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Chapter 969: Move

Chapter 969: Move

The sun was high in the sky.

But these werewolves, who are said to only appear on the night of the full moon, were not affected at all. Their sharp claws dug into the rammed earth city wall as if cutting tofu, and they climbed up using both hands and feet.

Governor Rumi's personal guards stared wide-eyed: "Your Excellency, these Tatars are nothing short of monsters who have sold their souls to the devil!"

Rumi raised an eyebrow: "What? Are you scared?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, and found that although he was shocked, he did not feel any fear.

Under normal circumstances, who wouldn't be afraid of such a terrifying monster attacking the city? Only these personal guards who had followed Rumi for a long time could barely pick up their weapons and fight.

Those town militiamen who had been conscripted for less than half a month were considered brave if they didn't wet their pants from fear.

Feeling somewhat ashamed under Rumi's mocking gaze, the guard suddenly drew his sword and exclaimed, "Afraid? What am I afraid of? I'll take on monsters too!"

Rumi smiled calmly and raised his hand, saying, "Sound the horn, let the Tatars experience our war machines!"

As the horns boomed, on the two towers protruding from the city wall at both ends, the crossbows were unmasked and aimed at the werewolf vanguard waiting to climb the wall.

These are the only thirty giant crossbows in the Hovezan warehouse. They use mechanical winches, can be operated by two people, and have astonishing destructive power.

It is said that thousands of such crossbows and hundreds of catapults were deployed on the walls of Neshapur, which had already been breached by the Tatars. It was with these weapons of war that Neshapur held out for a long time, inflicting heavy casualties on the Tatars.

Unfortunately, Nishapur was eventually captured, and its 170,000 inhabitants were slaughtered.

Rumi did not want Khovezan to end up the same way, but if the outcome was unavoidable, he hoped to inflict as much damage as possible on the Tatars.

Keng——

The bowstring vibrated like thunder, and the arrow pierced the air like a ghostly wail.

Thirty crossbow bolts, carrying an unstoppable wind pressure, flew towards the enemy below the city.

An elite soldier from the Ivan tribe felt his entire body momentarily suspended in mid-air. His iron-bound shield was pierced, and his body was skewered together with his companion beside him like candied hawthorns on a stick.

Despite being possessed by the wolf spirit, he was still alive despite the severe injury and struggled desperately to climb off the crossbow bolts.

"Put it back!"

Rumi coldly ordered: "First team, hold out for fifteen minutes! Second team, prepare cupping jars!"

When facing such an enemy, kerosene is the best weapon.

However, Hovezan's stockpile of fire pots was very limited, and this was only the first formal attack. He decided to risk human lives to personally assess the quality of these monsters.

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously turned his head to glance at Lothar, who was watching the game.

"Your Majesty, am I right to give the order this way?"

Lothar shook his head and said, "Go at your own pace. If your men can't hold them off, my knights will strike."

Behind the city walls, more than thirty knights of the Order, dressed in various colored cross cloaks, were sitting on the ground in a relaxed manner, silently praying before the battle. It was as if they were about to embark on a pleasant country sermon rather than a brutal battlefield.

Over the years, whether in the trials recorded in the combat logs or in the real-life demon hunting, they have dealt with countless monsters and evil spirits. These monsters that look like werewolves are really not a threat to them.

Rumi glanced back at the dragon lying in the town square like a small mountain, and his worries eased a bit. Even if the new emperor and his dragon couldn't take action, just standing here gave him a boost of confidence.

At this moment, the two sides on the city wall finally engaged in battle.

Nezami saw a head suddenly appear on the city wall, and without thinking, picked up his hammer and smashed it down.

The first detachment of Sassanid garrison consisted mostly of Gazi warriors who had followed Rumi in the "Gihad," or retainers of the Rumi governor's family who had served for generations. They were the only elite force in the city of Howezan.

Nezami was the captain of the first team, and Hovezan was a famous strongman.

With that hammer blow, he felt completely refreshed, as if his aging body had become much younger again.

