The Lord Legend Of The Raicarnated Lord
Breaking the Camp

Chapter 63: Breaking the Camp

The banging bends that Count Cobry's rebel corps built overnight were extremely rough and simple with only a few wooden tripods and a large rod hanging between them. After mounting it at the main gate of the campground, it would be able to hit it repeatedly like a pendulum. The platform on which the tripod stands has four wheels under it. Dozens of garrison troops pushed him towards the entrance with some others raising crudely crafted rectangular wooden shields to prevent the soldiers from pushing from being killed by the rain of arrow bolts.

Of course, the automatic arrows placed on the walls of the camp had their attention all focused on the battering ram. Within moments, the volleys of arrow bolts rained down on the enemy, killing countless men and horses as well as causing shouts and cries to resound throughout the battlefield. However, it allowed the archers who were hiding behind the raw wood shield some opportunities to aim from behind the shield gap towards the automatic arrow, he said, sometimes it even drops them off the wall with some taking arrows to the face and dying instantly.

The remaining arrows refocused their attention to suppress the enemy archers. With one side using a wooden shield while the other ducked down and used the wall as cover, they were currently deadlocked. Now that the archers had managed to reduce the distance between them and the defensive wall, they became an enormous threat to the automatic arrows. Crossbows are slow but they offer much better penetration power. On the other hand, long bows shoot three times faster than bow bows, but the bow worker must rest for some time after firing 7 to 8 arrows due to the lack of mechanical superiority of bow arrows.

While those arrows on the wall were occupied by pressing down on those who had bows, the soldiers who pushed the ram gave their best and quickly moved it towards the entrance. When they were just inches from their destination, several glass jars were thrown from outside the wall with some landing on the floor and a couple crushed against a crushed ram, release the sticky substance all over the ram's body.

One of the soldiers touched the substance and was suddenly frightened and shouted, "It's fuel! Fuel!"

Subsequently, one after another the torches landed onto the broken ram, causing the soldiers on the spot to stare with desperate gazes as the flames erupted and effectively turned the building into a glorified bonfire. The several tens of soldiers tasked with pushing the battering ram into his place were engulfed in flames and were running around frantically and aimlessly like countless flies, with a few of them who managed to get out of the fiery mess quickly rolling on the ground at the first opportunity, only managed to make the flames on their bodies extinguish with the help of their comrades. Three soldiers with their burning flames leaped desperately into the river; while the flames were extinguished, they remained frozen and died in the icy water of the river. The other four people who had been covered by too much fuel instantly turned into human torches, letting out ear-piercing cries in agony until some of their comrades decided to end their misery by giving them a prick from their spear.

"Oaagh!" Yet another arrow was shot by an arrow in the shoulder. Some of the spear infantry troops quickly pulled him from the wall. The enemy commander finally started going all out and sent five arrow-capturing squads to press the arrows. Even though the hundreds of bowmen on their side had been killed, the remaining 500 or so managed to press the arrows on the wall to the point when they could not even lift their heads without being crushed by the arrows.

Lorist noticed that only 70 of the 100 strange bald arrows were still alive and were still being suppressed by enemy shooting shots. For each arrow bolt that was successfully unleashed, five to six more arrows came in response. After considering his choice, Lorist asked Reidy to bring a large shield and intended to attract the attention of the archers to give his bow an opportunity to retaliate.

Taking a deep breath, Lorist suddenly came out from the cover. The sudden appearance of a man standing upright revealed himself briefly shocking the enemy archers. Right after, ten or so arrows were sent flying towards Lorist, only to be intercepted by the shield in his hand before hundreds and hundreds of other arrows followed …

Sol, thought Lorist when he suddenly ducked behind the wall coverings. He initially thought that it would be a rather simple affair: given his dynamic vision, he should be able to deflect or drop every arrow that leads to it. But, while ten to a hundred arrows would not pose much of a problem, five hundred arrows was truly no joke. He could easily be turned into a human bearing. Too many. Were it not for this shield, I would have been hit long ago. I almost lost my life because of this stupid bet. How can I forget the simple fact that strength in numbers is not something to laugh at?

