Survival of the Nation: I Can Specify the Items That Will Drop

The wolf-headed battering ram, propelled by dozens of garrison soldiers, finally approached the west gate and stopped twenty meters away from it.

"pull!"

The leader of the five hundred soldiers roared, and dozens of soldiers roared in unison, their muscles bulging as they frantically pulled on the iron chains.

The wolf-headed iron hammer was slowly pulled backward, accumulating immense power.

"put!"

The chains have come loose.

"boom!!!"

The hammer slammed into the purple city gate, producing a deafening roar that shook the entire west gate.

The defensive runes on the city gate flickered violently, and the flowing purple light dimmed for a moment.

【Durability 20000/20000 → 19900/20000】

On the city wall, a disciple of the Demonic Sect looked pale.

"One hammer blow... and a hundred coins were lost?"

The person next to him swallowed hard: "Is that a battering ram or an ancient ferocious beast?"

"Stop your damn sentimentality!" a black-robed steward rushed out of the arrow tower, shouting shrilly, "Rockets! Fire rockets! Burn that carriage!"

More than a dozen stone-cracking bows were simultaneously aimed at the city below, their arrowheads wrapped in strips of cloth soaked in kerosene, which ignited into clusters of dark red flames.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The arrow fell and struck the wooden frame of the battering ram, sparks flying.

As soon as the flames flared up, several soldiers rushed forward with wet cloths and sandbags, their movements as practiced as if they were tending to a fire in front of their own stove.

With a pat of a damp cloth and a press of a sandbag, the newly lit flame was extinguished by half with a "poof".

One of the soldiers, slapping and cursing, yelled, "These bastards! Fine, shoot arrows, but why the hell are they setting fires?! Come down here and fight me one-on-one if you dare!"

A centurion nearby burst into laughter, slapping out the last flickering flame: "What's the rush? Once we're in, we'll stuff all these torches back into their trousers and show them what it's like to have your ass on fire!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and dozens of crossbow °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° bolts shot towards the city wall, forcing back several archers who had come out to peek out.

Inside a command tower on the city wall.

A demonic general dressed in black robes stared intently at the battering ram below, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Damn it! This battering ram is purple quality. At this rate, the outer city gate will be smashed to scrap metal in less than three hours!"

He turned his head sharply, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Send the order! Deploy five Three Fiend Cloud Piercing Crossbows specifically to bombard that vehicle!"

"yes!"

Beneath the city wall, beside the battering ram.

"Watch out! The ballistae on the city wall have turned around!"

Before a soldier's shout had even faded, fifteen massive iron arrows, like fifteen raging black dragons, swooped down from five directions on the city wall simultaneously.

The sound of air being torn apart was continuous, as if a hole had been ripped open in the entire sky.

"Raise shields! Protect the vehicle!"

Dozens of soldiers instantly retreated, and the tower shields slammed into the mud with a series of "bangs".

However, the area covered by the fifteen giant arrows was too large; no matter how dense the shield formation was, it couldn't block them all.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three giant arrows struck the tower shield in front, denting the shield surface instantly. The garrison soldier holding the shield suffered broken arms and was thrown into the air by the force, spraying a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

"ah!"

Two giant arrows pierced through the gaps in the shield formation. One arrow pierced the thigh of a young soldier, while the other pierced the chest and abdomen of two soldiers, pinning them to the ground like a string of candied hawthorns.

Blood gushed out from the arrow shaft; the man wasn't quite dead yet, his hands still limply gripping the mud.

"Xiao Qi! Damn it!" An old soldier next to him, his eyes red, tried to go over and pull him away, but as soon as he took a step, another huge arrow grazed the back of his neck, pinning a soldier behind him to the carriage frame.

"Stop the chaos! Fill in the spaces! Fill in the spaces for me!" The centurion's voice was hoarse, but it calmed the panicked crowd back down.

"Medic! Someone here is still alive! Quick!"

