Chapter 68: Paper-wrapped Medicine
The barbarians are mad—the Paratu People were certain of it.
The Terdon Tribe no longer distinguished between a main attack or a feint; they besieged the Bridgehead Fortress from three sides relentlessly.
More than twenty Centurion squads rotated into battle, with the Barbarian Chief personally leading his guard to supervise the fight.
The fleeing Herders couldn't run a few steps before they were shot down by a hail of arrows.
To advance was to die, to retreat was the same; the barbarians, too, were seeing red.
With the chevaux-de-frise in the front not yet fully cleared, those at the back brought out crudely made ladders to storm the fortress walls.
At first, they tried to fill in the ditch with earth, but that was far too slow.
So the barbarians simply pushed horse and human corpses into the trenches, using ladders shielded with planks as makeshift bridges.
After all, this was just a temporary fort, with walls not tall enough and moats not deep enough.