Fierce battles

Once upon a time, a little boy asked his father what war was, and why did he leave again and again because of such a thing? Will the war end? Will his father come back to accompany him? The father touched the little boy's head and replied in a way that was not what he asked: " This is war, but I believe that even the most fierce war will come to an end, when the guns will melt, the grass will grow, everything in the land will be restored to its original state like everything else, all fathers and sons will be reunited, and all people will be happy. ”

Under the city of Valuno, the war is in full swing.

The Wiegand were more prepared, pushing their ready-made wooden chariots toward the city of Valuno. The chariot was pushed down the undug path under the city walls, and an elite Wiegand squad hid in such chariots, rushing up the chariot as soon as it approached the walls, opening the gates for the brethren who were outside the chariot.

After last night's defeat, the Wiegand men became even more ferocious, with Frederick calling them "enraged beasts." Because he had some shooting experience last night, Hope simply gave up the plan to let the hunters shoot light arrows, and all the hunters were replaced with heavy arrows, which was not a matter of the cost of shooting, but that it was impossible for light arrows to kill the enemy.

Under the blow of the heavy arrows, the Weygans continued to splash blood on their shoulders and torsos after being hit, but as if they had completely turned into painless war machines, they just took off their throwing spears from the arrows on their bodies and threw them at the army formation of the Great Prussians.

The youth of Great Pruss were so impressed by the last attack that they were so devastating that they did not wait for the mercenary commanders to give the order, and before the mercenary commanders could give the order, they took refuge behind the bunkers of the wall, and only then carefully observed the movements of the Wiegand people through the cracks in the wall.

A round of spear-throwing attacks did not have a great effect, but it interrupted the fire on the walls, and the Wiegand men managed to move their chariot one step closer to the city of Valuno. Looking at the chariot that was getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision, Frederick couldn't help but complain, "Damn it, if we have a cavalry, how can these Wiegand people get this stupid thing over." ”

But the chariots of the Weygans do not stop at Frederick's complaints, just as the sun never rises and sets at the will of man, and the stars do not change their position according to the king's preference. Eventually, they got closer.

At this moment, a young man from the countryside suddenly looked at the chariot of the Wiggen, he was first surprised, then puzzled, and finally shouted angrily: "Isn't the roof of this chariot the door panel of my house?" Hearing the young man's words, many young soldiers from the countryside also stared at each other, and they pointed out in a gossipy manner:

"This is my newlywed bed, you see, there's a hole in it!"

"My mother's closet! There's a picture I carved in stone when I was a kid. ”

"That's my family's ......"

"These Wiegand people are too shameless, right, they took down the door panel of our house and beat us?" a citizen standing on the city wall couldn't help but complain.

The words of the peasant youth ignited the morale of the citizens like a fire, and even he himself may not know that sometimes, just one sentence can incite a group of people.

Before the Wiegand could climb from the chariot to the city wall, the first citizens standing on the wall had already spontaneously stabbed their spears at the squeaky chariot. Pieces of wood were splashed on the not very hard chariot, and a peasant warrior stood at the head of the city, shouting with tears in his eyes: "Even if we break it, we won't give it to you!"

Looking at the inexplicable morale rising at the head of the city, Thoreau, who was standing in the distance, scratched the back of his head a little inexplicably, and said with a word on his lips: "How can this be?

The Weigand attack certainly did not stop their attack because of the morale rising on the walls, and more chariots approached the walls, and dozens of strong Weegand climbed the walls, smashing the spears in the hands of the peasants with their tomahawks, only to be driven off the wall by a large number of sword-wielding adventurers. Before the adventurers could cheer for their victory, a ferocious and powerful spear was thrown at them, which passed through the bodies of the victors and pinned them to the ground mercilessly with the joy of victory.

With the sound of iron clashing, the city of Valuno had been covered with a whole layer of severed limbs and corpses that could not find their heads, and it was already very difficult to make people walk, and most of the citizens had become pale, and some of them could no longer stand, and they could often smell a little fishy smell on their bodies.

The mercenaries' faces sank, but they didn't blame these citizens, they knew that they had done their best. They winked at each other and stood out from their respective hundred-man teams, forming a line of only a dozen men.

Hope put down his blood-stained bowstring and drew a longsword from his waist, while Frederick shoved the refined iron-tipped spear into the hand of a young man standing beside him, grinned nonchalantly at his hideous-looking face, and then bent down and drew a battle axe from the hand of a dead Wiegand man, and weighed it in his hand.

Because of the loss of the first line of defense, more Wiegand climbed up, and on the wall, which was only about three meters wide, the citizens of Great Pruss and the warriors of the Weegand tribe faced off nervously, while the mercenaries stood between them.

Faced with more and more Wiegand people, Frederick was the first to shout and rush forward. Maybe it was because they were tall and big, maybe the Wiegand warriors had just climbed to the top of the city, and they were a little dazed, maybe they didn't expect this kind of big Prus who rushed up alone, in short, this strong mercenary warrior got up and down with an axe, and just made contact, he cut down two Wiegand warriors, and the new blood stained the axes that had been soaked in blood, and the blood of the Great Prus and the Weegand people flowed together, converging into the same kind of red.

