Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 242 Counterattack
It has to be said that this group of northerners were indeed brave enough. Facing successive attacks, they still climbed up the city wall with roars.

Under the cover of the ice sorcerers who had recovered their magic power, the southern soldiers on the city wall were bombarded and then encountered a brief vacuum period. This allowed some northern soldiers to climb up the city wall and immediately fight with the defenders on the wall.

Unfortunately, their numbers were too small. Faced with the spearmen who were regrouping on the city wall and the archers standing on the arrow tower, they were quickly wiped out.

Even from such a long distance, the sounds of fighting and screams were still clearly audible.

Levi shook his head. Even if the Northern army had the advantage in numbers of spellcasters, they could at most suppress the defenders on the opponent's city walls. Once their magic power was exhausted, the opponent would immediately reorganize the team.

To be honest, if the first group of soldiers climbing up were replaced by the Penta Knights or the Paladins, as long as a few of them climbed up the city wall, they would be enough to hold out until support from the team behind them.

Unfortunately, the first round of defense is often the most intense, and those attacking the city will suffer the heaviest bombardment.

This is not cold-blooded, but a necessary trade-off. If someone must be sacrificed, then preserving the most elite fighters is the natural choice.

The country bumpkins in Gaoyabao were amazed as they had never seen such a grand scene before.

The gorgeous magic was free of charge and was cast in large quantities on the enemy's city walls, just to suppress the enemy's guards and give their own soldiers who were attacking the city some breathing space.

Densely packed soldiers were like ants, countless of them climbing up the ladders. No matter how many fell, there would be others to replace them immediately.

A team of several hundred fully armed warriors has set out. They are more than three blades tall, even taller than the orcs.

The average height of people in the South is about 1.8 feet tall, and even the tallest northerner in Debe is only 2 feet tall.

It is hard to imagine that these three-blade-high beings are human.

However, Levi had long learned that these were the old people of the North who lived in some ancient mountains and were tricked by Florina into becoming warriors by some unknown means.

These big men marched in neat steps, pushing huge siege vehicles.

They sang an unknown ancient ballad in unison. Their voices were loud and clear, and the tune was desolate. There was an unspoken ancient charm. Even though they were thousands of steps away, they were still able to cover the overwhelming shouts and cries of killing and spread in all directions.

"This is a war song called "The End of the Oath". These old people in the North are descendants of giants. It is rumored that this war song was sung by the giants when they broke the treaty with the Behemoths and went to war. It is said that it can bring strength and luck to oneself!"

The hobgoblin Leiden listened carefully and continued to explain to the illiterate people around him: "It is said that the giants are the eldest sons of the Titans, so most of this war song is sung in the language of the Titans."

"But these old folks have obviously forgotten too much, so part of the Titan language has been translated into the Common Language."

Levi gave a thumbs up to the knowledgeable hobgoblin.

If we say that when we first took in this earth demon, he was just a wilderness bumpkin who was proficient in some military affairs.

But after absorbing all kinds of knowledge about Debé like a sponge, he can now be considered a half-knowledgeable Debé.

The soldiers of Blackrock Castle tried to stop the behemoth from approaching, but when their spellcasters who were most likely to destroy the siege vehicle were suppressed and dared not show their heads, they no longer posed any threat to the big guy.

After several hundred old northerners with a trace of giant bloodline grasped the handle of the huge siege hammer, they roared in unison, their muscles bulged, and as they vented the abundant power in their bodies, the siege hammer flew far back.

When they reached their limit, they pushed forward again.

There was a loud "Duang" sound, as crisp as hammering iron.

This made the lord couldn't help but scratch his ears, remembering when he was stacking steel. The sounds of the two were not only very similar, but exactly the same.

But I have to say that these big guys are really strong.

It takes three people to hug the cylindrical battering ram, which is made of hardwood and metal. Its weight is absolutely not compromised.

If it were the small town of Kalia, I'm afraid this one blow would have smashed the city wall into pieces.

