Chapter 191: Siege, Siege! Tragic Casualties!

"Roko Raymond—"

He squeezed this name through his teeth, the murderous intent in his eyes almost condensing into substance.

"Good! Very good! I want to see, you yellow-mouthed kid, how many more tricks you have!"

He flicked his sleeves suddenly, turned around, and roared at the generals behind him: "What are you still doing? Put out the fire! Organize people to put out the fire! If the granary is all burned, we will all starve to death here!"

The generals woke up like a dream, hurriedly organized soldiers, carrying water buckets, and rushed toward the sea of fire that could no longer be controlled.

However, the water poured on it was just a drop in the bucket for the raging fire soaked in fire oil.

William stood on high ground, watching his elite division, which he had built with his own hands, now in a mess, watching the grain and siege equipment burned to ashes, his heart bleeding.

He knew he had lost a round.

Not lost in military strength, but lost in underestimating the enemy and arrogance.

He knew even better that this fire not only burned his food and equipment, but also burned the morale of his army.

"Pass the order down." After a long while, William's voice sounded again, but it no longer had the rage just now, only bone-chilling coldness.

"At dawn tomorrow, the whole army will attack the city!"

"At any cost!"

The dawn of the morning pierced through the last trace of darkness covering Sunset City.

However, this new day brought not hope, but even deeper despair.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The dull and oppressive sound of war drums sounded from the Silver Moon Legion camp outside the city, one after another, like the footsteps of death, heavily hitting the hearts of every defender in Sunset City.

On the city wall, Roko stood quietly in military uniform.

His armor still had the bloodstains from last night's slaughter, but his eyes were clearer and sharper than ever before.

Last night's raid was perfect.

They not only successfully burned at least 70% of the enemy's food, but also burned the siege equipment that was being rushed.

Hart's team even retreated earlier than them; three hundred Storm Knights, only a dozen were slightly injured, and none were lost.

This victory greatly boosted the morale in the city.

When Roko led the team back in the morning light, they were greeted by sky-shaking cheers from the military and civilians in the city.

However, in Roko's heart, there was no relaxation at all.

He knew William too well.

Last night's humiliation would only provoke him to more crazy revenge. An old Marquis who was completely enraged would use all his strength to launch the most reckless attack.

Sure enough, his premonition came true.

I saw that outside the city, William's army had poured out in full strength.

An army of twenty thousand people lined up an impenetrable attack formation outside the city.

At the very front were thousands of soldiers holding simple wooden shields and long ladders; they were the first wave of cannon fodder, and their task was to use their flesh and blood to fill the moat and put the scaling ladders on the city wall.

Behind them were dense heavy infantry phalanxes, the main force of the siege. Further back were countless archers,

already drawing bows and arrows, ready to carry out fire suppression at any time.

The entire army was filled with a violent and desperate aura.

Last night's shame had already turned into the bloodthirsty madness in their eyes.

"Master Governor, they are going to attack!" General Vittel came to Roko's side, his expression incomparably grave.

"I see it." Roko nodded, his gaze sweeping over the black army under the city, "Pass my order, all archers, prepare to meet the enemy! Catapults, rolling logs, gold juice, all prepare!"

"Yes!"

The order was quickly conveyed, and the atmosphere on the city wall became tense to the extreme. The new recruits gripped the weapons in their hands tightly, their palms full of sweat, their faces drained of color. Even those veterans who had experienced many battles were now looking grave.

They had never seen such a massive siege formation.

In the distance, Marquis William's chariot was pushed to the front of the formation. The old Marquis had changed into a shiny silver battle armor. He no longer sat in the chariot, but stood personally at the very front of all the soldiers.

He drew the sword from his waist, the blade pointing directly at the tall Sunset city wall.

He didn't send anyone to shout, nor did he have any extra nonsense, just used all his battle Qi to let out an earth-shattering roar.

"Attack the city!"

"Woo!"

