The Villagers shot at the human structure with heavy hearts, understanding this was an eat-or-be-eaten world. They could only watch in guilt as it fell, with people falling on top of each other, yet they had to continue hitting to keep them back down—at least try to.
Some 'ladders' continued to rebuild, some with new slaves, and some over the corpses of others. Others also tried breaking through the gates, but they would be killed by arrows or spears, but the slaves were relentless in their attacks.
The Villagers felt pity, but the sight also strengthened their need to win! If they lost, then the next ones pitifully clawing on gates with bare hands—even when their fingers were bleeding—would be them!!!
A few hours passed, and the war soon reached a peak and, while most teams managed to guard their section of the wall, it was inevitable for some weak spots to appear.
"Gyaaa!!" a man's voice rang out in agony as enemies managed to climb up and attack.