Unfortunately, the gate of Blackrock Castle was not a simple structure. After being hit like this, it only shook off some dust.

This made Levi think of Gunda. It is said that the walls of this central city of Debe are as high as forty-eight blades, and the eighteen-blade-high city gates are made entirely of palladium steel. Even if it is bombarded by magic for a day and a night, there will not be a trace. It is called the city that will never fall.

Since the city wall was built, it has never been breached. It always collapsed from the inside.

After the war is over, he really needs to go to Gunda to see the world.

……

Inside Blackstone Castle, in an unremarkable underground cell, messengers kept coming in and out one after another.

In order to prevent the enemy from using catapults to bombard buildings in the city, this underground prison received so many noble officers for the first time.

The furnishings inside were also very rough. The iron bars were removed to create a larger space. A carpet was spread on the floor, and tables were placed in this not-so-empty space.

Several nobles, led by Cross, were sitting around a conference table. In front of them were plates and knives and forks. On the plates was a medium-rare steak with a small red tomato on top for garnish.

Cross slowly cut off a small piece of beef with his knife and fork and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.

This Marquis of the Southern Territory encountered an incident when he was young.

At that time, a farmer on his father's territory was arguing with an old farmer under a lord with whom he had a strained relationship over the ownership of a cow.
Both parties insisted on their own opinions, each claiming that the cow belonged to them and that the other party was a hateful thief. However, since neither side had strong evidence, the matter remained at a stalemate.

From Cross's point of view at the time, the worst solution would be to compensate the other farmer who did not get the cow with money of equal value.

However, he did not expect that the subsequent developments were far beyond his expectations. His father arbitrarily awarded the cow to his own subject, and the other farmer went to his lord to complain, crying and shouting.

The disastrous consequence of this incident was that the two barons started a fight in which hundreds of people died.

Only after this did he understand that the so-called fight over the cattle was just an excuse to start the fight. The real purpose was that his father had long coveted the other party's fertile paddy field, so after he surpassed the other party in strength, he directly designed a design to trigger all this.

From then on, Cross understood that being weak was a sin and would bring him endless troubles, so he resolutely went to Gonda to study at the Military Academy. Eating steak also unknowingly became a part of his daily life, which would make him remember this truth forever.

"The opponent's spellcaster does have an advantage, which will put us at a disadvantage in long-range tactics." He wiped his mouth with a white napkin and said in a calm voice, "So it is reasonable for us to be at a disadvantage. There is no need to worry about it."

The sound of knives and forks colliding suddenly stopped, and the noble officers immediately stopped what they were doing and listened carefully.

Due to the fact that there were only six spellcasters on their side, especially when two of them were missing, they fell directly below during the magic bombardment.

As a result, they had given up on resisting the enemy's bombing. Whenever the enemy's magic power recovered and prepared for bombing, the soldiers could only find a place to lie down and hide, suffering great pain from the explosion.

The result is that many Northern soldiers will climb up the city walls, and it will cost a huge price to take it back.

In their opinion, this problem has no solution at all. A noble spellcaster is not a weed on the roadside that can be conjured out of thin air. But the old marquis always said not to worry, and now it seems that it is time to solve the mystery.

"The opponent's spellcasters were alert enough, and every time they cast magic, they were outside the range of the crossbow. However, they did not seem to have thought of one thing, that is, the priests from the Church of Mother Earth are proficient in earth elements, and spellcasters do not necessarily need to release powerful shaping magic to fully demonstrate their usefulness."

Cross smiled for the first time in a long time. Just as the officers looked at each other in confusion, he continued, "Until today, the priests finally dug a tunnel underground close to the opponent's spellcaster and deployed a sufficient number of crossbows in it!"

All the listeners were speechless, unable to believe their ears, and then, looking at the smile on the old marquis' face, they burst into extremely excited noises.

Before, they had never understood why the old duke wanted to call away the two priests when the spellcaster was clearly at a disadvantage. But now that they knew the answer, they could only admire him.

