The walkway on the city wall was filled with shouts and screams, with middle-aged and elderly civilians, mostly without armor, moving along the parapets. Each showed high levels of tension; some picked up the few remaining wooden and stone blocks from the ground and hurled them fiercely down the city, while others used iron forks to push the wooden ladders away with all their might...
The prolonged and intense fighting had exhausted them, making their reactions sluggish. Occasionally, some were struck by javelins flying through the air, screaming as they fell. Those nearby showed no visible sorrow or fear, as if they had grown accustomed to it. Civilians would carry the screaming wounded down from the city walls…
On the other side of the parapets sat a neat row of fully armed soldiers. They watched their compatriots fight continuously with complex expressions, hands tightly gripping shields and long spears…
