The second boulder grazed the top of the wall and crashed down, rolling into the city, crushing a section of houses near the wall. Where it passed, bodies were ground to mud, so horrifying that the garrison troops didn't dare to lift their heads.
At the right moment, the third boulder was also launched.
With a knight raising the war axe in his hand, he swung fiercely to cut the rope. The heavy counterweight box fell sharply under gravity, like a seesaw, flinging the stone projectile enclosed in leather at the end of the throwing arm.
This boulder, whose flight path was clearly skewed and was likely to fall onto the homes within the city, at the crucial moment seemed to be blown astray by the wind, directly smashing into the tower placed at the center where it was hit.
Boom—
The high tower was pierced through the middle by the blow, bricks and the crossbow cannon placed above, catapults spilled down.
