On the fields of Cordoba rat-like cheering could be heard, as the rain came down. Seeing the fire's in front of the walls extinguished, new ladders started to be raised. Though now there were not so many of them, since most of them got burned before.
Seeing the fire go out, three rat ogres got brave and started to climb. Just like the one before, the three of them climbed. As they climbed the tower it swayed violently. Some rats and Granadan men lost their balance and fell off the tower. As they fell to the ground, they got skewered by their own by accident. Uncaring of this a rat ogre with a metal helmet and chest got on top of the tower.
The soldiers on the wall shook in fright seeing this. But as the big rat stepped on the middle section of the tower, it cracked. With great force, the entire tower crumbled to the ground. Creating a man-rat burger of bodies as it did so. Lots of ketchup or blood came through the burgers crack's. The ogres fell to the ground creating a splat as they crushed they're bredrin.
On the wall, the men cheered. Until three ladders were raised and the battle continued. Jesus as the new commander of the small section of the wall, watched this from the top of the gatehouse.
From the top, he could see the other wall sections. Many had done much worse than they. Bodies of many defenders littered the walls. Some brave rat ogres had climbed other sections of the walls and caused havoc. But unlike They're section which only had 230 men to start, most others had over 400 in the beginning.
Then he turned to Duke Faro who was trying to peek over the wall, dodging rocks, and asked. While dodging a few stones tossed by the rats himself. ' Duke my section of the wall is almost completely out of men. Could you spare some reinforcements?'
The Duke just waved him off and said in annoyance. ' And what about the gate? Look at that thing.' he said while pointing down In front of the gate. Peeking over the gatehouse Jesus saw it. A massive metallic battering ram with a rat face. Three fully armored rat ogres were pushing it, while smaller rats helped. He had heard the rats chanting before but now he understood what they were chanting. 'Cracker! Cracker! Cracker! Cracker!' They chanted as it got close to the wall. Arrows and musket balls were fired at the ogres, but they pushed forward uncaring. Cannonballs had little effect on it. The Aragonian cannons were no Empire cannons.
Looking to his right he saw the Jesuit supported by peasants easily cut the rats on ladders down. They pushed the ladders down with their psychic waves. As the ladders fell they cracked and broke. Desperately the rats put broken pieces of wood against the wall and tried to climb. Seeing this pathetic sight he was releaved. Maybe his side would be fine, without reinforcement.
At the gate, the rat battering ram got into place. As it did so the 3 ogres pulled it back and let it loose. With a bang, it hit the gate shaking it violently.
This gate was just a normal medieval city gate made of wood and metal, it would not last long. Thinking of this the Duke commanded Jesus to go support the gate. 'Captain Jesus, I will give you the honor of holding the gate. Take your men there and reinforce it. I will worry about the walls. And remember you cannot let the gates be overrun. If you do, all the people in this city, are doomed.'
Hearing the Duke himself call him captain shocked Jesus. Only people of noble birth or Knights were allowed such honors. He was only temporarily acting captain because of the exceptionally bad situation. This was truly a great honor. With respect, he answered him. ' Yes Duke. It will be done.'
With that Jesus and his 20 Jesuit's went to the gate. Jesus noticed that some Jesuits were wounded, but luckily all could still fight.
Down at the gate, he met the gates defense's commander, Lord Bispo, he was the lord of the small territory north of Segres. He commanded 500 men, of which 100 were crossbowmen 100 Halberdiers and 300 well-armored spears. The spearmen had big Kite shields covering their front, on the shield was an olive tree symbol. They also had short swords on the waist. All the 500 men wore conquistador armor. They had their upper body covered but had neglected leg armor.
After admiring this army, Jesus went to greet Lord Bispo. Lord Bispo was a short, fat man dressed in conquistador armor, sitting atop a horse. As he approached, Bispo observed him while straightening his mustache. Bispo spoke first. ' Ahaa I see, I see. They sent you to assist me. My merchant friend. Well met I say.' Bispo was no ordinary noble for he was also a merchant.
