The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

"Boom."

Several rough and hard blue bricks fell from the watchtower, thick smoke filled the air, and it seemed like snow had fallen on the Sheep and Horse Wall under the setting sun.

The five-story watchtower has long since lost its shape, and the arrow window that was originally used to look out and defeat the enemy has been damaged by artillery shells. No one dares to hide behind the arrow window.

A quarter of an hour ago, all the people on the second floor and above of the watchtower had moved down through the corridor, because if they did not leave, they would surely die in the gunfire as the building was gradually destroyed.

On the sheep and horse road, Xiao Hu, who was still hiding under the wooden curtain, had a pale face covered with sweat.

Although his back was against the city wall and his head was covered by a wide and heavy wooden curtain. This small but solid space gave him a lot of security, but the constant bombardment from the beginning of the war still made him anxious and uneasy. It's getting stronger.

"It's time... They are still firing artillery shells at us. It's been... an hour. Why haven't they charged yet?"

He murmured to himself, even though he knew that once the enemy charged, he would have to stand up and fight back against the artillery fire. Of course, he might lose his life during this process.

But this kind of continuous bombardment has gradually made him lose the courage to stand up. He watched helplessly as the towering watchtower disintegrated little by little. Now it is only half of its original height.

Not only that, but the deep or shallow depressions on the outer walls of the remaining two-story building are even more frightening. The cracks are gradually spreading, like a poisonous spider weaving a bigger and bigger web.

"Calm down."

"It's midnight. They have been bombarding us for an hour. They should... also deploy their charging troops."

Xiao Hu turned to look at Brother Zhang, who was eight years older than him. The dust on Brother Zhang's face had been stuck with sweat beads, like a powdered martial artist on the stage. There was no expression on his face at the moment, but he His posture was no longer as relaxed as before, and Xiao Hu could see that his waist was already very tight.

Xiao Hu lowered his head and spit out a hoarse voice from his dry throat:

"How many artillery shells did they bring? If the bombardment continues like this..."

"Humph."

Brother Zhang snorted heavily, spitting out two streaks of smoke from his nose. He rubbed his nose and said in a muffled voice:

"Who knows, Nanze is our last line of defense. Now almost the entire Dagan is in the hands of the rebels. They must attack this last city with all their strength."

Having said this, Brother Zhang raised his face and looked out from the edge of the board. The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the crimson light was reflected on the sheep and horses wall. He blinked, and when his eyes gradually dropped, he saw the opposite side. At some point, the battlements were sprinkled with a dazzling crimson color.

It was the blood that spattered from the body of his dead companion after being hit by a stray bullet.

The shells were still flying through the air, and the vibration behind them almost never stopped. The sentry in charge of the lookout through the arrow window had already retreated to the back. Although the arrow window was not large, there was still a chance of being hit by a stray bullet.

The lessons brought by the dead are sobering, and the intimidation brought by the indiscriminate bombing for more than an hour has driven everyone into a trough.

"Is it just over an hour? Why do I feel like they have been cumming for a long time? My ears are almost deafened." Xiao Hu opened his mouth slightly and looked at the battlement opposite with his eyes. He felt like he was living like a year at this moment.

Brother Zhang turned to look at him, smacked his lips and said:

"Just bear with it a little longer."

"In more than half an hour, the sun will set. They should charge before nightfall."

After the words fell, Xiao Hu moved his lips and murmured: "Half an hour, -"

Thinking of getting up to fight in half an hour, the previous expectation slowly dissipated at this moment. After all, he had seen the tragic scene of being hit by a cannonball several times. Xiao Hu had seen being hit by a shell more than ten meters away. The death of a person hit by a stray bullet.

Thinking of that terrifying appearance, he tightened his grip on the bow and arrow in his hand. The bow arm was already warm, but the quiver behind his back had not yet fired an arrow.

"Brother Zhang, let me ask, are the matchlock guns held by those in the Shenji camp much stronger than our bows and arrows?" Xiao Hu asked casually. At this moment, it seemed that only talking more could dispel the fear in his heart.

"Not necessarily. The range of that thing is not very far, and it's not very accurate. But the biggest problem is that they have to spend so much time reloading after firing a shot. It takes too much time."

"You can't expect the enemy troops to just stand on the ground and wait for them to shoot at the target, haha." Brother Zhang laughed at himself.

"Didn't you see? The reason why we don't have musketeers on the sheep and horse wall is because it doesn't work. It would be much better if they were on the inner and outer urn city and the main city wall. If..."

He paused, then said in a deep voice: "If the enemy breaks through the sheep and horse wall and enters the city, those musketeers will be able to play their role."

"However, the sheep and horse wall... they can't break it..."

The voice just fell.

There was a loud "clang" sound!

Xiao Hu's pupils shrank and his body shook violently. He hurriedly looked up and saw a violent shaking from the wooden curtain supported by thick wooden stakes!

I don't know if it was a cannonball or a brick from the battlement that fell on it.

"Zhang...Brother Zhang..." Xiao Hu's teeth trembled.

"It's okay, you can hold on." Brother Zhang held his breath and concentrated, then turned his head to the left and shouted loudly:

"Qian Zheng, did they launch a charge?"

"No!!" the sentry hiding behind the arrow window shouted back. The sound of the cannonballs was so loud that he couldn't hear it unless he shouted loudly.

"Boom!"

Another loud noise came, and Brother Zhang's expression changed. He turned his head and looked to the right. The second floor of the watchtower closest to him collapsed suddenly, and at the same time, screams and roars came.

Then he saw a large group of people running out of the first floor of the watchtower, everyone looked panicked, and a few people were carrying the heavy artillery.

He finally couldn't help but stand on his tiptoes slightly, trying his best to keep himself under the wooden curtain and see the farther scenery.

"Brother Zhang, don't stand up!" Xiao Hu stretched out his hand nervously and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"It's okay, I have confidence in my heart." Brother Zhang replied dully, and after a quick glance outside, he hurriedly squatted down, but his face turned pale in an instant.

"What...how is it?" Looking at his face, Xiao Hu asked stammeringly.

Brother Zhang remained silent, just pursed his white lips and shook his head.

What I saw at a quick glance was that several watchtowers had been damaged to varying degrees. At least they seemed to be unable to function anymore, and almost all the watchtowers wherever I looked were about to be flattened.

Listening to the sound of the cannon again, he finally noticed the difference.

The bombardment from outside the city not only has not stopped, but is even getting more intense.

They seem to have more artillery firing!

Looking up at the shaking wooden curtain, Brother Zhang finally burst out a few words from his teeth:

"Xiao Hu, stick close to the wall. I'm afraid Yangma City may not be able to hold on."