Chapitre 170: Charge

"Don't be sorry. Real warriors sleep every minute they can, in times like this. Our attackers are making an attempt on the Bridge fort and the Lower Town, while, I assume, sending their warriors to look at what we built yesterday. Or perhaps to burn it."He sounded quite happy about the prospect.

Jia took a deep breath. An attendant put a cup of warm wine into his hand and he drank it off.

Wuyi leaned well out over the wall. "Loose!"he called.

The ballista in the western tower creaked, and the whole tower moved by the width of a finger.

"Hail shot. Watch this.'

Jia was no stranger to archery. This was like that, only multiplied many hundreds of times, with larger arrows. One arrow was taking out dozens of demons in one go.

"Again!"Wuyi called.

Down in the Bridge Castle, both of their heavy small ballistae loosed together, throwing arrows the size of a man's hand out into the trenches built the day before.