Phygrif watched with grim satisfaction as the lowlanders went to work on the gates to the outer wall. Someone among the clever builders brought down to maintain the weapons of the Red Banner had decided that just sitting around waiting for the Xohyssiri to starve was no fun and had called for an exorbitant amount of iron and bronze to be paired with wood imported at considerable effort from the core territories to craft what amounted to an enormous hammer to smash open the gates. Well, okay, technically the team of men who were swinging it did it back and forth rather than a hammer's arc, but a hammer was how it had been generally explained to him, so that's what it was. They had also built a sort of portable shed covered in thick wood and leather to shield the team swinging the iron shod log from being pelted with objects from above. The archers of the Red Banner also kept the defenders down with a light but steady rain of arrows and slingstones.
Each swing of the infernal device created a great boom that echoed across the fields in front of the wall, the sound progressively growing more splintered as the gates gave way. As the gates began to actively break the spearmen of the Red Banner began to move forward, shields up to defend against missile attacks, forming a line behind the ram, the lowlander warriors more loosely behind them, an odd gleam in their eyes from the possibility of taking revenge for generations of submission, sacrifice, and humiliation to the Priests of Xohyr.
Finally, with a massive crack like a bone breaking, the bar holding the gates in place snapped from a blow by the ram. All across the length of the wall a great cry went up as the defenders realized that their walls had been breached. Perhaps if they had fought at the breach they might have saved themselves, but they knew how well the iron scaled scorpions of the Red Banner fought in close quarters and their morale failed them. Never before had an enemy so much as scratched their walls, and now they had been shattered. Warriors dropped their weapons and ran, either for the safety of the inner wall or to the opposite side of the city where they hoped the cordon would be thinner.