Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 1020 - 606: Battle for the Bridge of Human God_3

Chapter 1020: Chapter 606: Battle for the Bridge of Human God_3

The Theser Kingdom had been plagued by wars for the past half-century, and militia training was extremely widespread. For many children, the first thing they learned to pick up was not a knife and fork for eating but a wooden sword for training. This was necessary for their self-preservation and survival. The journey of thousands of kilometers, plus a month of marching and training on the go, had thoroughly armed them both physically and mentally.

"Long spears! Stab!" These close-combat fighters were just pinning down these intruding enemies; they were not fighting alone.

At a command, countless long spears pierced out from all directions.

These long spears were not only from those armed immigrants who had pushed their way next to the tower war chariots but also a large part from the chariots themselves. The surfaces of these chariots were not empty but filled with fist-sized openings, large enough for long spears to jab through.

Restricted by the interior space of the tower war chariots, the spears were not fully retracted. More than half were sticking out, with only a part inside; thus, they looked like porcupines, only that the tips of the spears were originally tilted upwards to prevent injuring friendly forces. Now they were all leveled or angled downwards.

Faced with attacks from all directions, these Mad Frogmen had no room to dodge and were forced to use their exceptional jumping ability once more, attempting to leap out of the encirclement.

But in doing so, they made themselves easy targets in the air. The armed immigrant archers, who had originally held back, now drew their crossbows again and released their arrows. Many Mad Frogmen became bloody hedgehogs, crashing heavily to the ground. Even those who survived were greeted by a forest of long spears waiting below, which impaled them like sieves.

Seeing the dreadful fate of the Mad Frogmen in front, the ones behind immediately shrunk back, no longer daring to jump carelessly.

"Attack, attack, all-out attack!" The Blackscaled Lizardfolk, crouching behind and observing the situation, waved their throwing spears to urge the Mad Frogmen to launch another assault on the Conqueror Army. At the same time, they seized the moment to throw their spears, resulting in agonized screams coming from the ranks of the Conqueror Army; casualties began to appear among them.

Under the forceful drive of their masters, the Mad Frogmen had no choice but to continue their assault on the fortification of carts of the Conqueror Army. The spears protruding from the tower war chariots were still troublesome, but they only had to face one direction and did not worry about attacks from all angles.

Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!

More Mad Frogmen leaped over the bridge walls and onto the bridge surface, quickly forming a sizable corps. However, the number of Blackscaled Lizardfolk was not substantial, and not a single one of the massive Evil Fang Lizardfolk or Black Dragon Half-Dragon Lizardmen had been seen.

The force that rushed up was merely cannon fodder of the Lizardfolk Army, meant to entangle the Conqueror Army, test their combat strength, and also to tie down the heavy cart crossbow vehicles of the tower war chariots. To them, the killing power of these weapons was a bit too formidable.

Once the wavefront of the torrent passed, the water level began to drop rapidly. After all, it was not a real flood but a magical force stirred up by the Lizard Queen with the aid of her Lizardfolk Army. The nearly ten-meter-high giant wave was only a few hundred meters wide, and the remaining water level was not even half as high as the wave crest.

This was its disadvantage, but also its advantage, as it could change arbitrarily according to the whim of the Lizard Queen.

The Lizard Queen issued the command for the vanguard to become the rearguard once again. After the torrential flood had flowed hundreds of meters, it abruptly stopped, then surged back ferociously, slapping towards the Bridge of Human God once more. But compared to the first time, both the flow rate and the height of the flood had dropped significantly and could not reach the height of the bridge’s surface. Even magic had its limits, especially such violent collisions. Even the Lizard Queen could not effortlessly control more water to gather around her.

"All ballista carts, turn around and initiate saturation attack."

These cart heavy crossbow vehicles had blind spots in their firing range. Once the enemy got too close to the tower war chariots, they were helpless. This was the case with the Mad Frogman corps that had jumped onto the bridge.

Therefore, they disregarded them and focused on attacking the main body of the Lizardfolk Army amid the torrential waves.

For a while, a continuous, thundering twang of giant bows resonated over the Bridge of Human God.

As the flood wave was going upstream and was weakening progressively, the heavy crossbow vehicles had enough time to fire one or two more volleys, turning it into a genuine bloodbath, with the number of Mad Frogmen and Blackscaled Lizardfolk floating up belly-up exceeding hundreds.

"All servants, prioritize the destruction of the crossbows!" The Lizard Queen emerged and let out an angry roar.

She did not care how many Mad Frogmen died, but each lost Blackscaled Lizardfolk caused her pain. Not only because they carried her bloodline but also because they were an important component of her power. Whether it was manipulating water bodies or later controlling Tun Marsh or even further expanding the battle results, these loyal Blackscaled Lizardfolk were needed.

Ribbit ribbit! Ribbit ribbit!

Upon receiving the order, the eyes of the Mad Frogmen on the bridge turned red. They feared the Lizard Queen to the bone and dared not question or disobey her commands because they knew the fate of those who did defy her. Compared to such an end, death was a release.

They launched their jump attacks one after another, pouncing towards the top of the tower war chariots and the cart heavy crossbow vehicles.

For ordinary people, climbing atop the four-and-a-half-meter-high tower war chariots was an arduous task, difficult even with the help of ladders. But for the Mad Frogmen, it was merely a matter of a running jump.