Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

The west wall is quieter than the east wall.

Mad was an old hunter. He pinned all the bone archers behind the crenellations and only fired when the goblins got close. The rain of arrows was dense and accurate, pinning the first few waves of goblins to the moat.

The goblins couldn't break through immediately, but Mad's militia was too few; the West Wall only had sixty men, and they couldn't withstand the continued attrition.

The remaining forty men were reserves, and Mad wouldn't dare use them unless it was absolutely necessary; that was the last chance for the western city wall to counterattack.

Mad squatted behind the crenellations to change his quiver. A militiaman next to him squatted down, clutching a knife wound on his arm. Blood seeped out from between his fingers. Mad tore off a piece of cloth and tied it tightly around his arm.

"Stop looking, keep shooting."

The south gate, guarded by Leonardo da Vinci, was the first to be breached, and the goblins' cheers were abruptly cut short.

They saw the second city gate, which happened to be at a 90-degree angle to the breached gate.

The giant goblin pushed the battering ram in, but it had to make a 90-degree turn before it could attack the other gate, a process that resulted in heavy losses.

Leonardo da Vinci had large quantities of straw and dry shrubs brought in, set on fire, and thrown into the barbican. Soon after, cries of agony rang out from inside the barbican.

Leonardo da Vinci didn't even order his men to continue shooting arrows. In less than ten minutes, the goblin army that had entered the barbican was completely wiped out, and even the siege rams were burned to charcoal.

The goblin at the city gate watched his companions being burned alive, then looked at the new city walls and gates, and the humans looking down from the walls.

For the first time, they felt a chill, and at the same time, they understood why the tribe had long forbidden them from attacking the city.

Such a city wall is impregnable, even if the entire tribe were to be sacrificed.

Who knows if there are still city walls inside?

The goblins on the south wall began to retreat, but were forced back by the oversight team in the next second.

When Leonardo da Vinci saw this, his eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately ordered someone to summon Thun.

After listening to Leonardo da Vinci's words, Thun's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he went to make arrangements without saying a word.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Thun lowered a rope from the side of the city wall and slid down.

He rolled upon landing to dissipate the impact, then hunched over and blended into the retreating goblin horde. He concealed his embroidered spring knife under his cloak, smeared ash on his face, and looked no different from any other cannon fodder fleeing for their lives.

Thun shouted in Goblin, "Look at the overseers! They're riding on our necks, forcing us to our deaths! The city's fallen! The spoils are all Dodok's, the women are all Dodok's, you won't even get a bone! If you don't run now, are you waiting to die?"

Thun's words finally made many wise goblins realize that something was wrong. They were going to die anyway, so why should they risk their lives for those big tribes?

A goblin from the oversight team swung his scimitar down, but Thun dodged to the side, snatched the hilt, and with a twist of the blade, stabbed it into the goblin's ribs.

The second one lunged at him from behind. Thun didn't turn around, but simply took a step forward, causing the opponent's knife to miss, and then swung his elbow back to smash the opponent's face.

The third, the fourth... Thun's movements became faster and faster, his embroidered spring knife slicing through the crowd with cold light.

When the ten overseers fell, the goblins around them had already backed away, looking at him with terrified eyes.

Thun held up the heads of the overseers in his hand.

"They're so weak, what gives them the right to control us?"

The supervisory team could no longer contain themselves. With a roar, they charged toward the goblins of the Two-Headed Bone Tribe.

Tu'en shouted, "Let those big tribes know how powerful our Two-Headed Bone tribe is! As long as we break through their defenses, we can escape and avoid going to our deaths!"

Sure enough, at Thun's roar, many big goblins charged forward, and the other two-headed goblins, after hesitating for a while, followed the oversight team.

The supervisory team had 500 people, and the Double-Headed Bone tribe, along with other miscellaneous small tribes, totaled more than 1,000.

Led by Thun and protected by the defenders on the city walls, the thousand goblins...

As expected, he directly scattered the 500-strong supervisory team. Compared to the goblins of other tribes fleeing in large strides, Thun simply wielded his sword and killed as many goblins as there were.

By the time Dodok sent a team of elite troops to arrive, Thun had already swaggered into the city through the inner city wall.

Ron walked up to the top of the barbican wall and stood inside the south gate, which had been cracked by the impact of the wooden battering.

Civil engineering work begins, with sand and gravel rising from the ground to fill the door frame area.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the south gate was completely blocked by sand. If the goblins wanted to break through the south gate, they could only dig the gate opening little by little. The gate opening was so thick that even if all two thousand defenders were put in, they might not be able to dig it through.

Ron dusted off his hands and said to Leonardo da Vinci, "You did a great job this time."

The goblins on the south wall fought a pointless battle, ultimately suffering total annihilation.

The situation on the east wall is better than that on the west wall.

Hilden deployed veterans from Wenger's territory to the front lines; these men had survived the goblin siege and knew how to survive a hail of arrows.

But the arrows on the east wall were being used up the fastest, and Mrs. Moriel had already sent them back for the third time.

Upon learning the news, Dodok immediately dispatched wolf riders to kill all the goblins fleeing to the south, using them as food.

However, this actually freed up the southern city wall, greatly reducing the pressure on Leonardo da Vinci.

Thun's firefighting team immediately went to provide support to other city walls.

The catapults that were originally going to attack from time to time in the south began to turn around and launch stones at other areas.

Dodok watched this scene, then coldly turned to Devon: "A city like this cannot be breached without sufficient siege equipment."

There are only two types of goblin siege equipment: siege ladders and battering rams. Although both are simple to manufacture, they require a very high quality of wood.

However, there are no building mages among the goblins, which means that these materials were accumulated little by little, and the loss is a loss that cannot be replenished unless Ashwood territory is breached and the losses are recovered from the territory.

The black-robed mage wisely took a step back, while his eyes darted back and forth across the surrounding camp, considering where they could break out fastest should Dodok really turn hostile.

Devon hurriedly reminded him, "Lord Dodok, if you are unwilling to lose your troops today, then from now on, there will be another fortified city here, which means that the activity space of all goblins will be compressed again."

Upon hearing this, Dodo glared fiercely at Ashwood.

"Retreat! We'll launch a surprise attack at night!"

Ron returned to the north wall and listened to Thun's report.

"How many did you kill?" Ron asked.

"Five hundred supervisory troops, and the defeated soldiers with double skulls... I don't know."

Ron nodded and looked toward the Dodok camp in the distance.

There were far fewer campfires than last night.

"How many people does Dodok have under his command now?"

Thun estimated: "The main force didn't move much, and then a lot more cannon fodder was added, but the south city suffered a major defeat. Including those who escaped tonight, there are probably less than seven thousand left."

Ron remained silent for a moment.

"That's not enough! We need to make him feel that if we keep fighting, even our key players will be lost."