Everyone knows what they're going to do and how they're supposed to do it. This quality has

  been cultivated through years of fighting. For a hundred years, hundreds of thousands of orcs

  had fertilized the Roaring plains north of Moonhaven. The grass has always grown well there,

  but horses that eat it are liable to get sick, get hot, and even die. It was said to be a wicked

  curse which the orcs planted with their own blood.

  The Moon Harbor had also paid a heavy price in the years of fighting. The cemetery to the

  south of the city was lined with tombstones in memory of the dead soldiers, and covered a

  hundred meters high and low hill. But this kind of battle, but far less tenacious than the vitality

  of the Moon Port city. After the baptism of war again and again, the Moon Port City still stands

  in the north of the sacred Greafury, strong in the face of the great wind of the roaring plain,

  and the test again and again.

  Every city with history has its own spirit. When you see the tough-looking guards above the

  wall facing north, and then look behind them at the cemetery of the martyrs at the far south

  of the city, you will understand the spirit of the city. There are countless martyrs watching,

  how can we not try our best to fight?

  There is perhaps one man in this city who does not understand this spirit at all, who thinks

  that having a strong spirit is a weight to the victory of the battle, but it is far from a guarantee

  of victory. Without a correct fighting concept and strategy, you can only send these excellent

  fighters into the jaws of the tiger. This is an absolute and huge waste.

  Vincent stood where he had observed the battle the day before, but this time there was no

  one at his side. Both Sir Murray and Knight Mond went to the front line of the wall, especially

  as Knight Mond was in charge of the trebuchet Group. Vincent stood alone at the top of the

  wall, holding his staff tightly in his hand.

  As the sun began to rise in the sky, the giants finally made their move. They lined up and

  marched toward the tall walls of the Moon Harbor City.

  The residents of the city gasped. It was a very different scene from the orc attack. Rows of

  giants, tall as hills, came at you with neat steps, one at a time, all at an unchanging pace. The

  thick walls may be tall for the orcs, but they are pale in comparison with the giants.

  The heavy footsteps made Moon Harbor tremble in the distance, and Vincent felt the vibration

  on the walls. This is the usual trick of giants, the neat step is the first weapon they use to break

  the mind of the enemy. Mage looked from a distance, this giant team, there are a large

  number of stone giants, each person behind the bag is also full of big pockets, it seems that

  the contest of long-range weapons will be the key to the victory of the battle.

  There are 400 meters away, this time, the moon port city began to rage.

  "Let go! The trebuchet attack begins. A flag representing the trebuchet brigade was hoisted

  across the city, so that all the trebuchets of the city, wherever they were on the wall, attacked

  at the same time.

  Almost fifty of the great trebuchet dropped their ammunition in an instant, and a black rain

  of stone flew over the giants' line.

  The giant team did not stop at all, but the stone giant stood out and stood in front of the

  team. They threw down their pockets and kept their eyes fixed on the flying stone.

  The stones made a beautiful arc in the air and fell upon the flesh and blood of their enemies.

  The stone giant stretched out his arms and opened his huge palms to catch the flying stone

  bullets.

  The great impact from their arms made the giant's muscles stretch and shake like springs,

  and turned the force of the instant impact into a continuous pressure that would have been

  easy for a strong giant. They only took half a step back, and the attack was completely

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  neutralized.

  Instead of setting the stone down, the giants raised it above their heads, let out a loud shout,

  and threw it back with the power of their arms.

  Unfortunately, the power of the giants was great, but it could not reach the distance of the

  trebuchet, which had the advantage of height. The projectiles from Moonport fell about two

  hundred meters from the city walls.

  Then, from 400 meters to 200 meters, how many giants can be killed became the key to

  deciding the outcome of the game.

  The trebuchet command flag at the head of the Moon Harbor spun and waved three times,

  then pointed to the right flank of the Giants. As it swung up and down again, the trebuchet

  of Moonhaven launched its second attack. This time, all the trebuchets were aimed at the

  right side of the Giants' line.

  Even if the giants could catch the thrown stones, how many could they catch again? Before

  the stone giants in the middle could rush to the right to help, the stones poured down like

  rain in the orderly line. Some of the giants caught the first stone, only to be knocked over by

  incoming stones or live bullets flying from the side. And the giants of the hill, they were just

  fine with some small rocks, but the ammunition fired by the giant trebuchet was more than

  they could handle. They were just targets, big ones too.

  There was a rumbling sound, a vibration that far outweighed the sound of the giant's steps.

  It was the sound of Moonport City. Many of the soldiers were leaning over the walls, excitedly

  observing the battle in the distance.

  Vincent was also watching the battle. He was shocked by the way the giants were being

  crushed. After all, being able to anticipate such a situation and seeing such a fierce battle with

  one's own eyes were two very different things.

  "Let it go! Moonport City fires a third wave of stone bullets, this time targeting the opposing

  center.

  When the giants could not bear the humiliation of being beaten passively, they also threw

  out their ammunition. Unfortunately, not a single stone could threaten the walls of Moon

  Harbor.

  After the fourth round of casting, the giants retreated.

  All month the Harbour City erupted in triumphant cheers. For a long time, the attack of the

  giants has been weighing on the hearts of the residents, this threat from the unfamiliar race,

  this insecurity brought by the unknown has been hanging over the hearts of Hong Kong

  people every month. Today, everyone has seen and felt the giant's mighty power; At the same

  time, everyone today saw the strength of the Moon Harbor City, saw the situation of the giant

  running away in panic, and the confidence of victory filled everyone's heart again.

  Vincent mounted his shadow horse and, with the help of his invisibility spell, went up into the

  sky above the battlefield.

  The ground was covered with mangled flesh, and the purple blood soaked the ground of

  Whistling Plains, turning the last autumn grass black. Limbs were here and there, and some

  were still intermittently attached to bodies that had become fleshy. Where the huge stone

  bullets hit, they formed a crater, and the nearby blood poured in, and one dark purple stone

  crater was lined up on the battlefield. The giant left behind about a hundred bodies this time.

  But it was an effective blow to their morale and strength.

  Vincent turned round again. He did not dare to go after the Giants when his invisibility was

  about to fail. He flew back to Moonport, where, except for the guards, who were still standing

  at their posts, the rest of the city was already in jubilation.

  The giants had not even done Moonhaven any harm, and were forced to retreat. So, even if

  the giants charge, they will leave a large number of bodies on the Roaring Plain, and no real

  threat to the walls. Victory is predictable.

  But can victory really be foreseen? Something was wrong with Vincent...