Mages Are Too OP

Nearly a thousand soldiers gathered in front of the pier, looking at the horizontal trenches in front of them, they couldn't see a single enemy, and they were a little confused.

How to fight this?

They had never encountered such a special positional battle before.

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

Little John followed him.

"These rats are hiding in the trenches, and our archers can't attack, boy, what can you do?"

Little John was wearing a full body armor, and the visor on the helmet was opened, revealing his rather handsome face.

"Father, I personally recommend that the army be directly pressed. They are all hiding in the trenches. After we pass, we are condescending, and we can easily kill them with long spears and bows and arrows."

Little John thought about it and said so. 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, maybe it won't work."

Little John is a little confused.

Old John gestured at the officer next to him, and the officer immediately ordered a small team of shield soldiers, pikemen and archers in the army, and rushed straight up.

As a result, just halfway through, the first archer suddenly appeared from the first trench, and then arrows rained down.

Because of the large shield soldiers in front, most of the arrows were blocked, and only a few hit people.

And even if the arrow is hit, it doesn't seem to have any power. Many people have arrows stuck in their bodies and go straight forward, and some people directly pull the arrows down and continue to move forward.

When they got to the trenches, the soldiers were surprised to find that the archers in the trenches had suddenly disappeared. After a closer look, they found that the two trenches that were separated by each other had a small passage every few meters, which were connected to each other. The archers used these small passages to retreat to the next trench.

Then these soldiers don't know what to do?

The trenches are more than two meters wide. If they usually sprint lightly, they can jump over it, but now they are wearing light armor and holding weapons, but it is not so easy to jump.

Jump out of the trenches to chase the enemy?

This is even more of a stupid idea.

Just when these soldiers were in a daze, a bunch of heads suddenly appeared in the second trench, and these people were still holding their hands and waving something.

A closer look reveals that the enemy is swinging a large rock.

Stones of different sizes were tied to the end of the tough hemp rope. These people swung them faster and faster. Finally, when they let go, about a hundred stones dragged the hemp rope and smashed hard at the soldiers.

The soldiers turned pale in shock, and stood up with their large shields in front of them, and the whole body shrunk behind the shields.

This is a very correct way to deal with it, but the problem is that the other side throws too many stones, and they are too big.

In addition, when swinging, there is a centrifugal force bonus, and the rock comes over, no less than the heavy blow of a low-level warrior professional with a hammer.

The sound of dong dong dong sounded, and not long after the next time, the hands of the soldier holding the shield began to go numb, and then the whole person quickly retreated, hitting the soldier at the scene, and the formation suddenly became chaotic.

Then there are more stone statues swung over.

It didn't take long for their hands to crack and they couldn't hold the shield.

Then the sky filled with stones fell, and in less than a minute, there were not many of the more than 100 soldiers who could stand.

The few remaining soldiers who were able to run hurriedly fled backwards, but were soon caught by the supervising team and dragged in front of Old John.

Hearing the faint cheers coming from the trenches opposite, Old John snorted coldly.

Then he looked at the deserter who was kneeling on the ground, jumped off his horse, walked up to the cowering deserter, reached out and drew an arrow from the back.

The deserter snorted and did not dare to speak.

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

Such arrows, let alone iron armor, are difficult to pierce through even soft leather armor. Being injured by such arrows shows that the soldier is not very lucky.

"Holding this kind of weapon, dare to fight with us, the Golden Son's motivation is not ordinary." Old John snorted coldly: "But this kind of stone throwing attack is a bit new."

Little John said next to him: "Father, it seems that my plan is not good, so what should we do?"

Old John is both his father and the local city lord, and he decides who the heir will be. So the proud little John felt that it was not a bad thing to admit his incompetence in front of his father.

"The strong attack can definitely be defeated, but the terrain of these trenches is quite complicated, and we will lose a lot." Old John said coldly: "The son of gold is a little clever, but it's a pity that I have been fighting for decades. What kind of strategy? I've never seen it before. This trench formation is just a multi-wall formation in disguise. The difference is that one is built towards the sky and the other is dug towards the ground. The best way to deal with this situation is to attack by fire. Richard, go back and bring the baggage troops out and let the They brought in a lot of hay, fuel, and they brought the catapult out to me."

"I can't believe it. These trenches can also fire rocks."

An officer immediately took the team and turned back to the city.

Old John got back on his horse, and he looked at his son: "War is like this, testing each other, looking for opportunities, and splitting strategies, there is no such thing as a quick victory, if you feel impatient, you can rest for a while at the back. "

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

Old John nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing this, Little John breathed a sigh of relief. Although he is now the only heir on the surface, who knows if his father is elsewhere and he has no illegitimate children.

If you become the city lord yourself, there will definitely be two or three sons on the surface, but two or three more will be born in private. I am afraid that if the descendants on the surface are killed by the enemy, the descendants in the dark will be able to If you live, there may be a chance of a comeback.

Everyone waited here for a long time, and the trenches opposite seemed to have no movement.

It's just that somehow old John started to feel something was wrong.

An intuition that had been cultivated on the battlefield told him that the atmosphere was not right.

At this time, a soldier ran over and said breathlessly, "The city owner, the warship in charge of tracking the magician Roland and the priest Jett hit the ice floes. Both ships were destroyed, and Roland and Jett were nowhere to be found."

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

Little John felt a little strange: "How big is the ice floes that can crash the warships? It's the end of summer now, how is it possible!"

"Damn it!" Old John suddenly scolded: "We've been fooled, and quickly lead the soldiers back to the city."

Just when he said this, a burst of white light suddenly burst out behind him, almost suppressing the light of the sun.

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

It sounded like thunder.

Almost all the warhorses were so frightened and restless that they were almost unruly.

And the soldiers all looked in the direction of the city gate, all with pale faces.

You can see it from a distance, the city gate is gone!

Morale plummeted immediately.

PS: It's been two days since the update, I'm sorry.

The nature of my work is like this, the more holidays, the busier and less time I have. The 15th of August is okay, the next 11th, and the Spring Festival after that, is the time when people are really exhausted.

This also shows the importance of saving manuscripts, but the problem is that I really don't have manuscripts. I don't have that much time to write.

However, it can be updated normally from tomorrow until November!

I'll find a way to save some drafts before November. It's really hurtful to break the update. The new additions have dropped so much.