By the time Thoreau decided to set out from the camp, it was nearly dark, and after the march and the previous battle, the time had been postponed until the second half of the night. Even if the Wiegand warriors are physically beaten, they will inevitably fall into mental exhaustion, and after they are tired, they may make some out-of-character actions, and in the fierce battlefield, out-of-character actions may often bring some unexpected consequences.

One poor Wiegand warrior, not noticing that his companions had stopped attacking, was so valiant that he set his axe in the earthen wall, and then borrowed his strength from above and flipped it up in two blows. However, when he climbed over, what he saw was not the heroic Weygans slaughtering the scarred, completely incapable Big Pruth brutes, but a group of spear-wielding Big Prussian farmers staring at him like fools.

The Weygan warrior who climbed the wall did not understand what was happening, so he had to take the shield from his back to try to prevent the vital points of his upper body, hoping for the warriors of his own clan who were about to climb up. Soon, the Wiegand warrior's mind went through four processes: excitement, doubt, disappointment, and finally despair. Several peasants, who had just been replenished from the rear to the front line, watched with a wicked smile as the man retreated to the edge of the castle, and finally raised his spear and stabbed him in the lower half of the body as the mercenary had taught.

All the sounds of the entire battlefield were covered by an exaggerated scream. After experiencing unimaginable pain, this valiant Weegand warrior fell from the city wall on his back, and fell heavily to the ground, the blood of his lower body flowing from the head of the city to the bottom of the city, and his nerves, which had already fainted, were forcibly awakened by the stimulation of falling from the wall.

At this time, he had come to the end of his life, but the pain of not knowing when it would end still dominated the man's nerves, and he no longer had the strength to shout. Tears flowed down his otherwise resolute face, only by this time his face was a little highly distorted. The man, who was already out of breath and intake in a lot, used all his strength to shout out a word that even the Great Pruss could understand.

"Mom!"

The voice was not loud, but it had outweighed the most miserable wail, and even one of the hunters who had just been pierced in the shoulder by a spear felt a light pain in his shoulder. The peasants who had reached the end of the city looked at their bloody spearheads, and were a little embarrassed to pestle there, as if they had been caught stealing apples from their neighbor's woods for the first time as children.

The Wiegand warrior lying on the ground looked at his fellow warriors with pleading eyes, although he had not yet figured out what had caused such a big difference and change in the battle situation, he had only one wish at this time, he hoped that his compatriots could give him a good time, he really couldn't accept such a death.

The few remaining Wiegand warriors standing under the city did not care about the life or death of this poor man at this time, and the hunters at the head of the city aimed at these live targets that were close at hand, and although the power of the bow and arrow was limited, it was now scattered on them like a shower, and they also specially greeted them where their armor could not defend them, and they had become several big hedgehogs. If it weren't for their well-trained, they would have fled for their lives at this time.

In the end, the mercenary Hope, who was still standing at the head of the city, frowned and gave the poor creature a good time. The heavy arrow pierced his bare throat, and the blood blocked the man's trachea, and after only a few seconds, the man stopped breathing completely, ending his painful life.

Since then, the Wiegand tribe has ushered in their first attrition.

Looking at the battlefield that had reached a stalemate, Thoreau nodded to the herald beside him, and as the man swallowed his last breath of blood, the heavy sound of a conch sounded again. The Wiegand warriors moved again, only this time instead of attacking with the same storm as they had at the beginning of the war, they turned and left the battlefield.

Most of the soldiers exited the battlefield in an orderly manner, and they did not forget to help their wounded brother when they left. But the soldiers who rushed too far forward looked a little embarrassed, looking at the few huge stones carried up by a few citizens at the head of the city, their first reaction was to throw away the shield in their hands, turn around and run away.

The first war between the Wiegand tribe and the small town of Valuno ended somewhat in this way, but Mayor Joyce, who was standing not far behind the city walls, breathed a long sigh of relief. The battle came so suddenly, and although the people of the town had been preparing for a while, when the war came, they still found themselves deeply inadequate.

There are many soldiers who have just picked up their weapons when they have just finished training and rested, and their physical strength is already very small, if it weren't for the shallow trench that mercenary Hope commanded to dig two days ago, the town would have changed hands at this time.

Joyce's face turned pale, his body shook and he almost fell to the ground, but Vedia, who was standing on the side, hurriedly supported his already severely overdrawn body. Joyce is no longer young, especially in the last few days, when his overexertion has made him physically weak.

The defenders standing on the city wall looked at the Weegand warriors who were fading away from view, until the Wiegand completely disappeared into the darkness, and then they laid down their sweat-stained weapons as if they were unloaded. The mercenary Hope put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and the excessive number of shots had already caused a bloody mark on Hope's calloused hand, Hope shook his hand, trying to make a look of not caring very much, although he knew in his heart that this was a precursor to the imminent limit of his hand.

Looking at the wooden thorn trench that had made great achievements, Hope still couldn't stop being afraid. In fact, it was the first time he had seen the effect of this trench with his own eyes, and before that, he had only heard the knight of José inadvertently mention it once after breaking through the bandits' camp once.

That was what the Knight José had seen at one of the fortresses of the Amaks, and the Knight of José described the shape of the trench with great interest, but only lightly stated the outcome of the siege: "We were slightly hindered in the capture of the fortress, and we fought from the early morning of the first day until the afternoon of the second day, when the last of the Amaks in the fortress breathed." ”

This caused a storm in Hope's heart at that time, he could not imagine what kind of trench could hold back an army of thousands of people of the calibre of Jose for two days and one night, and besides, the knight of Jose said that it was not a very tall and strong fortress.

