Chapter 193: City of Bricks and Blood

Chapter 191: The City of Bricks and Blood

The defenders of Astapor looked at the six catapults helplessly, completely unable to stop their movements.

None of the weapons in the city could shoot that far, and even if they could, they would not have any killing power.

They also had no cavalry that could launch a surprise attack and destroy the catapults. Even if they did, the demoralized soldiers were unwilling to go out of the city to meet the enemy.

All the soldiers remembered the scene of "Butcher" Cleon insisting on his own way, forcing the Unsullied to fight, and then abandoning them in the end.

People could only listen to their heartbeats like war drums, tighten their red faces, and quietly wait for the unpredictable fate.

Soon, under the enemy's shouts and the operation of ropes and pulleys, the burning ammunition was thrown into the sky at a very high altitude.

These ammunition passed over the city wall and fell into the city like a world-destroying meteorite descending from the divine domain.

In the chaos, the defenders had just figured out the damage of these ammunition, and a second wave of more accurate bullets fell.

After several rounds of projectiles, the city was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, and all the extra manpower was drawn to extinguish the flames everywhere.

Facing this hell on earth, the threatening burning stone bombs continued to fall, without mercy or compassion.

The deadly burning flames filled the city, and every person who was smashed to death or burned to death with a shrill wail made it increasingly unbearable for those who were still barely alive.

They stood stiffly, letting their weapons slip from their weak hands, and their thoughts were completely covered by fear. They no longer wanted to resist, and all that was left was hiding, fleeing, and dying.

In the end, when these flames passed over the sky, even the most determined warriors would lie on the ground.

And in this atmosphere of collapse and despair, there was another less dangerous, but more terrifying rain of bullets falling into the city.

These things fell on the streets of the city, but they did not burn.

When people figured out what it was, they couldn't help but wail or cry out in pain.

The ammunition fired into the city this time was the heads of the warriors who died outside the city.

There were horrible wounds on them, some of which were damaged beyond recognition, and some could still be barely recognized.

Judging from the expressions on these heads, everyone had suffered great pain before death.

That kind of pain was not only brought by death, but also by the despair after being ruthlessly betrayed.

And now, they have been deprived of the last bit of dignity.

People cursed the enemies outside the city in vain, but the other side was not afraid of the curses and could not hear these words.

Finally, they turned their hateful and disgusted eyes to the city.

During this burning day, Cleon the Butcher hid in the red brick pyramid, struggling in despair and fear.

He sat there doing nothing, as if he had completely given up the defense plan.

Some people said that he was dead, and the news soon spread throughout the city.

The morale of the Astapor defenders fell into a new low, and not many people dared to stand up and prepare to resist the Yunkai army.

The Green Saint of the Temple of Holy Grace brought many people to the outside of the pyramid to see the king, but was stopped by the only remaining Unsullied.

"No, I won't go out!" Cleon's trembling roar came from the pyramid: "I must stay here, and I will only stay here."

The king was scared. He felt that everyone wanted to murder him, not only the enemies outside the city, but also those inside the city.

Because just today, he forced his soldiers to fight outside the city and was almost killed.

Some people wanted to seize his throne, and some people wanted to overthrow his rule.

Hearing the king's roar, it was more unbearable for the people than being angry at them.

It seemed that something tight in their hearts broke, and it was Cleon who brought them into an irreversible situation.

"Go in, catch Cleon!"

"Catch the butcher and hang him!"

The angry people shouted wildly, surging forward like waves.

This time, for some reason, perhaps because the king did not have time to give an order, the Unsullied did not raise their spears and shields to stop them.

In the courage brought by this desperation, people rushed into the pyramid and captured Cleon.

They dragged him, beat and bit him madly, but did not kill him.

Because the Green Saint of Astapor stood up and declared to the people that the gods of Ghis showed her a vision, and the desperate Astapor people believed her words.

People put on bright and shining armor for the king, tied up his warhorse, and sent him off to charge the Yunkai coalition.

Then, a warrior with a scarred face took over the defense of Astapor.

He stood on the wall fearlessly, patrolling every section of the wall from south to north.

As long as he appeared, people's morale was boosted and the terrible memory was driven out of their minds.

He and the warriors around him were no strangers to those who had participated in the Astapor slave uprising. Those who saw them would shout their names loudly:

"Haines!"

"..."

Facing those who did not know them, people would explain in a low voice:

"Haines is the bravest warrior. The gods of Gis have resurrected the dead of the Worm River."

Finally, someone would talk about the oracle received by the Green Saint of the Temple of Grace. Perhaps they could really hold on once more.

However, the next day, people were once again shrouded in fear, and their passion cooled down. Astapor, built of bricks and blood, was about to turn into ashes.

And so they passed another dark, horrible day and entered a desperate night.

The attack never stopped. Many parts of the city were engulfed in flames, and the walls were covered with dense cracks. The defenders would soon face a situation where they could not defend themselves.

Not far from the battlefield, more wood was transported across the Worm River all day, and the Yunkai people built more siege towers.

The attack was finally launched on the third night. After confirming that the morale in the city had completely collapsed, the Yunkai Marshal instructed the entire army to launch an attack.

The vanguard troops pushed the huge siege tower and began to slowly pass through the darkness and rush towards the city wall.

Deafening shouts and the sound of metal clashing rang out together. The huge siege tower kept approaching under the cover of bows and arrows.

Thousands of enemies swarmed up, and the defenders of Astapor were exhausted and unable to resist.

The rain of arrows filled every inch of the battlefield, surrounded by raging fire everywhere, and the bodies piled up like mountains.

Haines ran desperately, leading the most elite warriors to invest in every weak point of defense.

But the fighting became louder and louder, the fire became more and more fierce, and the enemies became more and more. Some defenders began to drop their weapons, loosen their bowstrings, and turned to flee. Everything fell into despair again.

The people of Astapor rushed into the pyramid again, and the Green Saint did not let anyone stop them and let them in directly.

People fixed their eyes on the Green Saint, looking at her silently, looking at the poison in her hand.

Everything was silent, as if you could clearly hear the explosion of the candle about to burn out, and everyone was waiting for the last moment.