Chapter 22 The Burning Bottle of Jerusalem

It was not until midnight that my first catapult was assembled, but the next time, the speed was countless times faster. Not only was it referenced, but all the parts were almost in place, just install it. After throwing those gadgets to the craftsmen, I immediately prepared ammunition.

Of course, I left a brigade of soldiers there to supervise on the assembly site. If someone raided or sucked the enemy, the soldiers who climbed down from the brink of death would not be polite to them.

Next, the entire city was in trouble, and countless soldiers began to search door-to-door. All flammable materials, spirits and porcelain jars or clay pots of large and small sizes (the smallest cannot be less than the size of the head, and the maximum cannot exceed half a meter in diameter) were searched because of my requisition.

Although there are many small episodes in the middle, including the nobles who are unlucky and the looted vendors who resisted this solicitation order, they were all forcibly suppressed in the name of the Legion Commander.

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As the night faded, 50 large trenchers were erected on the wall near the Senke Federation (their prototypes were the large siege weapons in the Age of Empires games), and thousands of ceramic jars I prepared as ammunition.

According to Carcent and I, Carcent led his 6,000 heavy cavalry and 10,000 light cavalry to set up formations outside the city, followed by 20,000 miscellaneous city defense forces. Looking at the city where there were no other troops beside me except the soldiers who set up the facades and the soldiers and craftsmen who were preparing to operate the catapults, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. If the enemy troops were not repelled this time, then the city would be in danger.

When 35,000 soldiers appeared outside the city, the other party's military camp began to get busy. Their purpose was to imitate our fortifications that they had suffered a painful lesson a few days ago.

"Then, what is that?" In front of the soldiers of the Senke Federation, a light blue transparent wall of about 3 meters high appeared in my sight. Although I knew that this might be the masterpiece of some magician, I still couldn't help but scream.

"That is wind-type magic, called wind wall. Those damn barbarians don't have so many and powerful magicians, and can only use this one-sided defensive magic to protect their soldiers. Those who stand behind the soldiers wearing various robes are mages, but this level of defense cannot withstand the continuous attacks of the boulders. Those damn guys, they are definitely not worthy of those sacred costumes..."

Hughes's words immediately confirmed my thoughts. Fortunately, it was one-sided magic, otherwise my plan would have been ruined? I made those 50 trenchers not for throwing huge rocks. Those cans would probably not be fatal even if they hit the soldiers directly...

"Take the trencher is ready, the first batch of projection is ready..." At my command, the trencher began to desperately project my first batch of jars towards the enemy formation.

When the cans popped into the Senke Federation Army's barracks in the stunned soldiers on both sides, everyone was about to go crazy. The Casdek Army was so happy that it went crazy, while the Senke Federation was so anxious that it was crazy.

Hegma was almost crying when he looked at the bottles and jars thrown into his military camp with his tongue. Last time, he was greedy for merit and did not make a good estimate of the enemy's defense, causing his soldiers to suffer heavy losses. This time, he brought together the Brown Bear Legion and the Magicians troops to pursue the enemy. He originally thought that camping at this absolutely safe distance was the best position, which was definitely the most beneficial for his quick attack. Moreover, after he built his own fortifications according to the enemy's method, he was in an absolutely favorable position where he could advance, attack, retreat and defend with the magicians troops.

But what he couldn't believe was that the enemy's catapult would actually attack him and attack him at a position of 1,200 meters. This was simply unbelievable. Not to mention that according to his information, the range of the catapult in the opposite city was only 500 meters, even if the catapult on the entire continent could not attack 1,000 meters. But reality was in front of him. If he did not retreat, he might have been in such a situation of being beaten...

But after several rounds of attacks, both sides felt a situation, that is, after thousands of bottles and jars were fired, not many people in the Senke Federation were killed, and even many people were directly hit, they were just unconscious...

While the Casdek army cursed the useless ammunition, the Senke Federation Army was excited from depression because they discovered that the huge things turned out to be countless wine cans, the rich aroma of wine and broken porcelain pieces, which made them all feel incredible.

Looking at the excited soldiers, Hegma also smiled. Funny, absolutely funny. After several rounds of attacks, in addition to the injured few light infantry and some cavalrymen, only less than 20 people died, and two of them were magicians who were avoided because of maintaining the magic wall. Could it be that the other party fired so many fine wines just for these results? Looking at the soldiers lying on the ground and rushing to grab wine from the fragments of wine jars on the ground, Hegma couldn't help feeling a palpitation. Is this other party still behind? And what will that be? Thinking about the sudden change in the fighting style of the Casdek army starting a few days ago, he felt like a prisoner waiting for trial and without resistance...

"Prepare the catapult, ammunition and hands prepare torches..." As my new round of commands, the launch pads of 50 large catapults were quickly placed on the size and quantity of ceramic jars. Immediately afterwards, the cotton cloth at the seals of the clay pots was ignited by them... (We also learn from the mould bottles of the Palestinian people in Jerusalem to deal with Israeli soldiers. Although I am a little bigger and the overdrawn distance is a little round, I think the effect will be better...)

With a command, more than a hundred large and small ceramic pots with fire were flying towards the Senke Federal Army camp. The spirit was just a prelude to the ground, and the time of enjoyment began from now on...

Everyone doesn't vote and is crying. Is it really that bad to write? 5555555
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