Jesus nodded and replied. ' Indeed, well met my lord. I hope that my sons Colombo style clothes have been to your family's liking?'
Hearing this Bispo smiled as he thought of his wife in that indecently small underwear. For a moment he was in a trance, until he answered. ' Yes, my wife and daughters are big fans of your clothing brand and hygienic products. Your brand has been a true blessing to our nation. I truly and sincerely thank you for that.' With a small fake cough, he changed the subject. ' But anyway, what do you think of this battle? What do you suggest we do?'
Looking at the gate Jesus saw a four-way intersection. From left to right were streets going along the wall. Straight ahead was the gate and then behind was the street to the center of town. The 500 men were in a box formation with archers in the back. Seeing this Jesus suggested saying. ' I think we should put all the ranged fighters on the rooftops, overlooking the gate square. And we should form a U shape around the gate, with Shields in front and Halberdiers at the back. Additionally, we should get the citizens to form barricades, to slow the enemy down and help in the defense. I think I will keep my men in reserve as they are wounded and tired.' Jesus rambled on.
Hearing this Bispo nodded and smiled like a rat and said. ' Great Idea. I will go rally the citizens and form barricades. I leave the rest to you.' Then he and two bodyguards, on horses rode off into the pouring rain. They started yelling at the people in house's going door to door getting people's attention.
Jesus stood there shocked. Did he just take over command? As he turned around he saw all the men looking at him with different expressions, some were curious some were concerned. Seeing this Jesus straightened his back and spoke in a commanding voice. ' What are you looking at? Everybody to their posts. Crossbowmen on the roof, spears in front and Halberdiers in back. Jesuits in reserve, rest up and wait for my command.
As they all got into position, they stood still watching the gate shake fiercely. That's when Bispo returned with 7 wagons full of random furniture and barrels. Looking at this Jesus came up with a plan.
Jesus decided to form a U-shaped wall with the wagons around the gate. In front of the wagons were random furniture and barrels, making sure that rats couldn't get under the wagons. On top of the wagons, spearmen stood, watched over by the crossbows from the rooftops.
As Jesus made his preparations, Bispo rode through the pouring rain and started to use the townspeople to construct barricades all over town.
Then with a loud, 'bang.' The rat-faced battering ram pushed its rat face through the gate. Seeing this from the top of the middle wagon, Jesus yelled. ' You are men of Iberia! Whatever comes through that gate! You will stand your ground!'
Then with a loud 'Booom.' The gate went flying open. Through the smoke three armored rat ogres emerged, followed by Ratmen from behind. With one command Jesus sent a hundred crossbow bloth flying. The rat ogre in the middle was hit in the eyes, head and body. Over 50 bolts pierced it and it's badly crafted iron armor. Making it look like a Porcupine. With a dying groan, it fell face-first to the ground, creating a hard thud as it did so.
Quickly recovering the two ogres charged. One went to the left one went straight. The rat-ogre charged straight at Jesus, with its hammer held up high. As the attack came crashing down on the wagon, Jesus yelled. 'Move!' Quickly dodging out of the way. The Rat-ogres hammer came crashing down on the wagon, shaking it violently and sending wooden splinters flying. Now that its hammer was embedded in the wagon the spearmen stabbed the creature. Using the force, Jesus jumped on its head and pierced its head through the eye, killing it instantly. After killing the ogre Jesus engaged the ratmen from the top of the dead rat-ogre, as they tried to climb the wagons.
The other ogre managed to crush one man before the crossbows ended its life. Now an endless swarm of rats charged at the wagons. Thanks to their child-sized short bodies they had a hard time climbing the wagons as they got stabbed by Spears and swords.
A crossbow mam shot his bolt from the rooftop yelling. ' This is the easiest shooting I have ever done in my life! There is no way to miss! Hahaha!' A man next to him commented. ' Same here. They just keep swarming like, well like a swarm of rats! Hahaha!'