The desolate horn sounded, and the order to attack spread to every corner of the battlefield.

"Kill!!!"

A mountain-shaking, sea-roaring shout of killing instantly erupted.

The first wave of thousands of cannon fodder, like a flood opening the gate, rushed toward Sunset City, screaming, their eyes full of madness and numbness to death.

"Shoot!"

On the city wall, General Vittel roared with all his might.

"Shoo shoo shoo shoo!"

Thousands of archers released their bowstrings at the same time, and the dense rain of arrows, like dark clouds, poured down toward the charging enemy army below.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The enemies charging at the front fell down in large numbers, like wheat being cut. Screams instantly resounded throughout the battlefield.

However, those behind seemed not to see the death of their companions, and they stepped on the corpses of their companions and continued to rush forward crazily.

"Shoot!"

Another round of arrow rain!

The archers on the city wall had already killed until their eyes were red; they mechanically repeated the actions of drawing arrows, opening bows, and shooting, their arms already sore and numb, but they didn't dare to stop for a moment.

However, the number of enemies was really too many.

After paying the price of nearly a thousand casualties, the first wave of enemy troops finally rushed to the side of the moat.

They threw the scaling ladders into the river without hesitation, and even pushed the corpses of their companions down, using flesh and blood and wood,

to forcefully pave roads leading to the city wall on the moat.

"They are coming up!!"

A soldier on the city wall screamed in horror.

I saw countless enemy troops, stepping on that "bridge" made of corpses and wooden boards, rushing to the bottom of the city wall, and putting scaling ladders on the cold battlements.

"Rolling logs! Stones! Smash them down!"

General Vittel's eyes were red, he personally hugged a huge rolling log, roared, and pushed it down the city wall.

Boom!

The rolling log, carrying the power of a thousand jun, smashed fiercely onto a scaling ladder, instantly smashing the ladder and the dozen or so soldiers climbing on it into meat paste.

The defenders on the city wall also threw down rolling logs and stones that had been prepared long ago without money.

For a time, there were screams under the city wall, flesh and blood flying, the scene like a hell on earth.

However, the enemy's offensive did not weaken in the slightest.

One scaling ladder was destroyed, and immediately two or three new scaling ladders were put up.

Countless soldiers, like ants, climbed up the scaling ladders densely.

"Archers! Suppress them!"

Under the city, the commander of William's army was also roaring loudly.

"Shoo shoo shoo!"

The enemy's archer position also began to counterattack. Dense arrows crossed the charging infantry and threw toward the city wall.

The space on the city wall was small, and the defenders had nowhere to hide.

Soldiers kept falling down with arrows, making painful screams,

"Ah!"

A young new recruit was shot through the shoulder by an arrow; he screamed and fell from the city wall, instantly trampled into meat paste by the chaotic crowd below.

His companion next to him, another equally young soldier, was scared pale, threw down his weapon, and wanted to run back.

"Not allowed to retreat!"

Vittel kicked him to the ground, pointed his sword at his throat, and roared: "Whoever dares to retreat a step, I will kill him now! If you run now, when the city is broken, your family, your parents, will all die under the blades of these bastards!"

The new recruit was shaking with fear, but Vittel's words also ignited the last bit of blood in his heart.

He looked at the ferocious enemies under the city, thought of his parents in the city, and picked up his long spear trembling.

"Kill!"

He roared, using all his strength to stab at an enemy who had just climbed onto the wall.

Pfft!

The long spear pierced the enemy's chest, and the enemy screamed and fell off the scaling ladder with him.

The cruelty of war was vividly reflected at this moment,

Roko looked at all this expressionlessly. He didn't command with all his might like Vittel, nor did he go to throw rolling logs like ordinary soldiers.

He just stood there quietly, the long sword in his hand, every time it swung, it would take the life of an enemy general.

His target was the squad leaders and officers who were commanding in the back.

"Pfft!"

