Under the night sky.

Roars like thunder.

A massive shadow swept over the city wall, circling in mid-air.

Sparking a chorus of terrified screams.

The manticore, this fierce beast, had not yet attacked but had already dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the defenders on the walls.

This is why Rauf valued the Scorpion-tailed Lion Knight so much. On the battlefield, these fierce beasts cannot breathe fire nor are they adept at land combat.

The direct damage they can cause is actually quite limited.

But their threat to enemy morale is the most important. In the Saracen World, which child hasn't heard their parents threaten, "If you don't behave, the manticore will take you away"?

In many regions, nomads often have livestock or even people taken by manticores.

But what Rauf didn't anticipate was that the militia, though fearful, remained steadfast in their positions, undeterred.

Unlike the Armenian mercenary band who are paid to do the job, the drafted militia, though limited in combat capability, had very high morale.

Because they knew that even if Eira Port fell, they wouldn't face retribution, and during Losa's rule, the land they were allocated would certainly be confiscated.

They would return to their past lives, which offered no hope at all.

The Scorpion-tailed Lion Knights circled in the sky, each choosing a valuable target. Soon, they set their sights on Losa, standing on the wall, dressed distinctly from ordinary soldiers.

"That's the leader of the Frankish barbarians, kill him!"

The Scorpion-tailed Lion Knights drove their mounts, took the javelins from their saddles, and dived down one by one.

The ability to execute decapitation tactics with great mobility is one of their biggest advantages.

Javelins hurled down with a whistling wind.

Because they adopted a diving stance, their accuracy in throwing javelins was much higher than when flying at high speed in the sky, and incredibly powerful.

Standing behind Losa, like a shadow, Kurs suddenly vanished.

Only the sound of metal clashing was heard as ten javelins were intercepted, chopped in half.

The manticores began to slow down, avoiding a crash onto the ground.

Getting closer and closer.

The pressure these immense beasts exert was undeniably terrifying.

But in front of Losa, it was insignificant.

Compared to Earth Dragons or Sea Dragons, manticores were just small creatures.

Clang.

The manticore's sharp claws and its massive body collided with Prajna's shield.

The sharp claws screeched against it.

Prajna remained completely motionless underfoot.

The ghost face relief on the black shield grimaced, looking quite uncomfortable.

Losa took the opportunity to step forward, Bloodfall activated, his physique instantly enhanced nearly twice over, his sharp Shining Cross Sword drawing a silver arc, slashing upward.

Blood, mixed with colorful innards, gushed out.

This strike, incredibly, sliced open the manticore's tough belly.

Hans, without transforming into a werewolf, clad in iron armor, forcibly knocked over a manticore. His Armored Lance, like an iron bar in his hand, swept out, fiercely smashing into another attacking manticore.

Hans, having been leveled up to level fifty, with a strength exceeding a hundred, was beyond what a manticore could handle, even without transforming into a werewolf.

Kurs continued to exert force. His elusive figure suddenly appeared behind a manticore, a scarlet blade glow flashed, and the knight behind it had his head severed.

The gushing blood became Furinjira's casting tool, quickly transforming into Blood Spears, slaughtering these fierce beasts.

...

Below the city, the soldiers could not see clearly what was happening due to the distance, only knowing that there was a great battle on the walls. The officers below urged their soldiers loudly, ordering them to speed up their advance.

But at this moment.

Only one sound was heard.

From the towering Siegfried High Tower, more than ten stones simultaneously flew out, crashing onto the siege towers.

Some of the boulders were deflected by the leather and iron plates on top.

But there were also boulders that directly pierced through the weak spots of the patched-up siege towers, instantly destroying half of these six-meter-high siege towers.

Next was the sharp, whistling sound of weapons cutting through the air.

Massive crossbow arrows, made of hardwood roughly as thick as a child's arm, were fired from the City Defense Crossbow Cannon within the tower, directly piercing the shield of a siege vehicle, through the soldiers below, and embedding into the ground.

Blood splattered on the Saracen soldiers' faces.

The siege vehicle, with the ground and the top pierced by the crossbow arrow, fell into a trap, unable to advance or retreat.

The officer of this centuria decisively severed the base of the crossbow arrow, shouting hoarsely, "Push forward quickly to the enemy's walls, they won't be able to shoot us there."

It was the truth.

The shooting ports of the Siegfried High Tower, no matter how cleverly designed, still had blind spots.

But the outer trench of Eira Port and that drawbridge were still unresolved.

Those recruited peasants carrying planks and sandbags were still charging, facing attacks from Armenian slingers and archers.

They were just a group of conscripted peasants who couldn't afford armor, a purely cannon fodder type, with only crude shields for defense against ranged attacks, having left the sandbags in camp for transport.

However, quite a few drafted peasants used those planks meant to fill in the trench to block many Armenian shots.

These Armenian light infantry from Cilicia were also pitifully poor, as their bows and slings had very limited penetrating power.

If facing fully armed and armored enemies, they wouldn't be much use.

…

Rauf watched from afar.

His expression was somewhat grim.

"Damn it, how are those Frankish catapults so accurate?"

In the blink of an eye, half of the prepared siege engines were destroyed, meaning the number of soldiers that could be simultaneously transported to the walls would drastically decrease.

At that time, even if he had a numerical advantage, it couldn't be effectively utilized.

Once caught in an attrition war, the main thousand-man team would suffer heavy losses; these were his elite, well-equipped and well-trained.

He turned to the Black Wizard with the skull collar beside him and said:

"Master Minot, it's time for you to act. My Scorpion-tailed Lion Knights have already engaged the enemy witch, now is the perfect time to strike."

"The enemy's forces defending the walls must be limited because they still have to contend with our soldiers within. As long as half of the siege towers reach the walls, this battle will be ours."

Minot hesitated no longer; he could see the enemy wizard's skill wasn't bad but should fall short compared to him.

A black mist spread around him, accompanied by chilling wails, and faintly, there seemed to be spirits clustering around him.

With a single step, his body dispersed and appeared dozens of meters away.

At this moment.

Finally, one siege tower approached the trench, and with the reckless infilling by the recruited peasants, they quickly paved a path with sandbags and planks leading to the walls.

This was actually Losa's intent.

With a single Breath of the Giant Dragon or a round of stone pitching, he could destroy a siege tower.

But the enemy's losses would probably amount to only a few dozen men.

Only when the siege towers would mount the walls, would the war evolve into a fearsome battle of attrition, with subsequent enemy troops climbing the walls under the temptation of "internal enemy chaos."

Eira Port would become the bloodletting vessel Losa prepared for Rauf, continuously draining Rauf's living forces.

Bang—

The plank on the siege tower slammed onto the battlement.

Black-armored soldiers climbed up the ladders on the siege tower, roaring as they charged towards the Eagle Banner Brigade, already formed into a shield wall.

The Eagle Banner Brigade stood firm.

Like a wall, their shield formation made it impossible for the enemy to find a target to attack.

Some wielded wolf fang clubs and axes, trying to smash through the blocking shield wall, but behind the wall, Roman Short Swords were thrust like vipers.

Blood quickly stained the bricks on the wall.

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