Sir Hunter, who was sieging the top of the tower, swallowed.

The pedestrian cavalry next to Hunter tightened the iris shield and armed sword in his hand. Although this was not the first time he had landed on the wall from the siege tower, he still felt very hot, and now he was in a state of tension and excitement.

"Don't be kind, kill them all!" Hunter ordered viciously to the three walking knights beside him.

At this moment, for some reason, Baron Quinier's cold words echoed in Hunter's mind again - if even those militias could not be killed, don't come back to see me, I will take back your territory and title, and I don't need an incompetent waste to serve me.

This time, Hunter personally brought the twenty surviving elite camping cavalry as the first vanguard to kill the village wall after the siege tower landed on the village wall. He would have to grab the village wall and give the cowards who could only hide on the wall and shoot arrows to see what serious consequences would be if they annoyed.

"Clang!"

Sir Hunter felt the platform shake slightly, and then stopped. He licked his dry lips, eager to try.

"Stop! Put down the platform!"

"Peeking cavalry, get on!"

A loud roaring order came from the bottom of the siege tower. Then, a creaking sound came from the ladder on the back of the siege tower. The pedestrian cavalry wearing chain mail and iron helmets climbed towards the top of the tower one by one.

"It's coming."

Hunter saw that the wooden platform that was originally erected to resist the arrows in front of him was slowly lowered, and he raised the wide kite shield in his hand.

In his experience, after the platform is completely put down, the archers on the city wall will usually fire a wave of arrows to the soldiers on standby on the platform. What should be done at this time is to raise a shield to protect themselves instead of rushing out recklessly.

The moment the wood platform and the wall stacks came into contact, a "click" sound was made.

At the same time, Sir Hunter heard the roar of militia from the village wall, and then he felt the shield hit by a stone... No, it wasn't a stone, he heard the sound of the jar shattering.

Accompanied by the sound of the jar breaking, he felt that the strange clay pots contained unidentified liquid with an unsmelling smell. The pungent liquid splashed out of the clay pot almost wet half of his body, and the few pedestrian cavalry next to him who looked puzzled were not much better.

"Does these ridiculous guys have broken heads? What a whimsical new trick that actually smashed us with expensive pots?" Sir Hunter just wanted to mock the militia on the village wall, and then took a step to land on the village wall to stir up a bloody storm.

But what he didn't expect was that in an instant, the blazing flames suddenly appeared on the soles of his feet like a naughty goblin.

The pedestrian cavalry next to him exclaimed, and a fire snake climbed along Hunter's tiny-wet boots and pants onto his chainmail shirt and the iris shield on his hand.

A heat wave from his feet made Hunter's eyebrows and hair curled. A burning sensation came from his lower body, and the shield he held also ignited a flame. He felt that the surroundings became very dull and he fell into a sea of ​​fire.

"Damn guys, try this, you will like it!" Two militiamen picked up a bucket of asphalt under their feet and poured it onto the platform on the top of the tower. This was added fuel to the fire. For a moment, Hunter, who was not very ignited on himself, became a veritable "fireman".

"Ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

On the top platform, the screams of Hunter and three other pedestrian cavalry spread throughout the battlefield.

The fiery red light reflected in Baron Quinier's blue eyes under the village wall. The interweaving of ice and fire together painted a beautiful picture of death. At this time, he could no longer remain calm. His face was filled with horror, and his whole face was ashamed.

"Go to die!"

On the side of the walls where the ladders were against the siege tower, the militia picked up the remaining two buckets of hot asphalt and poured them down from the siege.

The sarcasm came from the ladder as the scammers that had just come from the platform on the top of the tower.

A freeman soldier who was crawling in front and only in armed clothes made his face and neck sizzled with black asphalt. He let out a pig-killing scream. Before he could let go of his hand and fell from the ladder in pain, a lit pot filled with tinder oil followed, and smashed on his face and burst.

After Hunter and three other walking knights, the fifth and sixth "Fireman" appeared on the ladders on both sides of the siege tower.

Unlike the shields and weapons thrown away from the siege tower platform, dancing and jumping down from the high tower top platform, the free folk "firemen" on the ladder fell down like dominoes and brought down a series of comrades who were climbing the ladder.

Some soldiers fell on the soft land, but some soldiers were not lucky. They fell on the sharp wooden stakes inserted in the trench under the village wall. They were stabbed like barbecue, with burning tincture oil stuck to their bodies, and they didn't even have the strength to scream. They just occasionally moaned weakly.

The tinder and asphalt did not stop there, but continued to flow down the ladder.

The soldiers of the free men under the ladder looked at each other - not to mention whether they would be burned by the burning tincture oil on the ladder, the comrades who had just climbed the ladder were so miserable that they would end up being the first unlucky insect to die.

At this time, Sir Hunter, who fell from the top platform to the bottom of the tower, was motionless at this time - his lower body was still burning, while the armed clothes on his upper body were emitting starlight of Mars, and the chain mail shirt was burned black.

The top of the siege tower was still burning violently, and the body of a walking cavalry remained there. A disgusting smell of human barbecue mixed with the pungent smell of asphalt spreads. It was really disgusting.