With the mentality of trying it out, Hope sent people to dig this trench with those citizens who were not very busy, but unexpectedly, it saved the town's life at a critical moment.

At this time, Brother Mender and Frederick, who were in charge of collecting battle damage, had already made preliminary statistics, and the two of them walked to Hope's side with calm faces, and said: "We lost seven young men in this battle, two of them died neatly, and five of them lost their lives because they were too chaotic on the battlefield and could not be treated in time. In addition, there are 17 seriously injured people, and the lightly injured have not yet been counted. ”

"I have no intention of questioning your command skills, Mr. Hope, needless to say, you just saved the town. But I would like to warn you that if we continue to fight like this, in less than three days, our lads will not even be able to occupy the walls. Mender said worriedly.

"It's a no-brainer!," said Frederick, much more bluntly, "the swamp people will suck us dry like mosquitoes in the swamp." ”

While the Great Prus were nervously cleaning up the battlefield, through the dark deep forests and quiet flat snowfields, the tribal warriors of Wiegand also returned to their camps, most of the warriors were lifeless and their morale was a little low.

More than a dozen tribal generals crowded into Thoreau's tent, making the otherwise spacious tent seem a little cramped. Looking at these generals with a little bit of injury, Thoreau suddenly laughed, and laughed out loud, and the tribal generals who stood at the head of the tribe did not know why, and asked Thoreau to be angry and guilty.

"Your Excellency, we have failed to command well, please punish you severely. ”

"Lord Campbell, it's useless for us, but you can't be angry, the army still needs to be commanded by you. ”

These generals, who had all nostrils facing the sky, bowed their heads, and one of the timid tribal generals even trembled on his knees, and was about to fall to his knees.

"My generals, what are you guilty of?" Thoreau finally spoke, "I decided to take this raid, and I will take all the responsibility." But I don't think we're defeated, on the contrary, those who are in the camp should be heroes who have returned from victory!"

Thoreau's words were so loud that even though most of the tribal generals still didn't understand what he meant, they faintly felt a little more at ease in their hearts.

Thoreau spoke again, and just as he was about to give an explanation, he happened to see that Jan was already looking at him with wide eyes, obviously already having his own thoughts in his heart, so he changed his words again: "Jan, I see that you seem to have something to say, why don't you tell everyone your opinion." ”

Seeing this, Yang did not shirk, and simply stood up to the ranks of the tribal generals and said: "According to my understanding of this war, I think that this surprise attack of ours is undefeated and defeated. ”

Speaking of this, Young paused, and after seeing Thoreau's appreciative eyes, she continued: "In this night raid, we fought in a hurry, and although the morale was high when we set off, it obviously did not reveal the full strength of the soldiers, but it was very effective to detect the reality of the other town. The most important point is that, according to the statistics just sent back by our military intelligence officer, except for one soldier who is missing, there are only three wounded who have really lost their combat effectiveness, and most of the soldiers are only slightly injured or even bruised, which is basically undamaged for our army, but for the Great Prussians, they have lost at least several times more troops than us. If we continue to fight like this, they simply don't have the capital to fight us to the end. ”

After listening to what Yang said, the atmosphere in the big tent suddenly became much more lively, and a few simple-minded tribal generals even showed their smiles again. Thoreau, who was standing at the head of the big tent, bowed slightly, and then took over and said, "Yes, that's exactly the case. I have the intention of testing the enemy's reality in this battle, but it is more important to teach these Great Prussians a good lesson, so that they understand the gap between them and us, so that whether we accept their surrender or the next strong attack, we will be much smoother. ”

"Generals, please send a few teams of men to keep an eye on the people in the opposite town, who have fled overnight or have some other move. As for the rest, please rest well, it won't be long before we have a tough battle to fight. Speaking of this, Thoreau deliberately bought a pass, and waited until the tribal generals looked at him suspiciously, and then continued: "There are many goods and women in the town, and I am afraid that after the city gates are opened, there will inevitably be a big war." ”

At this point, the generals of the tribe burst into laughter, and the great tent was once again filled with the cheerful air of that desire for victory. After the generals gave the order, Yukan left the camp, and Jan followed them out of the camp.

Instead of going straight back to his tent, Jan chose to walk around the camp. The soldiers had already fallen asleep, and the camp was filled with loud snoring and strong body odor, and it was estimated that their tents were no better. With the idea of finding a quiet place, Jan thought about today's conversation in the tent as he walked towards the corner of the camp.

Fang Cai's words were indeed Yang's own thoughts, but when he thought that this war might just start and was about to end, Yang's mood couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"I really don't know if any fool is also on the city wall, I don't know if he has been hit today, he is so stupid, if he is on the city wall, he will die very quickly. Probably not, after all, he was a sentinel sent back, and their commander shouldn't just let him go to battle, no......"

Looking at the fading stars in the sky, the bright moon that was about to disappear from sight, and a hazy light about to hang in the sky. With these careful thoughts, which she herself could not understand, Jan lay lazily on a lawn in the camp, and soon fell asleep.

In a trance, she seemed to hear a man's sigh, but she was so tired that the soft new grass made her too lazy to get up, so she didn't get up to check. This lawn was a small piece of land that she had left for herself when she set up the camp, and no one knew of it except for a few people she trusted.

In the darkness, a man was standing beside Young, the unclear moonlight shone on Young's body, leaving only a beautiful shadow in the human sight, the graceful curves and the fragrance of Ruoyin aroused the man's most primitive longing, but he could only desperately gasp a few breaths to force himself to calm down, go to Young's tent to find a blanket she usually used to cover, and then spread it on the woman as gently as possible with his rough and trembling hands, hunched over and seemed to run out.