"Da da, da da da da da..."

Baron Quinnier clamped his horse's belly and ran towards the soldiers who were at risk of collapse on the battlefield.

His red battle robe floated in line with the spring breeze, and the chain mail on his body made a crisp "公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公公�

"Everyone, charge! Go under their village walls and avoid the shooting dead ends of the catapults and archers! In this battle, you will reward three bronze coins for every enemy you kill!"

Baron Quinnier could no longer think of a better way to inspire morale. He believed that the most urgent task was to get these soldiers out of the shooting range of the catapult.

Although the catapult was shooting, all the stone bombs in front were targeting the siege vehicles. Because there were not many soldiers hitting the pile of soldiers and being splashed with gravel, they only left more than twenty corpses along the way, and they were far from reaching the casualties of morale collapse.

"Kill!" Baron Quinier rushed towards the village wall first.

The knights wearing iron helmets, chain mail, and the big iris shields, and the mercenary private soldiers wearing leather hats and armed clothes rushed up. Following them were the freeminist soldiers and serf soldiers holding wooden shields.

"They started charging and replaced shotguns!"

On the trench tower, Lyan, who was always paying attention to the battlefield dynamics, quickly ordered the worker who picked up a big rock bullet from the pile of ammunition next to him.

The worker put down the stone bullet and lifted a basket of heavy pebbles from the side.

The two workers next to the catapult used all their strength to rotate the catapult's cross-tie, and re-down the power arm amid the "crackling" sound of gears on the shaft and the "crunching" of the coil tendons.

Ryan was very anxious. He knew that the workers had done their best to increase the loading speed, but judging by the charge speed of most enemies, they probably entered the shooting dead end of the catapult after this round of shooting.

"Prepare, let it go!"

"Bang!"

The baskets of pebbles were quickly shot out. In the extremely fearful eyes of the soldiers charging in the open space, the pebbles drew a graceful arc, scattering like fairies scattered flowers, and rushed towards the soldiers who were charging forward at high speed like hungry wolves.

"Bang!"

"when!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A knight raised his iris shield and a pebbles hit his shield. He felt his hands almost fall apart.

Just as he was glad that he escaped, another pebble hit his Norman helmet. The solid Norman helmet made a pleasant sound and was directly sunk out. The Knight was also knocked to the ground, and a stream of blood poured out from his Norman helmet.

A mercenary wearing a thick armoured suit and a piece of leather armor was hit in the chest by pebbles. He was hit by the charge and fell to the ground with a blow, unable to breathe at all. The red blood could not stop spilling out from his throat.

He never expected that he had killed so many civilians, merchants, robbers, and soldiers and his life was actually destroyed by a pebbles that were half a fist.

An unlucky black-bearded freeman soldier raised an old wooden shield in the "cobblestone rain". Unexpectedly, the pebbles directly smashed the wooden shield and hit him in the face.

Although the wooden shield buffered part of the power of the pebbles and failed to let him be killed by the stones, the black-bearded soldier who was overwhelmed with extreme pain and rolling on the ground with his face in his arms, thinking that it would be better to let him die directly. What sin did he commit and he had to endure such pain.

The serf soldiers without any protection are the worst. The sound of bone shattering is endless, and flowers made of blood are blooming everywhere. Brain is scattered on the grass, like dandelions growing wildly on the grass in spring.

Every serf soldier who was hit was basically lost in combat ability, whether he was hit on his limbs or on the vital parts of the human body.

For a moment, more than a dozen corpses with different postures and wounded people moaning in pain were added on the open space.

Their blood is flowing, sprinkling on the grass or on the cultivated farmland. The flowers and plants that will grow vigorously in the coming year will thank them.

"Thank God, I finally entered the shooting dead end of the catapult!" Quinier's soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, their only remaining siege tower also entered a position one hundred meters away from the village wall.

"Stone-throwing soldiers, shoot!"

Simon did not intend to give these enemies who approached the village wall and entered the trench corner tower to shoot dead corners. Be kind to the enemy is cruel to himself.

Dense stones shot out from behind the village wall of Folder Village. The sound of the shield that had just disappeared was hit by the stones, the muffled sound of the stones hitting the human body, and the sharp screams of the person being hit were then heard one after another on the battlefield.

The stone-cat soldiers had very poor accuracy, and they could not see the enemy behind the village wall, so they could only use dense saturation strikes to shoot stones outside the village wall with a stone-cat rope.

Therefore, the soldiers who were hit by the stone-popping soldiers outside the wall were really unlucky. Even Baron Quinier, who was riding a horse in front, was almost hit by the stone.

"Everyone, let the formation go!!!" Baron Quinier quickly dispersed the soldiers and reduced the possibility of being hit.

