The walls surrounding the Main Orc Tribe were solid and imposing, but they couldn't stand as an obstacle in front of them forever. When morning came and the conflict started, Nafız knew what she would do.
When the siege army took its position and switched to battle mode, the enemy ranks had also taken their places on top of the walls, waiting for the first move with the morale given by yesterday. Another reason for the movement made on the first day was to detect the presence of enemies from outside the continent waiting for support. While charging the tribe now looking like a city, scouts had also scanned a distance of at least two days and sent the news that it was clean.
Therefore, Alyon and his army deemed it appropriate to finish the job on the second day. Nafız also accepted this with the effect of a distress suddenly descending upon her. Actually, although she was in favor of fighting a little more and letting orcs handle this job with their own wrist strength, the internal distress causing her to assume an unjustified gloomy mood ensured she supported this decision.
It was an interesting situation; it was the first time she experienced this feeling since being born in her new world, and since she had experienced it only once in her previous life and couldn't forget the result throughout her life, she threw her plan aside and followed the herd.
Nafız had suffered the same distress on the night she lost her family. She went to bed to sleep but couldn't sleep, sat down to eat but couldn't chew and swallow a bite, said let me play a game but threw the controller away before a few minutes passed.
This situation continued until she woke up in the morning and received the bad news. While experiencing the same feelings again now, she skipped the pleasure part of the business and ordered the bombardment to start in the most intense way. Compared to yesterday, there was a big change; not many shots were fired at the wide face of the wall facing them, as if this region was specifically isolated.
Defense forces wanting to prevent orc warriors trying to climb up from the edges with their arrows concentrated on this region; they weren't letting anyone breathe. The Main Orc Tribe commanders were in high spirits; thanks to this mistake made, protecting the wall they were on had become child's play.
Complacency was a very bad habit for orcs as it was for humans. Wild orcs living under the guidance of their instincts especially due to their nature didn't hesitate at all to get used to this comfort.
This was the most important reason why they didn't see the four new weapons arriving among the catapults. Even though they were covered with cloths, cannons almost four steps high that would fire ice marbles had been brought to their places without anyone noticing.
A few breaths later, a shrill horn sound rose. Everyone in Alyon and Çekiçdöven's armies knew what this meant. They immediately stopped the attack and started retreating at full speed.
On the defense side unaware of the truth, this event was met with great joy. They were accompanying the fleeing enemy with their arrows and curses. While orc warriors clustered in the middle of the walls were having fun with joy and making hand gestures to the enemy, Nafız and Alyon were watching them with feelings of pity.
"Do you see the brainless ones? They are uneducated enough to believe that their enemies, who squeezed them into a tiny piece of land, would make such a mistake at the most critical time. This is our real enemy; not our kin whose flesh and bone we will cut, but their ignorance ingrained in their brains, blood!"
Alyon was truly making a classy speech. While taking the wind out of the sails of his warriors angered by insults and curses coming from defense ranks, he was throwing another log onto the fire inside them.
"These guys got really heated! Give them ice, let them cool off!"
After Nafız's words, orcs standing at the head of the new weapons tore off the covers on them. Cannons shining fiercely under the sunlight, with ice-blue patterns occasionally winking on their dark black metal bodies, were revealed.
"Fire!"
Alyon gave the attack order, and a breath later, accompanied by sounds resembling thunder, four cannons were fired. Ice marbles were flying towards the region where enemy archers gathered, resembling hail falling.
When they saw the objects coming towards them, warriors weren't actually afraid; all they had to do was crouch down and ensure the walls protected them. It was impossible for tiny things to affect the walls that protected them against giant rocks for a whole day.
When ice marbles hit the giant wall like raindrops hitting glass under a downpour, the temperature of the environment dropped suddenly. Those among the archers unaware of what was happening leaning on the wall started freezing rapidly. The process was so fast that within a few breaths, the front of the wall and most of the warriors on it turned into frozen statues.
"Catapults, fire at will!"
Since a part of the wall froze, the properties of the material here deteriorated and became brittle. Siege armies couldn't miss this opportunity to overcome the biggest obstacle in front of them.
Giant rocks fell on the ice-covered area where sunlight refracted on it and turned into reflections of every color. Saying one, two, three, five, this ceaseless downpour continued until the wall cracked and collapsed as a huge piece.
"Archers!"
When the frozen part of the wall collapsed, a cloud of dust and ice would cover the surroundings. In these moments when visibility dropped almost to zero, the biggest mistake to make would be attacking blindly. The commanders of the siege armies were warriors graduated from the Orc Military Academy. They immediately readied the archers in their units and rained arrows on the region to kill survivors until they understood what happened.
When the attack ended, the dust and ice cloud surrounding the area was slowly dispersing. Now Alyon's side would see the results of the plan they made better. They had to use one of the limited daily shooting rights of the new weapons, but it wouldn't take long for them to understand it was worth it.
The collapsed part was spreading over a wide area. Even in this state, the content of the debris, almost having the height of an adult orc, had a blood-curdling appearance. There were thousands of orc corpses here. Since each one was torn to pieces, this number would seem like tens of thousands to witnesses. The structure that emerged was like an experimental art piece made of metal, ice, and orc flesh.
The defense front was the first to react among the two sides in shock, albeit for different reasons. While commanders at the head of warriors shouted like crazy, they wanted to send their units to defense position in front of the opened hole.
Attack-type mechanical tools hidden inside the walls were also being moved in front of the gap formed in the wall at full speed. While making this decision to prevent the first attack wave, the commanders of the Main Orc Tribe didn't hesitate even for a breath.
In these moments, the siege army was in silent preparation; new ones were brought covered next to the cannons collapsing the wall. Unfortunately, the Main Orc Tribe commanders were so concentrated on the gap opened in the wall that it was very difficult for them to see this move.
Alyon's army didn't go on the attack. Remaining completely passive after the first arrow attack, they waited for the enemy to pile as many warriors and machines as they could bring to the place they thought they would attack.
War was an art. As an expert artist in this branch also said; you shouldn't interfere while your enemy is making a mistake! When sufficient crowd formed and enemy commanders stopped soldier shipment, the order that would ignite the fuse of the disaster to be experienced rang in ears.
"Fire!"