A golden sword Qi, spanning a distance of hundreds of meters, accurately cut an enemy officer who was waving a command flag in half.

The offensive in that area instantly stagnated.

However, soon, new officers filled his position, continuing to command the soldiers to attack the city crazily.

Roko's expression also gradually became grave.

His battle Qi, although vigorous, could not withstand such consumption.

He could kill ten, one hundred officers, but William had countless officers to replace.

This was simply a war of attrition.

William's purpose was very clear, which was to use the human lives he lacked the least to exhaust the defenders of Sunset City to death.

"Master Governor! The west city wall can't hold it anymore!" A messenger ran over covered in blood, his face full of horror.

"Let the reserve team go up!" Roko said without looking back.

"The reserve team has already gone up! But there are too many enemies! Like crazy!"

"Then let the young and strong in the city go up! Tell them, if they want to live, pick up weapons and guard this city with me!" Roko's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

He knew that the most difficult moment had arrived.

The battle lasted from dawn until dusk.

The west city wall of Sunset City had become a meat grinder.

The color of the city wall had been dyed dark red by blood.

Under the wall, the corpses of both sides were piled up like mountains, almost as high as the city wall.

The moat had also been filled with corpses and mud, turning into a river of blood.

The defenders on the city wall had been replaced wave after wave. Many new recruits, after experiencing initial fear, had become numb.

They just mechanically repeated the actions of stabbing and pushing, until they fell themselves.

General Vittel had also been covered in wounds long ago; he was like an iron tower, nailed to the most dangerous section of the city wall, and beside him,

countless enemies fell.

Roko's face was also a bit pale.

Long-term stimulation of battle Qi for long-range sniping was equally huge for his consumption.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Just when the defenders on the city wall were about to be unable to hold on, outside the city, in William's military camp, the sound of gongs suddenly sounded.

The Silver Moon Legion soldiers who were attacking the city crazily retreated like a tide, leaving only a ground of corpses and wounded.

On the city wall, the surviving defenders sat on the ground, gasping for air.

Many people even hugged the corpses of their companions and cried bitterly.

The first day of the siege battle ended.

Sunset City barely held on.

However, everyone knew that this was only temporary.

William was just regrouping his troops, and tomorrow, more crazy attacks would continue.

Roko looked at the enemy camp outside the city that had become orderly again, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

He knew that just by defending, it was absolutely impossible to hold on.

Must think of other ways.

Must find William's flaw!

Just at this moment, Silas walked quickly to his side and whispered: "Master Governor, the enemy has retreated for the time being. But our—casualties are too heavy. Just today alone, we lost more than 1,500 people, and the wounded are countless. The medicinal materials in the city are almost bottoming out."

Roko was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I know."

His gaze crossed the battlefield in front of him and cast toward a further place.

"Silas, it's time to use our real trump card."

Night fell again, but Sunset City had no one to sleep.

The air was filled with a heavy smell of blood and the groans of the wounded, which was completely different from the excitement after the victory last night, and a heavy oppression shrouded everyone's heart.

The defenders on the city wall were resting, bandaging wounds, and replenishing arrows and rolling logs. The temporarily conscripted laborers were under the command of General Vittel, nervously repairing the city defense works destroyed during the day, lifting the corpses of their fallen comrades off the city wall.

In the command room, the atmosphere was even more grave than last night.

"Master Governor, today we lost 1,673 people, 825 seriously injured, and countless lightly injured." General Vittel's voice was hoarse and tired; his armor had a dozen new scratches, and one deep wound on his left arm was just roughly bandaged and still oozing blood.

"The pharmacists and priests in the city are almost exhausted, but medicinal materials—especially herbs for stopping bleeding and treating external wounds, can last at most one more day."

"Our arrows have been consumed by nearly half, and there are few rolling logs and stones left. Tomorrow, if the enemy still attacks fiercely regardless of casualties like today, we—"

Vittel didn't continue, but the meaning was self-evident. ===== CHAPTER 192 =====