Looking at the shield that had over a hundred arrows embedded within it, Lorist could still feel his hands trembling. The combined energy of the arrow that passed through the shield into his hand was difficult to maintain even when he used his internal energy. He was practically dancing with death on a leash at the moment. The only thing that could make him happy was the fact that he managed to buy time for his troops who had just managed to take out 40 other enemy archers.

The corps that swept through the rebels sent several infantrymen to hurl mud at the burning ram and quickly pushed it aside as the fire was extinguished to make way for the second and third ram being pushed. The second battering ram was slightly modified because it had wooden barriers on both sides where the soldier pushing the ram was struck. There were also some soldiers who were ready to put out the fire with buckets of water and mud.

Within thirty minutes, the second ram was pushed to the front of the entrance, rumbling as it walked. Ten infantrymen ran and began to pull the rope tied to the ram and release it with a unified cry. The humongous log crashed into the encampment gate, causing the wall to tremble from the savage tremors.

When Reidy gave Lorist the fuel tube, he was unaware of the impending attack and fell off the wall due to the tremors. Were it not for Patt grabbing his arm in time, Reidy might have suffered severe trauma from falling from that height.

Sol, thought Lorist while hastily readying his legs. As he threw the jar of fuel earlier, a number of bowmen noticed it and shot the jar of fuel in the air, causing it to fly everywhere and cover his face. Not expecting that to happen, Lorist could only stand stunned and was unable to react in time to the incoming fuel.

“Pog, I'll hand this part to you. I have to take a shower for a while, ”shouts Lorist. Right now, the most important thing was that he was removing fuel from his face and body, otherwise he might end up as a human candlestick.

Lorist hurriedly descended from the defensive wall along with Reidy and Patt and sent the first one to carry a basin filled with hot water with soap to clean his face. He also took off his scaled armor and took out a pile of mud to rub it on the parts stained with fuel. After that, he took out a piece of linen and started wiping away the fuel. Patt quickly headed for the large tent on horseback to pick up a change of clothes for Lorist.

The sound of the camp gate being hammered sounded with a steady rhythm. Lorist seemed to be unable to accept the dubious situation of him practically bathing and changing into new clothes in the midst of the siege.

"It's burning!" Loze cheered from the wall.

Turning his head to look, Lorist could see clouds of soot and smoke rising from outside the wall. However, the sound of the hammer continued.

Wiping his face dry and wearing his new clothes and wearing his cleaned armor, Lorist quickly returned to the wall and saw that the ram was indeed on fire, but that did not stop the infantry operating the ram from behind using ropes tied to hammer logs.

“Reidy, get me two jars of fuel. Patt, prepare a torch for me, ”command Lorist.

This time, Lorist was eyeing the infantrymen on the back of the ram. While throwing the two jars of fuel into the midst of the soldiers and following them with torches, a chorus of weeping sounds were heard in unison as the scent of charred meat once again floated in the air.

The hammering sound finally stopped because the ropes of the ram had burned away. And so another glorified bonfire was created before the gates of the camp.

"Master, I don't think the gates will last much longer" Reidy said.

Lorist went down to the wall and checked the double gate only to see that the door had been hammered so badly that it had been bent inward for nearly half a meter. A petite man might even be able to enter through the opening of the dent gate. One of the three iron bars that closed the gate was the most flawed, as it was bent into a bow-like shape. The stem in the middle has a slight dent while the bottom stem still looks fine.

"Let's stop defending the gate. We don't need it to secure the camp. To be honest, I doubt that it will be easy for us to open it ourselves .. Just look at the distorted form! I'm just worried the enemy will stop attacking and get us stuck inside here, ”canda Lorist.

It was 'lucky' that the enemy was still unwilling to surrender after that. They sent another group of garrison troops to extinguish the burning ram and move it aside to make way for the third this time.