He swore that he had used twice the force he had ever used before in that strike.

The werewolf wearing a helmet was smashed off the city wall. He tried to do the same again, but suddenly a sharp claw reached out from his side and grabbed the head of his warhammer.

Through the gap in the other person's helmet, he saw a pair of amber-colored beastly eyes.

"Damn it!"

The force coming from the other side was astonishing, but Nezami was also enraged. He gripped his warhammer tightly and roared, "What are you standing there for? Kill this monster!"

Before he could finish speaking, swords and blades swarmed forward, piercing the werewolf's lamellar armor through the gaps, turning it into a pincushion.

Blood was splattered everywhere.

But the werewolf was still not dead. With a slap, a crisp crack was heard, and the head of a Sassanid soldier, along with his helmet, was dented. The werewolf then suddenly stretched its blood-red maw toward Nezami's head.

The stench of the breath hit him hard, and Nezami barely had time to hold his warhammer in front of him to block the bite.

ka ka ka-

The werewolf's fangs gnawed at the wooden handle of the warhammer, sending wood chips flying, and the clanging of the fangs made a teeth-grinding sound.

click-

A Sassanid soldier chopped off the werewolf's head from behind with an axe. Only half of the head was severed, and a large pool of blood gushed out of the cavity, filling Nezami's mouth and making him so disgusted that he wanted to vomit his own intestines out.

"Pass this message down: these werewolves must have their heads cut off before they die!"

He hurriedly stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The intensity of the battle far exceeded Nezami's expectations. Given the terrain of Hovezan, the enemy could only deploy a limited number of troops at a time, but these werewolves broke through that constraint.

Although these werewolves were still outnumbered in each small battlefield, the difference in strength between the two sides was enormous.

If it weren't for the crossbows on the towers on both sides firing, so many werewolves swarming onto the city walls would probably have already established a safe foothold and continued to expand their territory.

"Kill them! Kill all these freaks!"

Nezami, his face covered in blood, roared as he charged at a new werewolf.

But just as he rushed up, on the other side, a werewolf who had just climbed onto the city wall had a glint of clarity in its beastly eyes. It seemed to recognize Nezami's identity as a different kind of garrison, and it actually put down the enemy in front of it and leaped towards Nezami.

A gust of evil wind swept in towards Neizami.

He instinctively rolled forward and looked back to see an incredibly burly werewolf, whose muscles stretched taut over his armor, charging toward him.

This werewolf was clearly no ordinary creature. As soon as the soldiers of the garrison who wanted to support Nezami approached, they were all slapped away by it. No soldier who was blocking its way could withstand its casual slap.

Nezami hurriedly stood up, his hand gripping the warhammer trembling slightly: "Damn it, what kind of monster is this?"

Even a living person weighing over 200 pounds in armor would be like a ball to him, easily swatted away!

"Protect the Captain!"

Several soldiers hurriedly stood in front of Nezami, but they could not give him any sense of security. The eyes of those soldiers, which seemed to be those of hunters who were above their species, made his heart feel as if it were being squeezed by something indescribable.

boom--

Once the werewolf got close, it immediately launched a charge.

It was like an unstoppable chariot, and any soldier who stood in its way was thrown away without question. When the sharp claws came, Nezami only had time to swing the warhammer in his hand with all his might.

But he had no idea that this would have any effect.

That's exactly what happened.

In an instant, the wooden handle of the warhammer shattered with a crack, and the hammerhead spun and flew up, smashing the head of an unlucky garrison soldier. Nezami was also slammed against the wall, his chest tight and unable to move for several moments.

He stared at the unstoppable werewolves, who seemed to have descended like demons, and gasped for breath: "You damned monsters, hell is your only destination!"

A hint of mockery flashed in the werewolf's eyes, and then he raised his claws without hesitation.

But just as it was about to strike, a kite-shaped shield with a black background and a white cross blocked its way.

The knight's voice rang out with some confusion: "There's no dark aura, so what kind of werewolf is this?"