Nearly a thousand soldiers gathered on the front of the dock, looking at the horizontal trenches ahead, and could not see an enemy, which was a little confused.

How to fight this?

They had never encountered such special positional wars before.

Old John stood on a hill behind, surrounded by a group of guards.

Little John followed him.

"These rats are hidden in the trenches, and our archers cannot attack. Child, do you have any good ways?"

Little John was wearing a heavy armor on his body, and the facial armor on his helmet was opened, revealing his handsome face.

"Father, I personally recommend that the army be directly pressed over. They are all hiding in the trenches. After we pass by, we will be condescending and use spears and bows to kill them easily."

Little John would say this after thinking about it. He knew very well that this was his father testing himself and his ability to cope on the battlefield.

Old John nodded: "It's a normal idea, but it's too normal and may not work."

Little John was a little confused.

Old John signaled to the officer next to him, and the officer immediately pointed a shield soldier into the army, and the small team of spearmen and archers mixed together rushed upwards.

As a result, just as I arrived halfway, a first archer suddenly appeared in the first trench, and then the arrows fell like rain.

Because there were large shield soldiers in front of them, most of the arrows were blocked, and only a few shots.

Moreover, even if the arrow hits, it doesn't seem to have any power. Many people are stuck with arrows and move forward directly, while some people directly push the arrows down and continue to move forward.

When they arrived in front of the trench, the soldiers were surprised to find that the archers in the trench suddenly disappeared. After looking closely, they found that there was a small passage several meters each connecting to each other. The archers

Then these soldiers didn't know what to do?

The trench is more than two meters wide. If they were usually lightly sprinting, they would be so easy to jump over, but now they are wearing light armor and holding weapons.

Go into the trenches to pursue the enemy?

This is even more a stupid idea.

It was when these soldiers were stunned that a bunch of heads suddenly appeared in the second trench, and these people were still raising their hands and swinging something.

After a closer look, I found that the enemy was swinging a large piece of rock.

The tough hemp rope was tied with stones of varying sizes at the end. The people swung faster and faster. When they finally let go, about a hundred stones dragged the hemp rope and smashed them heavily at the soldiers.

The soldiers were shocked and stood up in front of them, huddling behind the shield.

This is a very correct way to deal with it, but the problem is that there are too many stones thrown by the other party and too large.

In addition, when swinging, there is a bonus of centrifugal force, and the rock hits it, which is no less than a heavy blow from a low-level warrior pro.

The sound of dongdong dongdong sounded. Not long after, the soldier holding the shield began to numb his hands, and then he quickly retreated. When he hit the soldier in front of him, his formation suddenly became messy.

Then more stone statues swung over.

Not long after, their hands began to crack and they couldn't hold the shield.

Then the stones were all over the sky, and in less than a minute, there were not many more than a hundred soldiers who could stand.

The remaining soldiers who could still run fled back in panic, and were soon caught by the supervisor and dragged to Old John.

Listening to the faint cheers from the trenches opposite, Old John snorted coldly.

Then he looked at the deserter kneeling on the ground, jumped off his horse, walked to the cringeful deserter, and reached out to the body behind him to pull out an arrow.

The deserter groaned and dared not speak.

The arrow is a pure wooden arrow, and the arrow is just sharpened.

Such arrows are hard to pierce even soft leather armor. If you can be injured by such arrows, it means that the soldier is not very lucky.

"With this kind of weapon, you dare to fight us, the motivation of the Son of Gold is extraordinary." Old John snorted coldly: "But this kind of stone-casting attack is a bit new."

Little John said from the side: "Father, it seems that my plan is not working, so what should we do?"

Old John is his father and the local city lord. He will decide who the heir is. Therefore, the proud little John feels that admitting his weakness in front of his father is not a bad thing.

"The strong attack can definitely be defeated, but the terrain of these trenches is quite complicated, and we will suffer a lot." Old John said coldly: "The Son of Gold is a little clever, but unfortunately I have never seen any plan for decades of war. This trench array is just a disguised multi-city wall array, which is different from one to the sky and the other to the ground. The best way to deal with this situation is fire attack. Richard, go back and bring the baggage troops out, let them transport a large amount of hay and fuel, and at the same time transport the catapult to me."

"I don't believe it anymore. These trenches can still resist fires."

An officer immediately turned back to the city with a small team.

Old John got back on his horse, and he looked at his son: "This is how war is. We try each other, find opportunities, and fight each other. We don't have to decide the winner so quickly. If you feel impatient, you can rest in the back for a while."

Of course, little John was not that stupid: "Father, I'm not tired. This is a good opportunity to accumulate war experience. I don't want to miss it."

Old John nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, little John felt relieved. Although he was now the only heir on the surface, who knew that his father had an illegitimate child somewhere else.

If you become the city lord, you will definitely have two or three sons on the surface, but you will also have two or three more sons in private, for fear that if the sons on the surface are killed by the enemy, the descendants in secret can survive, and there may be a possibility of a turnaround.

Everyone waited here for a long time, and there seemed to be no movement in the trench opposite.

But somehow, Old John began to feel something was wrong.

A wave of intuition developed through the battlefield told him that the atmosphere was wrong.

At this time, a soldier ran over and said breathlessly: "The city lord, the warship responsible for tracking the magician Roland and the priest Jett crashed into the ice floe. Both ships were destroyed, and Roland and Jett disappeared."

Old John's expression immediately changed, becoming a little ugly and scary.

Little John felt a little strange: "How big is the floating ice that can destroy all the warships? Now it's late summer, how is it possible!"

"Damn!" Old John suddenly cursed: "We are fooled, bring our troops back to the city."

Just as he said this, a white light suddenly burst out from behind him, almost suppressing the sun's light.

Then a deafening explosion came from the direction of the city wall.

The sound is like thunder.

Almost all the war horses were so scared that they were almost uneasy that they could hardly control them.

The soldiers all looked towards the city gate, all of them pale.

You can see it from afar, and the city gate is gone!
Chapter completed!