At this moment, the two young men carried four buckets of hot asphalt and went up to the village wall. The militiamen on the wall picked up the asphalt buckets and shouted, "It's time to eat, pigs." Then they splashed on the mercenaries, freemen soldiers, serf soldiers and surviving pedestrian cavalry gathered at the base of the wall.

The fast-reacting soldier quickly raised his shield to his head, while the slow-reacting soldier was poured from the top of his head to the soles of his feet by wisps of white smoke.

"Wow!!"

"Damn it, I'll curse you!!!"

"Damn it, hot, hot!!!"

A miserable howling and painful curses rang under the village walls, and some soldiers rolled on the ground with scalding. The originally clean chain mail and armed clothes were covered with dirt and black asphalt stains.

"Tube oil!"

Before the soldiers under the wall could breathe, several pottery pots with flames burning on the village wall were thrown out. At this time, the soldiers with asphalt on their bodies were even more terrifying than Satan's claws. This was their death notice.

"boom!"

Fire was filled with light under the village wall, and the archers and soldiers on the village wall could clearly feel the rolling heat waves coming towards them.

"Help!"

"I'm leaving this ghost place!!!"

"God, save me!"

Many Baron Quinier's soldiers and mercenaries were on fire, and their sharp screams were even more painful and scary than the screams of Hunter and the four of them on the tower top platform just now. God knows what kind of pain they are suffering now.

Many soldiers began to turn their bodies on their backs and fled in panic without looking back.

"Look, they ran away like mice with their tails stomped!"

"That's it, where to come from, and where to get back!!!"

"Hey, my dear guests, are you not even coming up with the walls, but are you leaving now?"

The militia on the village wall cheered. Several stronger militiamen took push rods to knock down the two burning ladders on the village wall. The heavy ladders that fell were pressing against some struggling wounded soldiers under the wall.

Baron Quinnier did not stop the soldiers from escaping. From the moment Sir Hunter was ignited with tinder oil, his heart fell to the bottom.

Since the enemy has tincture oil and asphalt, the tower top platform of the siege tower turned into a sea of ​​fire, they can still turn the ladders set up on both sides into fire sticks.

Will the soldiers who have lost all their siege methods still stay under the village wall as shooting targets for other people's archers if they don't escape?

“Retreat, retreat!”

"Woo~~"

Accompanied by Baron Quinnier's lost command, a low retreat horn sounded on the battlefield.

The archers behind the shield were basically shot empty, and they also retreated with the fleeing soldiers.

"I've been watching you for a long time!" Bill said silently, pulling his longbow, aiming at the conspicuous red figure in the distance who turned his head and prepared to escape.

"Swoosh!"

A feather arrow hit Baron Quinier's shoulder with a chain mail splashed around the iron ring and penetrated deep into his arm.

"Ah, damn, despicable sneak attacker! I will deal with you sooner or later!!!" Baron Quinier hummed and clamped his horse's belly, running towards the siege camp with endless reluctance and resentment.

This time, it was the moment when the archers on the village wall showed their might. They stood at the mercedes without any scruples, took a bow and shot archers, and knocked away the escaped "prey" to the ground.

"Simon, I have to say that this is really a boring war. The enemy has nothing but a few more arrows on my shield. I thought I could kill one today!" The Matilda and his wife came over with a sword and shield, and seemed to be disappointed and said to Simon.

"Isn't this good?" Simon was a little amused. He knew that the couple was joking with him.

"Athuro, Father James, please carry the wounded to the herbic house for treatment. The bodies of the sacrificed soldiers are temporarily placed in the small open space behind the church."

After arranging everything, Simon turned around and saw Gabriel riding on horseback from the wooden fortresses on the hills with four newly trained cavalrymen.

He led the newly trained cavalry to pursue the remaining enemies - this was what Simon sent someone to command Gabriel before the battle was coming to an end.

"Give them some color to taste!"

"Okay Master!"

"Guards, open the village door!"

The closed village door of the Folder Village slowly opened, riding a black war horse, a segmented dome helmet, Gabriel and four other cavalrymen rushed out, raising a piece of dust.

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

"Go! Kill them all!"

Gabriel knew that for these new cavalrymen who had not seen blood on horseback, those enemies who had escaped from behind were the best sources of experience.

Simon on the village wall began to look back at the direction of the enemy's escape and observed carefully. He saw that the enemy was running away in a hurry and in a mess, with no sign of organization at all.

They were unable to fight again, dejected, exhausted, and fled, and did not seem to be ambushing themselves in advance and luring themselves out of the village to pursue. But even so, Simon was not afraid of them.

"Miller, leave ten people behind, and then take the others out to eliminate the remaining enemies!"

"Okay Master, Fold Village Militia, gather!!!"

Miller and most of the militiamen quickly went down the stairs, then rushed out of the village gate with high morale and vitality.

Simon was very excited. This was a great victory. There was nothing more pleasant than seeing the enemy flee.

"Lange, it's up to you now." Simon's mouth curled up a smile.
Chapter completed!