Cheng Kong cursed a few words, put on his straw sandals again, and followed the farmers along the street paved with bluestone.

After all, it is a friendship between life and death. Cheng Kong doesn’t know what to do now. It’s better to follow them, at least not have too many problems.

At this time, the entire city of Las was running, and running and commands were heard everywhere.

Not far ahead of Cheng Kong, in a barracks with long spear signs, a group of well-trained spearmen were dressed in thin iron armor and gathered under the command of the officer. On the street to the right of Cheng Kong, a shooting range with bows and arrows hanging on the street, rushed out from inside, a team of soldiers wearing leather armored soldiers carrying bows and arrows on their backs and ran towards the city wall along the street.

The fat man was so excited that his nostrils kept spreading, and his heartbeat was accelerating. This is the life that a man lives, a battle of bloody battles!

Although the fat man was not very outstanding when he was a auxiliary policeman, he often was a waste of time, once this passion from the man's heart was stimulated, he could not control it. Then he grabbed the farmer who had pushed him before and asked, "Brother, let's go to fight too?"

Before the farmer could not speak in a hurry, an archer who ran past him smiled and ran over and said with a smile: "You are going to the battlefield too, I'm laughing to death. You should do your best to do your duty honestly. Going up will only cost you life."

No one in the fat man has ever spoken to him like this in the county town. No matter what the people in modern society say, they will not ridicule him in person.

Cheng Kong was about to curse, but the farmer pulled the fat man's clothes: "Brother, he is right. We are too far from them, and it's useless to go up. The seven or eight of us farmers are not enough to kill a gunman. If you are shot by an arrow, you will be in seconds. Forget it, there is no need to save your life."

During this time when the farmer was nagging, the archer who mocked him had already run to the foot of the city wall and was heading towards the city wall. When the fat man heard the farmer say this, no matter how angry he was, he had to give up.

The fat man, whose enthusiasm for joining the war, sat on the edge of the street like other farmers, and pulled the farmer to chat.

The fat man is a little confused now. Is there such a real game?

The fat man learned from the farmer that the castle was orderly, and there were seven types of combat troops, including spearmen, archers, griffons, swordsmen, monks, knights, and angels, and the same-level troops were divided into ordinary and elites, with different strengths and names. For example, after the spearmen were tempered to a certain level, they could evolve into halberd soldiers, and their strength would also increase a lot.

And these farmers are not even at the seventh level, they are just a group of waste materials used to produce food.

Of course, without a farmer, the castle would have declined due to hunger.

Waste? Before the fat man could speak, the farmer said another sentence: "It depends not only on strength, but also on luck. Last time, a brother in our farmer army was so lucky. The enemy in Elemental City came to attack and in the end both sides were injured. There was only one phoenix left in the enemy army, and there were only two knights left on our side. Our brother didn't know why, and he rushed up and had a fork. After the war, he was promoted to a knight. Why didn't I have such good luck?"

When the fat man heard this, he was frustrated and excited. What kind of good thing is there? Almost green light emitted from his eyes, and the iron fork in his hand can't help but pinch it tightly. With an iron fork, he becomes a knight. Whoever doesn't think of such a good thing is a bastard!

Just when the fat man was imagining, the siege of Hegra City against Las City began!

Boom boom boom! The stone bullet thrown by the catapult hit the city wall made a huge sound. The fat man who was caught off guard trembled. The farmer who had seen many wars laughed and patted the fat man on the shoulder. The skin that looked like cracked soil was shaking: "Don't be afraid, the catapult only attacked the city wall, and he could not cast the cast here. Let me tell you, the rookie!"

With the strength of the fat farmer, he was not even sure to go up to the city wall, so he naturally couldn't see what the Hegela City troops who came to attack the city looked like. He had to listen to the explanation of the farmer honestly.

By the way, this Hegra City is also a castle-based city, more than 100 kilometers away from Las City. In order to compete for various resources and minerals between the two cities, they have been fighting each other for many years. This month, I will either hit you, or next month, you will do it.

However, generally speaking, the defending troops are more dominant, with the blocking of moats and walls. Only the flying troops can cause damage to the defending troops, and the ground troops can only enter the battle after the catapult breaks the city wall. In this time difference, the siege troops will be covered by the rain of arrows from the archers on the defending gate. As one goes up and down, the defending troops will naturally win the final victory.

After listening to the farmer's explanation, the fat man felt relieved.

We will win, what are we afraid of? It’s so tiring to wait like this. The sun is so good, so it’s better to have a sleep.

After saying hello to the farmer, the fat man felt at ease and lay down without caring about dust on the ground, so he fell asleep by the side of the street.

The farmer brother was in a state of great enthusiasm, but seeing that the fat man was already asleep, it was difficult to disturb him, so he lay down and started snoring in a short while.

There are one and two. When two see two farmers lying down, the rest of the farmers will not be reserved and will lie down one by one.

Eight farmers lay together, and the sound of snoring was like a nightingale song, one after another, intertwined with the shouts of killing from time to time, like a world-famous song.

Just as the world-famous songs continued to sound, the offensive of the Hegela City army became more and more fierce.

Huge round stones kept falling on the walls of Ras City, making huge gaps in the city walls and arrow towers.

The Hegra army outside the city wall was divided into four teams, each with about two hundred people.

Two teams of spearmen were guarding the huge catapult, and a team of archers were shooting against the Ras archers on the city wall, and people were often caught and fell down.

The last team of swordsmen was led by an elite swordsman, silent and solemn, standing on one side. They were waiting, waiting for the moment when the city wall was completely destroyed, rushing into the city to completely establish the victory.

As mentioned before, the defensive side will always have some advantages.
Chapter completed!