บท 158: Fall of a city

Alpheo's army surged onto the wall from every direction with relentless force, their elite soldiers, clad in armor, scaling the ladders with the frenzy of men already smelling victory. They did not need to worry about stones or arrows hitting them, as they had already cleaned the wall from any enemy, further allowing the rest of their comrades to safely access the top of the wall. Without any dangers, the men below quickly got above with the speed of a dog in heat, already hearing the call of their soon-to-be gold.

The defenders had fought hard, throwing stones, stabbing with spears, and doing everything they could have done to repel the invaders. But the sight of wave after wave of heavily armored men pouring onto the wall broke their already weak spirit.