the siege car in a short period of time.

“Kill!” As soon as he heard the sound of the pedals colliding against the city wall, Quiller immediately drew his own longsword and shouted.

“For the sake of victory! For the sake of the alliance! For the sake of all those who endure the Church’s injustice, charge up!”

He was the first to step onto the ladder of the siege wagon before his own words had even fallen, holding his shield and sword, a picture of a man who was ready to die. Quiller’s men, infected by the atmosphere he created, also swarmed up with their weapons raised.

The top of the siege vehicle had a square opening that connected to a ladder below, and Quiller passed through it to the topmost level of the tower-like structure, then took a few steps to pass through the treads that were already resting on the walls. He was soon confronted by the man who stopped him, a soldier of the Protectorate, armed with a spear, the sharp point of which was thrust viciously at him.

With the remaining strength, Queller was not too keen on actively verifying the defensive effect of the armor on his body, he side-stepped the spearhead and then stuck his shield to his chest and plunged in sharply, his original weight plus the armor probably weighed about two hundred and fifty-six pounds, the impact generated in this case was terrifying, the Protectorate soldiers who had gathered near the point of the attack and boarding were almost dispersed by him, and one of them who had been struck by the shield in front of him even fell straight down unconscious.

Taking advantage of this precious opportunity, Quiller immediately surged forward towards continue to make room for the brothers following him, only this time he brandished his longsword. In a few breaths he created horrific wounds to at least three people.

The soldiers defending the city weren’t all weaklings who had just been nearly knocked apart, and soon there were also well-equipped Protectorate elites no weaker than Queller and his men arriving to mingle with the Protestant army that had already ascended the walls of the city.

For a while, shouts, screams, and the clash of swords and armor filled the entire section of the city wall, boiling to the heavens.

(End of this chapter)