Now that the later Wiegand warriors had moved into the tents they had set up, they praised the pioneers for their preparations, and it was a great joy to be able to live in such conditions on the arduous march. Some battle-hardened tribal generals vaguely felt that something was wrong, and generally speaking, the army that assisted the vanguard would definitely capture some prisoners and collect some strategic materials for military use, but now it seemed that there was only this empty camp.

"That's the way it is, father. These cunning Great Prussians must have received the news long before we came, and adopted a policy of fortification. Jan leaned over to report to his father, who was sitting in the center of the tent.

After listening to his daughter's report, Thoreau frowned deeply, but he didn't mean to blame his daughter, he knew that no matter if he was any of his generals to do this, it was impossible to do it better than his daughter. He now regretted only a little that he still lacked experience in commanding large armies, and did not consider that the movements caused by the mass density of men would alert the Great Prussians.

"Have you gathered any information?" Thoreau asked after a long time, regretting it now, the only way to do now was to find a way to take the town, the army he led did not prepare too many supplies, even if he brought a little more than the vanguard, it would only allow the soldiers to use it for a week at most.

"We've got a sentry, my lord. One of the tribal generals standing beside Jan spoke first, "but Mechsmod Jan put him back." ”

Faced with his father's puzzled color and the questioning of his subordinates, Jan just replied with a comfortable expression, "It makes no sense for us to execute this sentry or keep him, one person can't form much combat effectiveness, and I have interrogated him, he is just a small character, and if we don't put him back, it may strengthen the town's period, and we will not lose more than we gain." ”

Young admits that she is mentally prepared for the cross-examination of her subordinates, after all, she is only a pioneer appointed by her father, and these generals are not her real subordinates. She couldn't satisfy all her subordinates, let alone her subordinates, she knew her father too well.

Thoreau nodded implicitly, made a gentle smile, turned his head to the general who spoke, and said, "The work of the vanguard is still very hard, although I have not been able to collect any loot, but the reward for the warrior is indispensable. Regardless of this harvest, when they return to the tribe, they will share a share of the young men from the clan's property. Of course, there is no less for you, so let me go down. ”

The tribal general was overjoyed and bowed deeply to the generous leader: "Your generosity spreads throughout the North Sea, and I wish you and your family eternal fame, Your Excellency. With that, he hurriedly withdrew.

After a long time, Thoreau said slowly: "Young, next time you encounter this kind of thing, try to leave it to me to deal with." After seeing that Young did not object, Thoreau felt a little aggrieved for his daughter, so he relieved again: "Young, I know you, you are a very talented girl, and many men are jealous of your talent. As long as I'm still around, they'll tell you in front of me at most, and that's nothing. But there will be a day when I die, but you still have a long life, and you still have such a brother......"

"You have to learn to be more flexible, my child, and exchange ideas with the people below, even if they don't have any ideas, let them feel more involved, at least not always make them oppose you, Jan. Young, who had been leaning over and half-lying in front of Thoreau, suddenly stood up with a grin. "Are you going to say that, Lord Nobel?"

After watching this always heroic daughter suddenly take on the posture of a little daughter, Thoreau was speechless for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing, and said in a complicated tone: "My daughter is about to grow into a big child." ”

Looking at his father's smile, Young's heart was coldly thinking of another person. Speaking of which, I don't think I've ever seen that man laugh, but I've laughed at him many times, which is really unfair. When Yang thought of this, he couldn't help but apply a faint blush to his face.

It's just that no one appreciates this moving scene, and Thoreau suddenly tightened the smile on his face and stepped out of the big tent. Young was alone, standing in the military tent, looking a little overwhelmed.

"Woo-woo-" With the heavy sound of the conch horn, the Weegand soldiers, who had just settled down, gathered again. Their morale did not decline in the slightest because of the long march and the defeat in the first battle, on the contrary, the vanguard warriors were rewarded and satisfied, and the soldiers who came after them were also eager to see that the war had started earlier, and that they could earn a share of the war dividends.

And now, their chance to perform has arrived. Thoreau, exactly two hours after arriving at the forward base, launched the first round of assault on the small town of Valuno in front of him.

In the face of the surging enemy army, torches were lit up and down the walls of the town, reflecting every area of the city wall as if it were daylight. The sound of conch cinches not only gathered the warriors of the Wigand people, but also woke up the sweet dreams of the people of Valuno. The soldiers on duty lit torches one after another, and the alternate troops rushed to the city one after another, standing up according to the predetermined position.

Thoreau stood in one of the Wiegand armies, observing the town's deployment by the light of the fire. It can be seen that there are not a few soldiers on the city wall who are stubborn, at least they have undergone some training. "They mobilized for at least half a month for the war. Thoreau thought to himself. "There is a big discrepancy in the information we have gathered before. ”

The Weegand soldiers standing under the walls didn't think the flames on the walls did anything good, as long as they were far enough away from the walls, the Great Pruss couldn't see anything.

The fact that the Weygan tribe has such a thing as a wall is very rare, but that doesn't mean they don't have experience breaking through it. Ever since the chieftains of Great Pruss began to build tall fortresses to defend against the Weegand invasions, these Weegand warriors have been learning about siege warfare.

In fact, many of the Wiegand generals even believed that the construction of the walls was a cocoon of the Great Prus. In the absence of strong enough soldiers to defend the walls, it is simply better to fight directly on the plains in the face of the Wiegand army with rich siege experience, after all, if that is the case, the advantage of the Great Prussians on horseback can still be used to some extent, and the use of the city walls will only eliminate their own advantages.