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Rain poured down as the battle raged on, creating puddles of blood and water. The men's hands were getting tired as they hacked and slashed the rats.
Whenever Rat-ogres emerged, Jesus yelled from the top of the dead ogre. 'Shoot the ogres! Shoot them!' Thanks to their height they would be picked off easily.
Some unlucky defenders were killed when armored glaive-wielding rats attacked. With long glaives they stabbed at the defenders, piercing their unarmoured necks or cutting their fingers. Though most attacks were blocked by skill or armor.
Just like the ogres, Granadan men were picked off one by one as they charged through the gate.
As men died on the wagons new ones climbed on the wagons and took their place. After 5 minutes of fighting, the Jesuit were sent to assist, replacing the wounded and dead.
After 10 minutes the body pile started to reach the wagons height. As man and rat were sliced, some released their bladders, causing an awful smell of piss, shit and guts to fill the air. Thankfully the rain washed some of it away.
They also created a compact circle, making it hard for the piss, shit, blood and water to escape. Now there was a 30 Centimeters deep, red, yellow and sometimes brown pool, covering the killing zone.
The attackers were greatly slowed down by the pool. Some unfortunate ones were pushed to the ground as their comrades ran over them. Many rats and Granadan men died of drowning in piss, shit and blood.
Seeing the hopeless situation the rats sent in the blind Mole riders. Just by using their sent, they tried to find their prey. As the moles entered the killing zone they were blinded by the shit smell, causing them to attack the few Granadan men blindly. Some well-armored men resisted and cut the moles down. Others were ripped into pieces and devoured. Some moles did find the enemy and engaged them in fierce combat. Some moles broke the wagons and men with their long claws. Mole riders wielding their long spears stabbed men to death. But even so, they were quickly dealt with. Climbing over the pile of bodies the moles were shot by bolts and stabbed to death, adding their bodies to the pile.
Thousand of attackers fell, charging into the killing field, like an endless swarm of locusts. Uncaring of the dead and fallen. All-over defenders fell prey to the endless tide. Bodies broken, bleeding and battered the defenders were pushed back. Cracks formed in the defense lines, sending endless tides spewing forth. In desperation the defenders fought, praying and hoping for the tide to turn.
From the city below the walls, through the rain. A thunderous battle cry was heard. 'For Cordoba! For our families! Charge!' Thousands of men and women of all ages charged. Far in the back safe from all harm. From the top of his horse, Bispo encouraged the peasants forward.
Makeshift weapons in hand they charged to the gate and walls. Plugging the cracks with their bodies. With great sacrifice, the tide was halted.
*
Far over the field of rats, on a hill, the Duke of Granada watches this and asked the black rat. 'Is it time now?'
The Rat laughed and answered. ' Kikikiki, Yess! Now is the time. The flesh is soft, meat tender and so it begins. Great feast awaits.' It turned to look at a Rat standing at the entrance of a tunnel and said. 'Do it now!'
Hearing the order, rat-like giant moles started digging. Behind the moles stood rats wielding whips driving them forward.'Yes yes yes. Dig the tunnel. Faster. Faster.' said one rat as it whipped a mole on the ass. Looking at the moles digging up, another rat asked in wonder. 'Isn't it bad bad, to be be, be digging straight up, up up?' The other just scoffed and said. 'No no, do not not, question the master. Yes yes.'
After saying this, they saw big a stone drop In front of them, with a loud bumming noise. Looking up they saw dozens of stones fall crushing them and the moles, into meat paste.
Outside the tunnel, the gatehouse shook violently, until it and the surrounding walls crumbled into the ground. Crushing rats and men into unrecognizable chunks of meat.
It looked like the gatehouse and surrounding walls were sucked to the ground. Hundreds were crushed instantly, inside the defensive towers and walls. A massive dust cloud arose from the rubble, blinding all.