The third beating ram was reinforced even more meticulously; it seemed almost like a long wooden house that was given its roof and a wooden barrier that surrounded it, offering protection to the soldiers inside. A thick, moist layer of mud also covers the entire surface of the wood to help it resist fire.

Worried about the situation with the gate of the camp, Charade went to the wall with Els. Seeing his miserable condition, Charade asked Lorist with a pale face, "You're just going to let them push the rams here without bothering to stop them at all?"

Lorist felt like laughing out loud as he thought, Charade, based on your martial prowess at the Silver Three Stars rank, is, you will soon become a Silver rank fighter and will break through the Gold rank in the near future. Although Charade was currently flooded with all sorts of tasks and also had to accompany the beautiful little maid at night, she still managed to find time to train in her Battle Troops. His dedication to his training was truly something to be admired.

In terms of abilities, even Potterfang himself graciously took a few steps back and let Charade take the position of the head knight of the Norton Family, thus making him the main supervisor of the convoy to the north. The man himself also did not disappoint anyone's expectations and managed almost every affair, big or small, inside the convoy. Back then, Baron Miranda had once personally told Charade that he thought very highly of her and was very surprised by her management skills. He even said that a man of Charade's caliber was worthy of being a high official in the royal government. It should be noted that Charade was injured at the time and had to be carried by others in chairs all over the place to get things done.

Even so, while Charade spoke little sense during the war council meeting, when he was truly on the battlefield, his weaknesses would begin to flow nonstop. His hands and feet were sweating incessantly and his face would become extremely pale as he pranced on the battlefield in a state of panic, frightened by every little voice. His battle prowess in that state was not even comparable to a warrior who did not know how to utilize Battle Power!

Lorist felt intrigued that Charade's calmness and ferocious beast-like courage would instantly evaporate in the heat of battle. It wasn't that he wasn't used to seeing corpses; he had taken several lives himself. Then, why was he like that on the battlefield?

Charade could only sigh in despair. He said that for some reason, seeing so many dead at once and hearing the savage cries of the soldiers made him feel nauseous for some reason. However, Potterfang and Loze, did not feel it was a strange thing and concluded that it was due to Charade's lack of exposure to large-scale battles like this. Once, they said that if Charade used a corpse as feces and dipped his bread in their blood before biting him, he would eventually stop feeling so affected by the surrounding atmosphere.

"Ueergh ..." Charade quickly ran off to vomit after hearing the comment.

Poor lil 'Charade .. He knew that he could not bear to be at the forefront of battle, yet he still came to mingle regardless of that …

Lorist patiently replied, “No need to do that. When it comes to defense, we don't just have to focus on one aspect and have to look at the bigger picture. We will be able to stop the battering ram from approaching the gate, but it will have to be paid a heavy price. It would be unwise to do so when we have a better alternative. Look at the forts they have made for battered rams. You will soon be able to see how it will really benefit us later. ”

However, it did not happen as fast as Lorist mentioned. With just one ram attack, the iron bars holding the gate were thrown into the air, leaving a large hole that revealed the shocked faces of some of the garrison troops.

Lorist ordered some of his arrows to fire shot after shot towards the hole, causing shouts to echo from outside the gate. Only after a while, the enemy was able to seal the hole with some shields. There is no activity for half an hour later as the enemy may adjust the position of the rams before hammering begins again.

Lorist's brows started twitching impatiently as the hammer started once more.

This time, it only took 20 impacts for the gate to disintegrate, causing its hinges to come off.

"The gate has fallen!" The soldiers inside the wooden barrier surrounding the ram all shouted in excitement. At the same time, Els and Lorist rushed like a raging storm towards the wooden barrier flanking the battered ram. The soldiers in charge of pushing the entire siege engine and operating the hammerwood were really in a state of emergency as they did not even have a single weapon in their hands as they had been busy with operating the war machines. More than 60 soldiers were killed as a result of the Lorist and Els massacre with only a few on the back of the ram somehow managing to escape. Bodies were strewn across the veil of the wooden barrier with large amounts of blood leaking, forming small streams of red …

The main reason why Lorist rejected Potterfang's offer to go with him and bring the Els was due to the fact that the dark attribute of Els Battle Force was best suited for narrow spaces like the inside of a battering ram barrier. The night vision that Battle Force gave him also made him more advantaged in the low light conditions within the barrier, it allows Els to efficiently pursue each and every enemy without inadvertently damaging their allies.

