Chapter 1654 Cornered

Chapter 1654 Cornered

Sigh...
Timothy sighed wondering how his 3rd son was doing. The boy was the first to send a letter, saying he was going to get back up.
Typically, he should be the first person to arrive with backup, but since he was headed far out of Omania, any help he brought might not arrive anytime soon.
For the time being, they would fight to defend their beloved Soma, but Timothy didn't know how long it would last.
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On the opposite side of the walls, a formidable army gathered.
Banters fluttered proudly in the wind displaying the insignias of various Adonis symbols and blessed words.
"Wolololo~... Wolololo~"
Thamans raised their staff high and began their chants, hoping to sway incoming arrows from hitting their side.
Battlefords worked underneath their respective Holy Generals, positioning their small units for action.
In turn, the Holy Generals worked under their Holy Monkards, and the big man, Holy Kardinal Everett the VII oversaw the entire thing.
supervised their actions.
"We salute his Holy Kardinal Everett. May the light of Adonis shine upon us at this hour and for all eternity."
Several Holy Monkards and Thamans saluted, displaying strange eye symbols with their fingers.
Unlike the giants, they were relaxed and still had their chests puffed high with arrogance.
How can they not when Adonis has always been on their side? The evidence was how smooth things were going for them.
Their armored gleamed and their robes shone with a triumphant light, as he stood before Kardinal Everett.
"Kardinal, the battle is indeed fierce, but we are still in the lead, doing as told, breaking the enemy's spirit. Pfft~. I wonder how they would react if they knew that the number of Ballistas displayed today was only a small fraction of what we have?"
Everyone chuckled, feeling it fun and refreshing to see the enemy run around like headless chickens.
The plan is to indeed break down the city gate, creating an opening for them to enter. But why rush into it when you can have the enemy burn through their supplies of black powder?
Typically, the code of war in these times had little breaks in between battles, with both sides pausing and ceasing fire now and then.
But they purposefully made the enemy fight morning afternoon, and night till morning again, not giving them time to rest.
The siege on the capital has been going on for a month and a week now, day and night, day and night in rotation like so.
The giants were trapped in there with no way to get more supplies or fulfill their needs.
So what do you think will happen when they run out of black powder and other crucial necessities?
Even if they tried ringing their alchemists to create more black powder... they will still be working against time seeing as they were forced to burn through their supplies like water.
They, believers of Adonis, kept these people on their toes, not just with the ballistas, but with other sneak attacks and tactics.
Heh.
Many Holy Monkards were smug, knowing today would be the day they finally broke into the City.
Looking at the table, Kardinal Everett used a small staff to push the miniature wooden figures across the magnified hand-drawn map below.
"Victory is within our grasp. Holy Monkards Cletus and Detritus. On the left and right flanks lead the infantry to in square formations within the blessed box."
The blessed box was just a wooden box on large wheels.
The box was a little taller than the average man and was very wide enough to enclose a ballista and a few other people.
To ensure the box didn't catch fire, they attacked countless shields on every inch of its outer body.
Since the attacks were coming from the front the box had only 3 enclosed sides, with its back being completely open.
From their calculations, the enemy's supply of black powder should be very low now. So even if they disrupted a few devices from reaching the front at least 3/10th should still make it.
Once the gate gets blasted open, they have to enter the city with a loud bang!
Those with shields would be the first to run in since the enemy still had an ample supply of arrows. If their calculations were right, even the enemy's supply of poisoned arrows was limited. So even if stabbed they should be fine.
There should be alchemists and poison masters trying their best to supply these items on a steady basis. Too bad they, Adonis, did not give these people time to breathe.
Heh.
Kardinal Everett twirled his overly long mustache in satisfaction.
"The rest of you get your men ready. The first wave will enter the city as planned. It won't be long before we conclude this matter. Now go for Adonis!"
"For Adonis!"
"For Adonis!"
All men displayed the same strange signs with their fingers before going to their knees and looking to the heavens with triumphant smiles.
Yes!
They were doing it all for Adonis.
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BOOM!
The sounds of ignited black powder echoed disturbingly. Arrows with tubes of black powder hissed through the air, aiming for the many ballistic below.
Sweat stung Timothy's eyes like tiny vipers, dripping down from his sprayed face.
"Quickly! Aim for the giant arrow weapons! Our probate goal must be to stop them from getting close! Fire! Fire! Fire them all!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Arrows covered the sky like a blanket, as the archers did as told. If these giant machines get close enough to launch their attacks on the city's gate, it wouldn't be long before they destroy it... especially seeing the heavy tube of black powder tied to the giant arrows.
The gate was a thick, barred metal gate that had to be drawn upwards by chains on pulleys from the 2nd floor within the city walls.
No! No!
Even though they have thousands of warriors and calvary stationed within the front city gates, they must still never let the gate get destroyed!
As the battle got heated, so did the people on the walls and down below.
"More black powder! We need more black powder here!"
"Your majesty, it's bad! Apart from those few bags, we've run out of black powder!"
Timothy's face turned pale, seeing the ridiculous number of massive boxes covered in shields heading their way.
Is this how it ends?
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