"I truly underestimated them. Haha." Kailar shook his head, chuckled, and looked at the parchment in his hand, then his gaze drifted to the sea, where the sails and masts of ships, with their fluttering banners, were faintly visible.
"Reinforcements...?" Kailar lowered his head, looking at the intelligence reports that had just arrived, and shook his head: "I didn't expect them to split their forces and advance. Interesting! This is truly too interesting!"
Kailar chuckled, his expression hardening, a slight frown on his brow: "However, this will put a lot of pressure on Father. Can they hold out? No, that's not right!" Kailar suddenly smiled and shook his head: "Their increased strength will only intensify their internal divisions. Father, don't be intimidated by their numbers. They only need three days, no, they only need to hold on for one more day, and they will split!"
Hold on, Father!
Kailar looked with concern towards Red Leaf Ridge. He was alone now and couldn't stop the enemy's landing, but he also had no way to mobilize other Knights to annihilate this force. Kailar's plan, even with the enemy's increased numbers, would still be carried out, because Kailar firmly believed his plan had no flaws, only needing precise execution... Kailar's eyes showed worry, hoping they could execute it... This was the classic case of man proposes, God disposes.
Kailar shook his head, watching the Barbarians, like ants, begin to land. He mentally calculated, estimating about three hundred thousand. He shook his head. With so many ships piled up in the harbor, he only needed five hundred Knights to directly burn these ships, causing widespread panic and chaos. At this point, to divide and conquer them... Kailar shook his head. This would only drive the Barbarians into a greater frenzy. If the ships were destroyed, Camelot would be subjected to the abuse of over five hundred thousand Barbarians. This did not align with Kailar's original goal of annihilation. Kailar shook his head and abandoned this tempting idea.
After these people landed, they were immediately led by the Barbarians who had stayed behind, rushing towards Red Leaf Ridge.
Because she had cavalry, Artoria, who received the news immediately, changed her expression but was unable to support Grand Duke Andrei.
"Hold on, Grand Duke!" Artoria, silently praying, was incredibly anxious, but she had learned patience and endurance from Kailar. When a lion faces its prey, it attacks in a group, but she had to endure, to endure! Waiting for the prey to arrive.
It must be said that the arrival of reinforcements invigorated the entire Barbarian allied army. They had lost too many people and expended too much strength at the foot of this city. Their arrival was undoubtedly a powerful stimulant, greatly boosting the morale of the entire Barbarian allied army.
And the attacks became even more ferocious.
Grand Duke Andrei, left with no choice, could only have five thousand Red Leaf Guards divided into two groups, leading the remaining thirty thousand militiamen to defend the city.
Here, one could see the art of city defense. If it were Kailar, he would divide them into three groups, greatly increasing rest time. Moreover, at this point, there was no meaning in hiding one's capabilities; the devices he invented and the Knights should have already ascended the city walls.
Grand Duke Andrei was more conservative. He chose to reserve the Knights, rolling tung oil, gravel, and battering rams for unforeseen circumstances. For Grand Duke Andrei, it was far from the limit.
The attack began again, but Artoria did not appear on the city walls. In an effort to maintain the image of her mother, she had gone six days without sleep. Mordred, forced by Grand Duke Andrei to sleep, had her mind filled with the earth-shattering cries of battle.
"Creak, creak..." The castle gate, slowly being pushed open by the thick logs carried by many Berserkers, began to crack, and the crack slowly widened.
The Barbarians swarmed in excitedly, for what followed was slaughter and plunder!
Even Bonaparte, even Brown, even Inglish couldn't help but show excitement when facing this city that had withstood the fierce assault of two hundred thousand people for six days. However, when the first thirty or so people dropped their huge mallets and rushed into the city, they stared dumbfounded, their limbs turning cold, at the giant monster before them: a body cast entirely of steel, with crescent-shaped blades at the front, arranged in three rows—upper, middle, and lower. In other words, there was no way to avoid such a thing. And most terrifyingly, this thing had six wheels, iron wheels and axles ensuring its mobility, and the gleaming crescent blades were pointed directly at them... Gurgle, gurgle... The wheels made a sound, then suddenly began to accelerate... "AAA!!" One man at the front screamed, dropped his axe, and ran backward. Like a signal, the Berserkers who had rushed in all dropped their weapons and fled backward.
But behind them were over twenty thousand warriors eager to swarm in. How could a mere thirty-odd people defy fate?
Everyone was squeezed together. The Berserkers anxiously tried to push their way out but were blocked by the crowd. They only heard the vehicle finally begin to accelerate. Behind the vehicle was a group of strongmen selected from the militiamen.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang..." The vehicle started to move.
After a violent jolt, the vehicle suddenly surged forward, then, using the slope of the terrain, it rapidly slid out the gate.
Outside the gate, Barbarians were squeezed into a mass, unable to retreat or push forward... With its sharp crescent blades, the vehicle quickly crushed the Barbarians, dragging a long trail of blood as it burst out of the gate.
No one was thrown flying; all the Barbarians were directly cut into six pieces and then ground into a bloody pulp. The hellish scene directly caused the thirty thousand Barbarians attacking the city to collapse, and the newly arrived Barbarians were even more terrified, trembling as they learned a harsh lesson—this was absolutely not some plundering paradise, but an invading hell!