While Lorist and Els kept themselves busy inside the guardrail, the people in the camp were not lazy either. Reidy and Patt carried several thick ropes and tied one end of each rope to the batting ram and the other end to several pegs that were hammered flat to the ground, effectively turning the battering ram into another obstacle for the enemy. Upon seeing that, Charade finally understood what Lorist had meant earlier.

The enemy commander was instantly enraged to see that happen. It's really too far! Why did they not abide by the general conventions of war? Aren't people usually gathering their soldiers in formation while waiting for the enemy to move the ram hit after the gate has been breached? Why would they use it to increase their own defense? It's totally out of the ordinary!>

So, the enemy garrison troops began operating the ram again to clear the remains of the gate while taking out the corpses of their comrades. However, the ram was still clinging hard to the place.

A company of cavalry can be seen gathering at the ram of the battering ram overlooking their own camp and tying their own rope to the ram. Before long, a tug-of-war game had begun between the two sides.

The fight lasted over 30 minutes before another spear cavalry force acting as the enemy's rearguard was bound to participate. Coupled with the other 1000 horses they had brought out of their main camp, the rebel corps won in the end. But it did not end well, as Lorist had been waiting for the rope to be at its most tense point before he cut it off, causing the ram to roll towards the enemy troops unhindered and descend the path, causing the ram to roll over, resulting in the death of dozens of soldiers, and horses who were late to react.

As the enemy gazed in astonishment at the deteriorating situation before them, Lorist quickly ordered his troops to bring the wooden cart and secure it vertically at the entrance. When the enemy came out of their trance and attempted to stop him immediately, the wooden cart had been firmly planted into the ground, creating another obstacle for them to destroy.

"Originally ?! They're not done yet ?! ”Curse and countless grievances rang out from the group of enemy soldiers outside the gate with some even ignoring everything and simultaneously heading towards the wooden cart recklessly. The defenders of the carriage were also not merciful. There were three spearheads mounted on the front of the wooden cart. The enemy soldiers, thinking that it was affixed to the carriage and only served as a deterrent, believed that it would not be able to harm them. As the soldiers rushed towards the wooden wagon, the spears suddenly shot forward and pierced the regretful soldiers who had tried to crash into the wagon, causing others to not act recklessly or approach the cart.

Some illegitimate sons who were under the command of this sweeper-rebels unit billowed with fury. It had been almost a day since they launched the attack in the early hours, but their troops were still unable to penetrate the camp even after suffering nearly 600 casualties. Now that the battering ram was gone and the makeshift wooden gate was not fully defended, what could they do?

“Blow that wooden train. ”

Some garrison troops threw several sacks of fuel onto the train and quickly set it on fire.

Since you're going to light a fire, I'll do it too. "Come, guys. We will prepare a bonfire here tonight, ” Lorist said.

When the enemy soldiers reported seeing Lorist's men throwing wood at the burning carriage and using it as a bonfire, Count Cobry's illegitimate sons almost went insane. At that moment, snow spots slowly floated down from the sky. The illegitimate son leading the group immediately shouted, “Aha! The weather turned in our favor today! Snowing! Let's see how they keep the fire now! "

Lorist, on the other hand, sighed and said, “It seems like fate intends to reap the enemy's life early. I had planned to let them live for one more night so that we would have enough time to prepare, but it seems that we will not be able to avoid the bloodshed tonight. ”

When the campfire finally came out, dozens of garrison troops rushed towards the camp and moved the pile of wood to the side as the sound of galloping horses slowly grew louder outside the camp. When the spear cavalry arrived at the entrance, the garrison troops cheered loudly in unison, "Go over there and kill them all!"