When the hunters in the town, led by the mercenary Hope, reluctantly tried to aim at an enemy approaching the wall in the night, and fired a flurry of crooked arrows, a group of Wiegand warriors led by Jan was only a dozen steps away from the wall, and the soldiers on both sides could barely see each other's faces.

The bows pierced the night, and there was a "buzz" of bowstrings tightening and lowering on the walls, but very few actually landed on the ground, touching the Wiegand and eventually making the sound of the bow into the flesh. The Wiegand warriors raised their shields against each other's vital points, and these arrows did no harm, as the Wiegand had accumulated over the years of experience in the face of the Great Prus.

"The sky is full of bows and arrows, just a trick to scare people!, soldiers, keep going!" a well-built tribal general yelled at the soldiers around him, despite revealing his position. He shouted as he pulled an arrow from his arm that had struck him. This is already a heavy loss in this round of arrows, the position of the arrows is glued with sharpened stones, but even such a bow is only worthy of shooting into the Wiggen man's leather armor and then hanging softly, only slightly piercing his skin, these Weegand people who have begun to get excited do not feel these pains at all.

This move greatly encouraged the courage of the Wiegand soldiers, who quickly found their position under the command of these experienced generals, and began to climb the city wall after throwing two rounds of spears.

Yes, spear throwing, just like the weapon they used to raid John, these warriors of these tribes, when they are not engaged in labor or war, will go around looking for some hard wood or animal bones, sharpen them for use in war, it is a very traditional Wiegand tribal weapon, almost every Wiegand warrior can master this craft, and use these tools on the battlefield to inflict heavy damage on the enemy before they can directly contact them.

The Wiegand threw a total of two spears, which is also their experience honed on the battlefield for a long time, carrying too many spears will consume too much physical strength of the soldiers, too few will not have a detrimental effect, so two is the most suitable ratio after historical testing.

On the walls of Valuno, both spear throws had a considerable effect - when the Wiegand people raised their spears for the first time, although the experienced commanders, the mercenaries of the José knights, had foreseen the danger and immediately issued an order to the burghers to dodge, there were still many civic warriors who could not dodge the move, and when the second round of spear throwing fell on the city, it was because many soldiers poked their heads out of curiosity to watch the next move of the Wiegand soldiers, and were hit again. All of a sudden, the wails of the city of Valuno were heard endlessly. The spear pierced through the thick-looking leather armor and nailed it to the shoulder blades of the citizens, and blood flowed out, staining the mud of the walls red. A young man who was unlucky had his head out of cover in the second round of spear throwing - a small but sharp bone spear passed through the back of his head through the frame of his eye, and the young man fell stunned without even a word of exclamation, and the smell of blood, screams, and some unspeakable smell of shame covered the entire city.

Just when the reserve citizens have not yet gone up, the injured citizens have not yet retreated, and the head of the town is in chaos, Jan, who is standing at the forefront of the army, timely launched the order of the general attack of the front army, and the Wiegand warriors, who had been relatively quiet before, suddenly rushed to the city head with a shout like a beast that released their ferocity, although the wall of Valuno is three meters high, but for these terrifying swamp warriors, it is by no means an insurmountable barrier, relying on the short axe in their hands as a tool, they are sure to rush up in a few breaths。

However, just when the citizens on the city wall watched in despair as these fierce beasts pounced up, these Wiegand people suddenly disappeared, only a few Wiegand warriors rushed to the bottom of the city, and found that their brothers had disappeared inexplicably.

With the light of the fire, the citizens who stood on the city wall and the condescending citizens discovered the whereabouts of these fierce beasts in one step. In the darkness, the Weygan warriors didn't notice that there was a narrow, shallow trench in front of the walls they could reach.

The proud Wiegand warriors would not stop their charge even if they found this trench, it was only a trench that seemed to be able to be crossed with a slight leap, and even if they accidentally fell, this half-meter-deep trap would not trap anyone. Although there are still some shadows in the trenches that are inadvertently sharp and sparse, they look like a set of half-made traps.

However, when the brave warriors of the Wiegand tribe actually stepped into this trap, they discovered a very embarrassing thing. They seem to be stuck. Yes, even the strongest Wiegand people could not help this thing in the slightest, this shallow trench was wide enough that even the most agile warriors could hardly leap over, most of them fell into the trench and were then immobilized by the sparse-looking stakes, and some of the unlucky Wiegand warriors were unfortunately pierced through the thighs by the stakes, and standing in the trench, the roar of victory turned into a cry of pain.

The tribal generals found that each step that fell into the Weegand warriors took a great deal of effort and time—they had to pull out two or three of these stakes to get that step forward. Not to mention that these big Prussian brutes will never watch them tear down these wooden stakes, even if they finish dismantling these wooden stakes and barely reach the bottom of the city, I am afraid that they will already be unable to support it, let alone fighting, whether they can climb up from the bottom is a matter of two words.

Not only did the citizens notice this, but the follow-up troops of the Wiegand and the Wiegand warriors who rushed along the narrow road reserved by the citizens of Valuno finally looked back and saw the whereabouts of the disappeared brothers. They became weak, so they had to temporarily give up their plans to climb the city wall, and raised their shields to protect their vital points, waiting for the generals' next instructions.