"Sir, why don't you have all the priests build tunnels to create enough space to place the crossbows? This will obviously be faster."

A noble of high status was now as humble as an apprentice eager to learn.

To be honest, this tactic was not particularly sophisticated, but no one present had thought of it except the old marquis.

"First, if we don't have a spellcaster to resist, it will definitely alert the other party, which will greatly reduce the success rate." Cross stroked the ring on his thumb and said calmly: "Second, two priests are actually enough. If there are more, the resistance will be too weak and the other party will notice it."

"In short, we only have one chance, so no matter what we do, we have to be extra careful, details determine success or failure!"

Everyone was immediately impressed.

"Why did I allow the snow birds of the enemy's ice and snow magicians to fly around above the castle? Why did I let four earth priests climb the city wall to bless the soldiers?" He looked around, like a lion who had been reborn: "What will you do when you know exactly how many enemy spellcasters there are and they have already appeared on the city wall?"

"We will do our best to suppress the enemy spellcasters and assist our soldiers in climbing the city walls." The noble could no longer hide his admiration on his face.

"That's right, and this is our chance!" Cross smiled.

"They are powerful and can crush us, so we will become arrogant, proud, and insolent. Then we will believe everything we see and will not want to investigate further!" The old marquis, who was over fifty years old, still had a loud voice. He said in a voice that was almost shouting: "Everyone, we are indeed weaker than the enemy, this is undeniable, but there is no need to worry about it! Because this has earned us humility, caution, and a sense of trepidation! And now..."

"First, we only have conscripted militia deployed on the city walls. Our elite soldiers are intact. The enemy has become arrogant and is no longer cautious!"

"Second, the enemy doesn't know about the arrangements we made!"

"Then let's wait and see." Cross's old and loud voice suddenly became unhurried. He smiled and said, "Wait for the pleasant sound of the crossbow, and then..."

"Counterattack!" the noble officers shouted immediately.

The power contained in it seemed to make the table tremble slightly.

……

"Who is stronger, Heather's group of ice wizards or you?"

Levi sat by the fire, looking at a dozen ice and snow wizards floating in the air and gathering together to cast magic, and asked curiously while eating melon seeds.

As a magical Muggle, he judged the strength of a spellcaster based on the power of his magic.

For example, Sam, who only knows healing and stoneskin, is definitely at the bottom of the bottom.

Heather was wearing a black hooded robe. In order to hide her identity, this drow priest would cover her appearance even when she appeared in front of outsiders for a short time.

So much so that the northern officers and soldiers thought she was the lord's woman who could kill people on the road, and they all secretly envied her to death.

Now that there were no outsiders around, the drow finally removed her hood, revealing her pointed ears and a face that was beautiful enough to suffocate the northern soldier, who hadn't seen a woman for several months.

"The magic power in the bodies of the two white-bearded old men is very strong, almost reaching the level of high-level magicians. I'm afraid they control more powerful magic. As for the rest, some of them are similar to us." Heather did not brag, but spoke realistically.

In fact, due to the magic tide, the level division of magicians is not too detailed. Now, from high to low, they are generally replaced by apprentice, beginner, intermediate and advanced.

The criterion for judging is the concentration of magic power in the body.

This represents what kind of powerful magic the other party can practice. After all, the more powerful the magic, the more magic power it consumes.

Levi nodded, very satisfied with this.

He also didn't think that the makeshift team of Gaoyabao's spellcasting team could be comparable to the other side's regular priests.

He would be satisfied if he could match the other party's middle level.

Moreover, with the increase of system power, the Gaoyabao spellcasting team will become visibly stronger.

But to be honest, Levi looked at these extremely tempting ice and snow magicians gathered together and couldn't help but imagine - they were just like chicks huddled together. If he didn't use a crossbow or a catapult to kill them, it would be a waste of these delicious things that were right at his fingertips.

But then he shook his head. These ice warlocks were not stupid. They were far away from Blackrock Castle and were completely out of the attack range of the crossbows and catapults.

(End of this chapter)