Hope was very quiet, his fighting skills made people look a little elegant, he just took two steps forward, waiting for the Wiegand warrior to rush towards him, after dodging the Wiegand warrior's axe blade twice, the long sword in his hand kissed the Wiegand man's neck like a poisonous snake, the Wiegand warrior helplessly threw away the axe and shield in his hand, and used both hands in vain to cover his bleeding throat, until his golden pupils dimmed a little, he slowly knelt down in front of Hope, until he died completely, did not fall, and maintained a half-kneeling posture。

That is, until another Wiegand warrior behind him roared and rushed up, kicking his body down on the other half to make room for the warriors who came after him to continue their attack.

Not every battlefield has gone as smoothly as these two mercenaries, Frederick is considered the strongest of Jose's mercenary regiments, and Hope is their captain. In the face of a growing number of Wiegand people, even the well-trained mercenaries began to become overwhelmed. Soon, the first mercenary fell, his iron-clad body split in half by a tribal general armed with a great axe, and the last sword he handed out before his death was simply stuck in the general's shoulder.

The mercenaries let out a wail and slashed harder at the Wiggand in front of them, and as more and more Wiegand began to surround them, it would be difficult for them to fight the enemy even if they did have three heads and six arms. The first mercenary to fall is not the end, but the beginning, and more mercenaries fall, and with them they are often accompanied by a larger number of Wiegand people.

Looking at the team of mercenaries who were barely standing with only people left, William standing in the team of adventurers could not stand, he missed the first Wiegand raid last night because he was drunk, and it was not until he woke up this morning that he was incorporated into the team of adventurers to be part of the team of defenders of the city.

It wasn't just William himself who raised the sword in his hand, but the scene in front of him reminded these old oilers of the years when they had just left their hometown, and also remembered the girl in their hometown. These people were also some hot-blooded people who were wandering in the rivers and lakes, and they continued to go out with what little they had, although the reasons were different, but they all had the ambition to get ahead. The mercenaries' heroic posture awakens their thirst for honor, or not...... But in any case, they decided to stand up at this time.

Hundreds of adventurers rushed into the battle, shouting their hometown, their names, or some girl they had cared for all their lives, and then they gladly died. In the interweaving of swords and axes, the two armies collided violently, and people kept falling, and people constantly replenished from the rear, and the soldiers fell to the ground in all directions, some of them had completely passed away to meet their gods or play in the garden of their dreams, and some people just fainted in the fierce battle, but in this short three-meter-wide battlefield, there was no difference between them for a while.

William was one of the first adventurers to rush into the battlefield, and the Wiegand warriors were first startled by the soldiers who rushed up, but then they found that these people were far behind the mercenaries in terms of equipment and martial arts, so they let go and fought with these people.

Quaker, a Wiegand warrior who had just climbed the walls, came here to pursue his honor and prove himself on the battlefield, which is also a tribal tradition. He was both lucky and unlucky to make it to the top of the city. Although he had not participated in any wars before, his strong physique propelled him to the battlefield. Watching the brave mercenaries harvest their fellow villagers, Quake said in his heart that he was not afraid, it was false, but the thought of the stinking swamp and the cold ice water gave him a reason to continue standing here.

When Quake turned around, he happened to watch a group of big Pruss rush over with some words he didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from playing martial arts. A tall young man rushed in front of him and slashed at his head fiercely, although Quake didn't quite understand why the Great Pruss, who lived a good life every day, resisted desperately, but he still skillfully raised his shield to block the attack, and then took out his axe and fought back against the young man's arm.

But what Quake didn't notice was that the warrior who rushed up was far more than this young man, in perception, his inevitable axe only barely touched the man's hand, and then fell to the ground weakly, a half-bald large Pruss middle-aged swordsman slashed his shoulder with a sword, and the tearing pain made him faint to the ground, if Quaker's gods didn't help, Quaker's life might never have to wake up again.

And John, who was standing in front of Quake, felt a sharp pain in his hand, and then the sword couldn't hold it anyway, and then before he could react, he had been kicked to the ground by someone, and after a close contact with the Wiegand brothers who had just fallen, John also fell asleep with him.

The citizens standing behind the adventurers let out their voices as if they had just woken up from a dream, and an inexplicable sense of shame welled up in their hearts as they looked at these strangers who had sacrificed their lives, their bent knees hardened again, and their trembling hands held their spears again. The townspeople clinging to each other's bodies, standing in long rows, rushed towards the Wiegand people, and a few Wiegand warriors were driven off the wall by the townspeople before they could dodge.

The war went from the mutual temptation of the early morning to the heat of midday, from the heart-rending screams to the anguish and numbness of death. The moment the sun set on the city, all the warriors looked blankly at the sky, and now they could only rely on time to end this war.

It was still the familiar conch horn, but this time it was particularly whimpering. Wiegand's warriors climbed down from the city in numbness, and many even lost their weapons in despair.

Even with such a rout, the citizens of Valuno were completely incapable of pursuing the enemy. They stood lazily at the head of the city, most of them no longer had the strength to move, and were completely supported by a mouthful of thought. Mender and Joyce stood behind the town's walls, and the two men were already armed, and they were not going to sit idly by until the Wiegand climbed over the walls.

Vidia sat very quietly on a large rock, and in his eyes the world had completely turned into a mass of blood, the red of the setting sun and the red of the city, two completely different colors intersecting in his eyes, a sight he had never seen before. When the Weegand retreated from the city and the shouts of killing had subsided, Vidia's heart felt a little empty, as if something important in her life had been sucked away.