"Forget the wounded! Protect the vehicle! If the vehicle is destroyed, all those deaths will have been for nothing!"

"Damn it! These demonic sect bastards are really using the Cloud Piercing Crossbow like a bow and arrow!"

A second-stage awakened being charged forward wielding a tower shield. Just as the shield was firmly planted, a giant arrow slammed into its surface.

He leaned back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but his legs seemed rooted to the spot, stubbornly holding him up.

"Old Zhang! Are you alright?"

"I won't die!" Old Zhang wiped his mouth, his face a mixture of blood and sweat.

Dozens of soldiers had already fallen around the battering ram; some were convulsing in pools of blood, while others had already lost consciousness.

The crossbow bolts continued to fall, each time shattering shields and causing figures to fall.

But whenever someone falls, someone else immediately takes their place, stepping on their fallen comrades to raise the shield again.

"boom!"

The battering ram struck the city gate again, reducing its durability by another hundred.

On the city wall, the commander's face darkened even further.

"Keep shooting! Don't let those ants breathe!" he growled.

"My lord! The ballista needs time to reload!" The demonic sect disciple next to him was sweating profusely, his hands trembling.

"Then use the stone-crushing bow! Use stones! Use kerosene! Throw whatever you can get your hands on! I want that cart completely deserted!"

Below the city, oil canisters and stones began to rain down along with arrows. A soldier was hit on the helmet by a stone, his head tilted to the side, and he fell to the ground.

"Keep smashing!"

At the centurion's command, the wolf-headed hammer was pulled up to its highest point once again.

"boom!"

Another piece of wood splintered from the city gate.

The two sides then engaged in a back-and-forth battle near the west gate, with the battering ram being pushed back and then pushed up again.

An hour later, the city gate's durability dropped by 16,000.

Two hours later, the durability had dropped to just over 500.

The defensive runes on the city gate had faded to almost invisible, and the entire purple gate was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it would shatter if hit again.

The demonic general finally lost his temper. He drew his sword and roared down at the city walls, "Open the drawbridge! Get out of the city! Destroy the battering ram!"

The West Gate drawbridge suddenly dropped, the heavy bridge planks crashing onto the moat and raising a cloud of dust.

Thousands of outer sect disciples poured out of the city gate, each activating the Blood Shadow Step, their figures leaving afterimages, and rushed towards the battering ram like a pack of mad dogs.

Some were armed with knives, some with sticks, and some were completely unarmed, their eyes filled with a murderous glint.

"Oh no! They're going to destroy the battering ram!"

"Retreat! Protect the battering ram!"

Seeing this, the surrounding soldiers quickly pushed the battering ram backward.

But the thousands of outer disciples were too fast, and they rushed to our side in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph, trying to run? Too late!"

A demonic sect disciple grinned maliciously, his hands glowing with a blood-red light, and lunged at a soldier pushing a cart.

"Blood Coagulation Claw!"

However, just as he was about to touch the soldier, a cold glint flashed from the side.

"Pfft!"

A head shot into the sky.

"who?"

Before the headless corpse could even fall, an Awakened wielding twin swords landed beside him, flicking the blood off his blades and scoffing, "That's it? Blood Shadow Step? I could cut you down with my eyes closed!"

"Brothers, kill them! These bastards dare to come out and die, so let them have their way!"

"kill!"

Thousands of Qin elite soldiers, who had been waiting for a long time, simultaneously pulled the triggers of their crossbows, and arrows rained down like an iron-colored storm, pouring out towards that bloody afterimage.

The outer disciples who were at the forefront fell in droves, their bodies rolling into a heap due to inertia.

Those behind them continued to charge forward, stepping over the corpses of their fellow disciples, like a wave of blood crashing against a reef, the stench of blood filling the air.

"Qin crossbow formation! Triple volley!"

After three rounds of arrow rain, three or four hundred outer disciples fell, but they still numbered in the thousands and charged into the elite troops' formation with undiminished momentum.

"Form ranks!"

"halberd!"

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