The soldiers in the open space quickly widened the distance between them, and the situation was indeed much better than before. In fact, the distance between the soldiers just now was already relatively large, and now it is getting even wider.

"Fire Arrow, Attack the Siege Tower!!!" Bill saw the enemy's siege tower entering a position sixty meters away from the village wall, and loudly issued orders to the surviving archers on the wall.

The archers bowed their heads and pulled out the fire arrow from the quiver under their feet. The arrows of the fire arrow were hollowed out, and at this time they had been stuffed with linen soaked in grease.

The archers put the tail on the bowstring and put the arrow into the brazier beside them. When they took it out, the arrow ignited a fiery red flame.

"Swoosh~swoosh~swoosh..."

The fiery red arrows flew towards the clumsy siege tower like fire locusts.

"Damn, they still have fire arrows!" Baron Quinier was really shocked and angry.

He and his engineer, Master Carlo, have attacked many castles, and the first one is as difficult as the village of Fold. Not to mention, this seems to be just their outer village wall, and there is also a wooden fort with a somewhat strange shape on the hill.

He had never seen any nobles who built the stalker corner tower on the exterior wall of his wooden castle. In the era when the castle was just emerging, he had only seen such defensive measures on the ancient walls of the large towns left by the Roman period.

Under the dual offensive of ordinary castles, few people could stand up for the castle, not to mention that they used a siege machine to scrap his siege car a hundred meters away.

He always felt that there was something indescribable strange about this Folde Village. Is this really a land blessed by God? Wait, the damn thing that has been encouraging him to attack Folde Village is ulterior motives and colluded with the people inside the wall? He actually made his army suffer such a great loss to chew this hard bone covered with thorns!

"I'll deal with you when I finish this battle!" Baron Quinier glanced coldly at Fox, who was still wandering outside the range of the village wall, while riding a foal.

However, for Baron Quinnier, at least the worst is now, Huoya cannot ignite the skin and shield on the front of the siege tower.

Shields and skins are not so easy to ignite unless the number of archers in the village of Folder increased by another five times.

The fire arrows that are now shooting towards the siege towers have only ignited half of the area of ​​individual shields, or made the skins burned black and smoked, emitting an unpleasant odor.

This is still far from igniting the entire siege tower and turning it into a large burning column of fire.

"Arrowman, shoot enemy armorless targets!!!"

Seeing that the fire arrow attack was not effective, Bill asked Simon for instructions, he issued another order to the archers.

Now, the poor serf soldiers outside the village wall began to suffer again. The archers in the village who hunted in the forest almost every day were just a different place to hunt today - hunting behind the piles of the village wall.

One by one, "prey" wearing thin clothes, ran forward about thirty meters outside the village wall. For archers, it was easier than hunting hares or roe deer.

The archers of Quinnier behind the shield on the open space also found that the cunning archers on the wall began to become as slippery as loaches - they now basically shoot one arrow and another one, and there is no pattern at all.

"Asphalt, bring the asphalt!" Simon turned around and shouted loudly to the two young men standing by next to the asphalt cauldron under the village wall.

The two young men quickly lifted the wooden barrels under their feet, each scooped two full buckets of hot asphalt, and then carefully stepped on the stairs to the village wall.

"Two idiots, bring the asphalt over there, and the place where the enemy's siege tower is about to climb the wall!" Simon saw the young man with a little dull mind coming up with the asphalt up and heading straight for him, and couldn't help but pointing at the village wall at the other end with anger and shouting loudly.

At this time, the enemy's siege tower had advanced to a position thirty meters away from the village wall. Two teams of free civilian soldiers holding shields and ladders behind the siege tower came out one after another and rushed towards the village wall that was close to the rain of arrows.

Soon, they became the primary targets for archers to hunt. However, most of the arrows were blocked by the shields in their hands.

The freeminist soldiers carrying the ladder arrived at the base of the village wall and began to set up ladders on both sides of the siege tower where it was about to climb the wall, and attacked the village wall first.

"Everyone ceases, ceases! Ignite the fire cup!"

Simon and the fat man walked towards the mercenary where the enemy set up a ladder with their swords, and while walking, they gave orders to the militia beside them.

The archers replaced the fire arrow again, while the militia soldiers picked up the small clay pots that had been prepared from their feet. The clay pots were filled with asphalt oil and vegetable oil mixed with asphalt, and a piece of oil-soaked cloth stuffed with the bottle.

The militia lit the linen at the mouth of the pottery jar by the brazier, picked up the buckets of asphalt that had just been lifted from under the village wall, and everything was ready.

"Bads, please watch a fireworks show for free and enjoy a barbecue feast." Simon took the lit cup and sarcastically sarcastically outside the wall.
Chapter completed!