The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Boom!"

The battering ram slammed hard against the city gate.

Prince Khalil was overjoyed: "Hahaha, He Ya, this time I will definitely go into the city and capture you alive!"

"Fire arrows!"

He Ya ignored Lord Khalil's ridicule and quickly ordered his soldiers to shoot arrows.

Countless arrows fell like a torrential rain, and the British soldiers under the city wall could no longer hold on and fell into the sea of ​​fire.

Without the human power to propel it, the battering ram would no longer pose a threat and would eventually be burned to ashes.

"It doesn't matter, you can destroy whatever you want, I still have several battering rams! Keep going!"

Prince Khalil smiled coldly and waved his hand, and two more battering rams were pushed out.

He Ya's face was as gloomy as water. It seemed that Prince Khalil was determined to fight him to the death this time and would not retreat until the city was conquered.

"General! There are British soldiers piling up dirt and wood in the southwest corner of the city wall, trying to climb up the wall!"

"General! There's one in the northeast corner too!"

……

"Stop them!"

He Ya forced himself to calm down and gave orders quickly.

Piling up earth and wood is not the most terrifying thing. If Prince Khalil sets up ladders, it will make defending the city more difficult.

What are you afraid of?

There were more than a dozen tall wooden carts in the British army. The wooden carts were only used to defend against arrows shot and stones thrown by the enemy. The real killing weapon was the ladder hidden behind the wooden carts.

Prince Khalil looked arrogant, as if he had already seen He Ya's defeat.

"Cover the ladder truck!"

Countless arrows were shot at the walls of Donur City.

Following closely behind were catapults, which hurled out huge stones, even blocking out the sunlight in the sky, as if dark shadows were falling from the sky.

"what!"

On the city of Donur, countless Yanyun cavalrymen died tragically.

He Ya was extremely angry. Prince Khalil's attacks came one after another, leaving him no time to react.

"Heavy crossbows and incendiary bombs, stop the ladder truck from approaching!"

"General Baili, General Xing, each of you will lead a team of soldiers to the northeast corner and southwest corner to stop the British soldiers from piling up dirt and wood."

"Archers, shoot the British soldiers under the city."

"Spearmen, get ready. Once the ladder truck approaches, use your spears to attack those foreign devils!"

Orders came out of He Ya's mouth one after another. After all, he was a veteran who had been on many battlefields. Even when facing the enemy's terrifying attacks, he remained calm.

"Yes!"

Incendiary bombs were thrown from the hands of the soldiers, instantly creating a long sea of ​​fire between the city of Donur and the ladder truck.

It is human nature to fear fire.

Faced with such a fierce fire, the British soldiers pushing the ladder trucks instinctively stopped.

"No retreat!"

There was a hint of ferocity in Prince Khalil's eyes. He rode forward, drew his knight's sword and killed a retreating soldier with one blow, shocking the rest of the soldiers.

"Those who backslide, die!"

The soldiers were afraid of death. If they retreated, they would be hacked to death. But if they rushed into the sea of ​​fire, they would have a chance to survive.

He gritted his teeth and rushed in pushing the ladder truck.

"crazy!"

He Ya saw this scene and burst into curses.

But he still has the heavy crossbow!

"Fire arrows!"

The heavy crossbow was in operation, and the arrows that had been accumulating force for a long time were like black angry dragons, rushing into the sea of ​​fire with a buzzing sound.

"what!"

Countless British soldiers screamed as they were shot by heavy crossbow arrows.

The heavy crossbow was extremely powerful, and there was no chance of survival if you were hit by it, let alone in a blazing sea of ​​fire.

"Push! Push quickly! Send more people in!"

Prince Khalil has become bloodthirsty and is determined to capture the city of Donur today.

"General, their battering ram is coming again!"

The problem with the ladder truck had not been solved yet, and the soldiers reported that the battering ram had been pushed under the city wall and then hit the city gate hard. The city gate made a rumbling sound and countless dust fell from the joints between the city gate and the city wall.

"Protect the city gate!"

He Ya snatched the bow from the archer beside him, put three arrows on it, and shot them instantly.

Three stars in a row!

The British soldier pushing the battering ram paused, looked at the arrows on his body, and fell into the sea of ​​fire.

Then countless arrows followed, killing the British soldiers who were pushing the battering ram.

…………

The siege of Kalil has lasted for three days.

As night falls, flames of war break out from time to time.

Sitting in the Lord's Hall of Donur City, He Ya took a long breath. The attacks of Prince Khalil were too intensive and fierce, leaving them no chance to breathe.

Many soldiers on the city wall were killed or wounded, and many defensive equipment were destroyed.

If this continues, the city of Donur might really fall.

Once the city wall was lost, 200,000 elite British troops would rush into the city wall, and it would be difficult to resist with 100,000 Xiliang cavalry.

After being suppressed for such a long time, the morale of the Daxia soldiers was also low.

But there was nothing he could do.

The only thing to do is to stick to it.

He is waiting for support.

He had sent a letter to the Ptolemaic Dynasty regarding the plight of the city of Donur, but it was still unclear whether they could provide timely support before the city was breached.

"General, the horn sounded outside the city, and the British army's large-scale attack has begun again!"

The scout soldier rushed in, with dark circles under his eyes and a tired look on his face.

Under Khalil's frenzied attack, He Ya and his soldiers had not slept for three days. Even an iron man could not bear it.

"Defend the city!"

He Ya walked out of the hall, quickly gathered soldiers to transport supplies for defending the city, and displayed them on the city walls, preparing to deal with the attack from Prince Khalil.

However, when He Ya climbed up the city wall and saw the army outside the city, his heart skipped a beat.

The number of British troops outside the city had obviously increased a lot.

The five completely different flags flying in the armies gave He Ya the answer.

"The armies of the five western nations!"

He Ya gritted his teeth.

The five fluttering flags were exactly the flags of the five western countries, which meant that Prince Khalil had received military support from the five western countries.

He never expected that the five Western countries, each with their own ulterior motives, would be willing to send troops to support Prince Khalil.

However, the reinforcements from Daxia have not arrived yet.

"Haha, He Ya, see? My reinforcements have arrived!"

Khalil looked proud, "With reinforcements from five nations, I now have an army of 300,000 elite soldiers."

"Surrender! Daxiazi has given up on you!"

"In fact, I admire your abilities. If you are willing to surrender, I will let His Majesty the King use you in a more important position. It will definitely be better than the treatment given to you by the Emperor of Daxia! What do you think?"

In the dark night, He Ya sneered, "Khalil, can you really change His Majesty's kindness to me with just a few words?"

"Although I may die here today, I still believe..."

"Your Majesty, who is gifted with divine power, will one day defeat you Western devils!"

"You will eventually kneel under the iron hoof of Daxia!"