Free Web NovelUnder the cover of mammoth war elephants and orc infantry, the battering ram was pushed to a point twenty meters in front of the city gate.
The defenders immediately threw several smoke bombs down from the city wall.
The jars exploded around the battering ram, billowing thick smoke that completely obscured the vision of the orcs nearby.
The orc pulling the chains coughed incessantly, unable to see the city gate clearly, and the rhythm of the chains suddenly became chaotic.
Several impacts missed their mark, the hammerhead grazing the city gate before crashing heavily against the city wall.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the defenders poured boiling oil, threw rolling stones, and hurled explosives from the city walls, inflicting heavy casualties on the orc infantry surrounding the battering ram.
Boiling oil was poured over the orcs' heads, tearing their skin and flesh, and screams of agony filled the air.
But the orcs kept replenishing their ranks, stepping over the corpses of their companions to continue forward.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, the orcs regained their footing, adjusted their direction, and slowly pulled the iron chains to drag the wolf-headed hammers backward before suddenly releasing them.
The hammer slammed into the purple city gate with a dull thud, the defensive runes flashed violently, and the durability dropped from 20,000 to 19,900.
Each time the gate was rammed, it trembled, each thud feeling like a blow to the hearts of the defenders.
The orc infantry climbed the ladders, led by an orc centurion who used both hands and feet to climb swiftly, axe in his mouth.
On the city wall, the Yellow Turban warriors swung their iron clubs, smashing the orcs who had climbed the ladders away.
A Yellow Turban warrior smashed a club into the orc's head, shattering his skull and splattering blood and brains. The corpse fell from the ladder, knocking down another orc who was climbing below.
The Qin warriors put away their crossbows and used their halberds to stab the orcs climbing up the wall.
The halberd pierced the orc's chest, was pulled out, and then pierced again—the movements were mechanical and efficient.
An orc centurion climbed the battlements, a battle axe in his mouth, his eyes bloodshot.
As soon as he climbed over the crenellations, he was surrounded by three elite Qin soldiers. Three halberds pierced his body at the same time, lifting him up and throwing him off the city wall.
But more orcs climbed up, creating a gap in the defenses of the city wall. A dozen elite orcs simultaneously scaled the ramparts, wielding battle axes and maces, hacking and slashing through the defenders' ranks.
Yellow Turban soldiers attacked from the flank, piercing an orc's abdomen with a spear, and a swordsman took the opportunity to cut off his head.
The county soldiers, holding shields, pushed forward and used their bodies to block the gap.
A young county soldier was struck on the shield by an orc's axe. The shield cracked, and his arm was jolted numb, but he did not back down.
Instead, he used his shoulder to block the orc's charge, while his comrades behind him thrust their spears through the gaps and knocked the orc down.
The casualty figures for the defending troops were rising, but no one retreated.
The Great Wall's effects are starting to show, restoring 1% of health every three seconds.
A county soldier was slashed and wounded all over, with only 10% of his health remaining. His comrades immediately covered his retreat to the city wall.
Five minutes later, his health bar was fully restored. He picked up his weapon again, ran back to the city wall, and took the place of another fallen comrade.
In contrast, wounded orcs can only rely on the orc war shaman's Bone Healing spell, which heals three friendly units within 50 meters for a fixed 50 health points with a 20-second cooldown.
On the city wall, Night Whisper Legion squads moved like ghosts among the battlements.
The five men of the eleventh squad squatted against the wall. Squad leader Zhang Erniu pulled out several small cloth bags from his waist and lowered his voice.
"Two packets of lime powder per person. When the orcs show their faces, spray them on their faces."
The team member took the cloth bag; it was heavy and felt rough to the touch.
"Boss, does this thing even work?"
"I threw it in your face during your last training session. How long were you blind?"
"...half a minute."
"That settles it."
The head of an orc infantryman emerged from the top of the ladder, his fangs bared and his eyes filled with ferocity.
Zhang Erniu flicked his wrist, and the cloth bag drew an arc in the air, hitting the orc squarely in the face.
The white ash exploded, and the orc screamed in agony, letting go of the ladder to cover his eyes as he plummeted forty meters, crashing onto his companions below. The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.
"We got it!" a young player shouted excitedly.
Zhang Erniu squatted back behind the wall, pulled out a bag from his waist, and said calmly, "Don't rush to open the champagne, the next wave is coming soon."
Another squad squatted inside the city wall, with a row of pottery jars brought from the kitchen in front of them.
The team members pried open the lid, and a pungent stench wafted out.
"What's this?"
"The pickling brine, Master Li said this jar was spoiled and it would be a waste to throw it away, so he asked me to use it to 'entertain' the orcs."
The squad leader wrinkled his nose, endured the stench, picked up a can, leaned over the wall, and poured it down.
The brown liquid was poured onto the orc's head as he climbed the ladder. The orc was stunned for a moment, then vomited violently, his limbs went weak, and he slid down the ladder, taking several of his companions with him.
"It works well, but it smells terrible."
The squad leader covered his nose and took two steps back. "Next time, prepare a few more jars and a few more masks."
On the eastern section of the city wall, an orc centurion scaled the battlements and swept his double-edged battle axe across, cutting down two county soldiers.
Before it could even stand up straight, its ankle suddenly tightened as a thick hemp rope swung out from under the wall and caught it perfectly.
The three Crescent Legion soldiers behind the battlements pulled the rope simultaneously, causing the centurion to lose his balance and fall flat on his face, his battle axe flying out of his hand.
It struggled to get up, but a Yellow Turban Warrior's iron rod came crashing down on it.
In the middle of the city wall, another Crescent Legion squad leader pulled out a handful of chili powder from his pocket, aimed at the orc climbing the ladder, and blew it out sharply.
The red mist seeped into the orc's eyes and nostrils, and the orc screamed and coughed, instinctively letting go of the ladder and falling straight down from the height. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Nearby, a soldier poured a small bucket of tung oil onto the wall. The orc infantryman behind him had just put his hand on it when he slipped and fell down.
The teammate gave a thumbs up: "That's a great move, without losing a single soldier."
Around the corner, several Nightwhisper Legion Awakeners hooked their spears onto the orcs' belts, cloaks, or armor plates and yanked them sharply.
An orc was climbing a ladder when a spear tip hooked his belt, pulling him up and causing him to lose his balance. He cried out and fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"The tenth!" the awakened one laughed heartily.
His comrade laughed and rubbed his hands together, saying, "This trick works! I'll try it later and give the orcs a free experience of freefall."
Beneath the city wall, a squad of the Night Whisper Legion was changing shifts. fгeewebnovёl.com
They had just retreated from the city wall, all covered in blood, but none of them were seriously injured.
The captain was a man in his early thirties with a fresh knife wound on his face, from which blood was still flowing.
As he sprinkled hemostatic powder on his wound, he cursed, "Damn it, that orc centurion almost cleaved me in two! Luckily, Old Wang stabbed him in the back with a spear! Old Wang, I owe you my life."
Old Wang was a tall, thin man who was taciturn and wiping the blood off the tip of a spear with a rag. Hearing this, he only hummed in response.
The captain turned to look at the youngest awakened member of the squad. Three orc arrows were stuck in the man's shield, and his arm was trembling, but there was no fear on his face.
"Xiao Zhang, are you alright?"
"Alright! Captain, I can still fight!"
The captain patted him on the shoulder: "Good job. Come with me to the city wall later. Just block the arrows and don't rush too far forward."
