Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1200 - 324 Boulder Formation_2

Chapter 1200: Chapter 324 Boulder Formation_2

Not only was Rommel distressed, but Prince Kahn was also racking his brains. After counting the number of enemy siege catapults, His Highness gritted his teeth for a long while before ultimately cursing indistinctly in frustration.

The might of siege catapults is universally known, fierce enough to turn even an Orephin with stone-hard skin into a crushed skull if hit by a hurled boulder. Atop the ancient city ruins’ walls—without even a parapet—and with the inner city a plain of loose sand, the defensibility was truly lamentable. If they fought openly, wouldn’t it be an overestimation of their own strength?

"This time it’s for real!" Liu Zhenhan observed the enemy’s siege catapults while gesturing to illustrate the geography within the ancient city ruins. Ultimately, a sense of calm settled over him—after all, siege catapults worked like mortars; their attack principle was the same. Moreover, the ancient city ruins had been carved out from Magnetic Mountain, especially near the mountain cave area, where the slope of the massive mountain face made it impossible for indirect fire to be a threat.

Cannon fire could never be the main force in a siege; in the end, the Mulanese would have to send soldiers into the inner city. Liu Zhenhan had prepared for a hand-to-hand combat confrontation on the open ground.

"Really?" Prince Kahn raised his eyebrows.

"Of course!" Liu Zhenhan smiled assuredly at His Highness, "This ancient city is a grinding stone! The Mulanese will have to pour their forces in bit by bit. From the city tower to the inner city, there are only ten step-ladders, and compared to us, the Mulanese will never have any advantage in local forces!"

"Good! There’s no harm in a real fight with real swords!" Prince Kahn also knew that this situation was inevitable, but he was not as composed as His Excellency. Spurred on by these words, his fighting spirit surged—could the vine-armored Beamon warriors not defeat the unarmored Mulanese? When it comes to brute strength, the strong Beamon species combined with the Difeng Giants, is there any rival in this world?

Under the command of officers, the Beamon warriors lined up fifty yards in front of the mountain cave, forming the Crescent Battle Formation. Apart from the elite warriors prepared for melee combat, all irrelevant personnel, including archers and priests, retreated into the mountain cave. At this location, they were beyond the range of a bow and arrow—Immortal Thorns were not standard arrows. These makeshift arrows could only maintain accuracy within a hundred yards; at the current distance of over three hundred yards, they had no way to threaten the Mulanese troops storming the city walls anymore. Only during a battle between the two armies could these archers come into play.

The massive mountain cave brought immeasurable benefits to Beamon. Firstly, supplies and mounts were all concentrated and stored inside. The Mulanese could not fathom the details of Beamon’s forces through aerial reconnaissance. After slaughtering all the bloodsucking bats, the Beamon warriors, if they couldn’t endure the chill of the night, could also take shelter in the cave. Once accustomed to the stench of bat droppings, one would ignore the smell when life and death are at stake.

The current Beamon warriors, from generals to soldiers, from priests to followers, were all disheveled, which was unavoidable. It wasn’t just to confuse the Mulanese; mainly, no one was willing to waste precious water on washing.

"Mari! How is it?" Liu Zhenhan, rolling up his megaphone, shouted to the sky, scanning for the Mulanese Elves’ young prince. The Beamon warriors also looked up eagerly.

"They’re about to arrive! I can see them organizing their formations! There are a lot of them this time!" Prince Mari pulled on the reins, and the Unicorn climbed higher like ascending a staircase.

"Everyone, prepare!" Prince Kahn brandished his golden greatsword, the sound reverberating thrillingly through the mountain cave.

Duty of combat command fell to His Highness. Prior to this, His Highness had delivered a long and stirring speech, igniting fiery blood among all the Beamon warriors. Now, the most elite Beamon warriors were ready to fight in the open field—no one else could compare with them.

Today, leading the charge would be the command headquarters’ armored assault team. Three hundred and thirty-two Orephin hammer wielders and Pier axe bearers had been waiting for a long time. They were the strongest and heaviest notes under Prince Kahn’s baton. Miraculously, although they had lost their armor, they had managed to retain their weapons—bronze hammers and giant bronze axes! These heavy weapons favored mass over material quality, which is why bronze was used in their manufacture instead of steel. This situation not only reflected the painfully awkward state of Bimon Kingdom’s arms manufacturing but also filled the assault team with fearless courage and envy from their comrades.

Beyond them, only warriors like Prince Lionheart and Gortani, who crafted their weapons from rare metals, could maintain their "second lives."

Over two cohorts of Summer Palace Antelope Warriors formed the backbone of the group, and Prince Kahn had realized their true identity since they practiced "gladiatorial combat"—they weren’t Minotaur from some alien continent; they were pure-blooded Beamon! These warriors were tireless all-rounders; any who faced them were bound to go mad. Assisting them were over two hundred Tauren and hundred-and-fifty Wereboar warriors, all brimming with courage!