The messenger was gone just like that. He didn't even walk away. He just up and disappeared. I sank down to the wall top pavement. I looked down at the sword in my hands and prayed. Prayed that it would all work out as the angel had said, because I wanted to please the Creator and I certainly wanted His gifts and blessings too.
As much as I wanted to just sit and think through it all, I had the distinct feeling that it was time that I rejoined in with the preparations and leadership of the army. Reluctantly I got to my feet and started down the wall heading away from the eastern tower.
A minute later I heard the snap of what sounded like a mighty tree being broken in half from the direction of the enemy encampment at the far bend of the pass. Moments later I was knocked off my feet as some unseen projectile slammed into the eastern tower pulverizing its top into rubble that rained down onto the wall top. Coughing and hacking because of the dust enshrouded air I pushed myself up and looked back.
The place where I had been only moments before was completely buried in rubble. I remembered the urging I had experienced to leave the spot. I got the point being made here. Getting to my feet I ran over the twisted jumble of debris towards the central tower complex. Several more cracks sounded from the enemy encampment and I subconsciously stopped to duck down.
Several projectiles slammed into the lower base of the central tower and rocks and men went flying everywhere. Slowly as if resisting the inevitable the central tower started to sink and crumble downward, as most of its base had been shot away leaving it with very little support to remain standing. The upper stonework of the tower cracked hard and went in a fast slide over the city side of the wall in a stone waterfall that rained down on the pavement far below and anybody unlucky enough to have been standing there.
Hoarsely I called out around me, "Get off the wall! Now! Take the wounded and get down!"
I ran to where the central tower had once been and started helping those still living get out of the rubble. I saw General Sanjo picking himself out of the rubble several feet away and I rushed to him.
He clutched onto my shirt front and I pulled him up the rest of the way, "You were right! Our wall is no match for these new weapons. The wall will fall and so will our cities and castles!" He finished somewhat hysterical, as the implication of what was possible now fully dawned upon him.