At specific key points throughout the city, towering catapults had been put in position. Their range reached just beyond the mouth of the harbor.
Crews stood ready beside them, their hands steady on the winches and ropes. The moment the enemy ships crossed into range, orders would be given, and the first volley would be loosed.
Heavy projectiles would arc through the air and crash into the approaching fleet, breaking formations and slowing their advance before they could enter the mouth of the harbor. The plan was to destroy as many ships as possible before the enemy entered the port.
A dozen massive catapults stood at high points across the city, positioned for maximum range. The moment they received the signal, they would unleash a relentless barrage upon the approaching fleet.
"Steady…" Marlow muttered solemnly, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face.
