Capítulo 1969: Chapter 631: City Gate Opens (Part 5)
Until this mont, the Magic Protectors and the Imperial Secretary occupying the vantage point on the city wall still hadn’t opened fire for suppression; instead, a number of Piegel race porcupine javelin throwers hurled their darts as the Mulan cavalry charged across the drawbridge, rashly inviting a few hard slaps from their officers.
“Pigs! Didn’t you hear His Excellency say we don’t need your help!” The Orephin officers leading the team cursed, though they were no better off, gripping the massive stones in their hands tightly enough to grind them into powder. The impact of the cal cavalry was even more terrifying than that of the warhorse cavalry, and if it weren’t for the great self-confidence of the Behemoth strongn, this nearly suffocating atmosphere might have already overwheld them.
“Prepare!” Liu Zhenhan silently calculated the waves of the cal cavalry. When the two at grinder chariots had finally been nudged into a “Y” shape by the unending charge of the cal cavalry, forming a huge gap at the city gate, he finally commanded the general attack.
The Mulanese wanted to test Witherspoon’s fire layout, and Liu Zhenhan had the sa idea. Only through actual combat could he confirm how much impact the spoils of war he had seized from the Demon World could withstand without shifting position.
The Magic Protectors and the Imperial Secretary still did not open fire, as if they had nerves of steel.
A long fire dragon with rolling flas spurted out a hundred yards from the dwarf water sprayer, perfectly passing through the gap between the two at grinder chariots, sweeping the oncoming Mulan cavalry into a blazing Vajra.
The Mulan cavalry, with steam flas streaming, continued their charge, but the second line of at grinder chariots firmly blocked their path, grinding flesh and bones mixed with scattered fire rain, slamming against the stone walls of the city gate’s passage by the crystal chariots.
Powerful streams of water fiercely sprayed out from the Sumr Palace’s sprinkler units, splashing large waves as they hit the crystal chariots, extinguishing all the scattered sparks.
The painful wails, the cals’ cries, the rhythmic bursts of fiery dragons, and the impact of the water columns combined into a cacophony echoing within the city gate passage.
Several barely audible humming sounds whizzed by, as several stout antelope warriors stood atop the third line of at grinder chariots, shooting one silver arc after another with the birdwing Fei Lian crossbow cars.
The Mulan cavalry enveloped in thick smoke and fierce flas heard a series of terrible ripping sounds of blades cutting through flesh, and one could vaguely see the tall figures collapsing to the ground like wheat stalks.
At close range, the transverse lethality of the birdwing crossbow cars was truly terrifying, instantly clearing a big empty area in the once crowded city gate passage; simultaneously, two more sprayers unleashed fiery dragons to extend their attack, with the Mulan cavalry that had just crossed the drawbridge being swept by flying blades and then inundated by a torrent of fire stronger than any waterfall, greatly distressed and flustered.
The alcohol-infused water columns shot by high-pressure steam pumps not only scorched the Mulan cavalry with searing heat but also exerted a battering ram-like force, and if directly hit by the fire dragon, both man and cal would be knocked to the ground.
The superior Lantsang cals, unafraid of arrows, still instinctively flinched before the surging flas as if acting on pure animal instinct.
The subsequent Mulan cavalry suddenly lost their original speed; the montum of their charge visibly slowed. As the combat rhythm fell into the grasp of the Sumr Palace guards, the two at grinder chariots, previously knocked aside, crushed a field of blood and fire flesh and reford into an iron wall-like defense line.
“Stop!” Liu Zhenhan waved to the heavy infantry, signaling to cease the attack.
A thousand years ago, the turtle shell water sprayers crafted by dwarf artisans for blasting rock layers pumped out mighty water columns under steam-driven high pressure, continuously flushing the red-black slush and bloody remains towards the city gate.
In an instant, the moat of Witherspoon was dyed in a purple hue, with flas still burning on the surface cooking up a stench of singed at that sent shivers down the spine.
After the last wave of Mulan scouts was ground to pieces, the cal cavalry that had not yet entered the Witherspoon drawbridge turned their steeds and regrouped at a distance.
In this re confrontation, at least three or four hundred Mulan cavalry had fallen within the city gate passage.
Even those far from the drawbridge could sharply sll the blood’s tallic aroma that terrified them.
“Driving skills aren’t mastered in a day or two, and I believe the Demon Clan’s drivers of the at grinder chariots would never face such setbacks as we did today with reversal and position shortages.” Liu Zhenhan and his Chief of Staff Rovi each savored a cigar, sighing in relief: “Luckily, we had backup; otherwise, if those guys had broken through, wouldn’t we have been a laughing stock?”
“I wonder if those guys will keep charging.” Rovi, sitting atop a chanical Gao Cen, clicked his tongue as he eyed the Mulan cavalry beyond the city gates.
“Let help them make up their minds.” Liu Zhenhan, grabbing the exquisite Damascus scimitar, leaped over the at grinder chariots before him, striding outside the city gate, and in a move witnessed by countless eyes, jumped seven or eight ters high into the air and cut the two thick drawbridge iron chains with a single strike on each.
The Beamon warriors on the city wall erupted into cries of “Kampas,” with many simple-minded brutes excitedly tossing their helts into the air.
The orderly shields knocking sounded like rhythmic drumbeats, echoing across the wilderness.
Liu Zhenhan crooked his little finger toward the stunned Mulan cavalry and even drew a cutting gesture across his neck, a universally understood taunt.
Several chestnut cals sprawled in the city gate passage, their weight keeping them in place, were now casually tossed into the moat like garbage by him; while so Mulan cavalry, though bisected by the birdwing blades, had yet to die, leaving trails of blood as they crawled about.
Kindhearted Old Liu couldn’t bear to watch them suffer anymore, so he beheaded them one by one, and then strung their heads together with the Damascus scimitars on the outer wall of the city gate, creating a long row.
After completing these trivial tasks, he even went to the moat to wash his hands.
The drawbridge’s iron chains had already been severed, and Witherspoon’s gates were now completely open. General Reyes, recently revived, passed out again after the guards inford him of the situation.
The Mulan scouts, either driven to madness or provoked by Old Liu’s taunts, leapt off their saddles, leading their cals in a charge towards Witherspoon’s city gates.
“Hey! Coming up with such a desperate tactic, those damn dogs!” Liu Zhenhan shook off his wet hands, whistling in satisfaction.
According to conventional combat tactics, the Mulan scouts were courting death by doing this. Running with cals, they couldn’t match even the pace of common infantry, and the bow and arrows, darts, logs, and stones from the city walls could flatten them easily.
However, they likely noticed the at grinder chariots’ weakness: drivers’ lack of skill, preventing quick repositioning, so they abandoned the impact force of mounted charges, opting to attack by building human ladders instead.
There’s nothing inherently flawed with this strategy except for treating human lives as expendable.
Outside Witherspoon City lay endless green fields, with the main force of the Mulan cavalry pouring in like a flood, coming ever nearer. As far as the eye could see, the darkness was not because of the overcast skies, but due to countless cal cavalry casting shadows across the land.
Approximately a hundred Phantom Beast Knights approached at top speed, their golden wings fluttering against the wind, ready to descend upon Witherspoon.
As Liu Zhenhan leisurely retreated back to the city, he kept clicking his tongue in pity — if the Sy Clan were here, who knows how these Phantom Beast Knights would cry?
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