Cheng Kong cursed a few words, put on his straw sandals again, and followed the farmers along the bluestone paved streets.

No matter how you say it, it's also a friend of life and death, Cheng Kong doesn't know what to do now, it's better to follow them, at least there won't be too many problems.

At this point, the entire city of Russ was in motion, and the sound of running and commands could be heard everywhere.

Not far in front of Cheng Kong, in a barracks with spear signs, groups of well-trained spearmen wearing thin iron armor were gathering in a group under the command of the officer, and at a shooting range with bow and arrow signs hanging on the street to the right of Cheng Kong, from which a group of soldiers wearing leather armor with bows and arrows on their backs rushed out of it, running along the street towards the city wall.

The fat man was boiling with blood, his nostrils kept opening, and he felt that his heartbeat was accelerating, this is the life of a man, Jin Ge Iron Horse, bloody battle!

Although the fat man was not very outstanding when he was an assistant policeman, and most of the time he was a mess, but once this kind of blood from the bottom of a man's heart was stimulated, where could he still control it, and then he grabbed the farmer who pushed him before and opened his mouth and asked: "Brother, let's go to the battle too?" ”

Before the farmer could speak, one of the archers who ran by him laughed, and said with a smile as he ran over: "You also go to the battlefield, laugh at me, you better do your duty honestly, and go up is only to die." ”

No one has ever spoken to him like this in the county town, and no matter what people in modern society say, they will not ridicule him like this to their faces.

Cheng Kong was about to scold, and the farmer pulled the fat man's clothes: "Brother, he is right, the gap between us and them is too big, it's useless to go up, our seven or eight farmers are not enough for a spearman to kill, if you are shot by an arrow, it will be a second, forget it, there is no need to take your own life." ”

In the time that the farmer was chattering, the archer, who had mocked him, had already run to the foot of the wall, and was going up the slope of the wall, and the fat man had no choice but to give up, no matter how angry he was.

The fat man, whose enthusiasm for the war had been hit, sat on the side of the street like the other farmers, and pulled the farmer to chat.

The fat man is also a little confused now, is there such a real game?

The fat man learned from the farmer that this castle was orderly, from top to bottom, there were different combat arms, spearmen, archers, griffins, swordsmen, monks, knights, angels, a total of seven kinds, and the same level of troops was also divided into ordinary and elite, with different strengths and different names, such as spearmen can evolve into halberds after tempering to a certain extent, and their strength will increase a lot.

And these farmers themselves are not even level seven, they are just a bunch of waste wood used to produce food.

Of course, if there were no farmers, the castle would have declined due to hunger.

Scrap wood? Before the fat man could speak, the farmer said again: "Here not only depends on strength, but also on luck, last time we had a brother in the farmer army, that luck is good, the enemy army of Element City came to attack, and after killing to the worst, it was a defeat for both sides, and the enemy army was left with a phoenix, and there were only two knights left on our side, our brother didn't know what to do, rushing up was a fork, the phoenix was hung, after the war, he was directly promoted to a knight, why didn't I have such good luck." ”

When the fat man heard this, he became depressed and excited, and there is such a good thing? There was almost green light in his eyes, and the iron fork in his hand couldn't help but squeeze tightly, and as soon as he made an iron fork, he became a knight, who didn't want such a good thing, who was a bastard!

Just when the fat man was thinking about it, the siege of Hegra against Russ began!

Boom Boom! The stone bullet thrown by the trebuchet made a huge sound after hitting the city wall, and the fat man who was caught off guard trembled for a while, and the farmer brother, who had seen a lot of wars, laughed and patted the fat man's shoulder, and the face that seemed to crack the field trembled: "Don't be afraid, the trebuchet only attacks the city wall, and it can't be thrown to us, so let me tell you about this rookie!" ”

With the strength of the fat farmer, he was not even allowed to go up the city wall, and naturally he couldn't see what the army of Hegra City who came to attack the city looked like, so he had to listen to the farmer's explanation honestly.

It is said that this Hegra City is also a castle city, more than a hundred kilometers away from Russ City, in order to compete for various resources and minerals between the two cities, they have been fighting each other for many years, this month is not me to fight you, next month you will fight me.

However, generally speaking, the defending side is more dominant, with the moat and the city wall blocking, the besieging side can only cause damage to the defending side by flying troops, and the ground troops can only enter the battle after the trebuchet breaks the city wall, in this time difference, the besieging force will be covered by the arrow rain of the archers of the defending side.

After listening to the farmer's explanation, the fat man's heart relaxed.

We will win, what are we afraid of, we are tired of waiting like this, the sun is so good, it is better to sleep.

After greeting the farmer, the fat man was at ease, and lay down, not feeling that there was dust on the ground, and fell asleep on the side of the street.

The farmer was talking in good spirits, but when he saw that the fat man had fallen asleep, he could not disturb him, so he also lay down, and after a while he began to snore.

When two farmers lay down, the rest of the farmers will not be reserved, and will lie down one by one.

Eight farmers lay together, snoring like a nightingale, one after another, intertwined with the shouts of killing from time to time, like a famous song in the world.

Just when the famous songs of this world continued to sound, the offensive of the army of Hegra City became more and more fierce.

Huge boulders continued to fall from the walls of Russ City, smashing huge gaps in the walls and arrow towers.

The Hegra army outside the city walls was divided into four teams, each of about two hundred men.

Two teams of spearmen stood guard by the massive trebuchet, and a group of archers was firing at the Russ archers on the ramparts, and from time to time someone fell from an arrow.

The last group of swordsmen, led by an elite swordsman, stood silent, with solemn faces, waiting for the moment when the city walls were completely destroyed and rushed into the city, completely laying down the victory.

As mentioned before, the defending side will always have some advantage.

The archers on the walls of Russ took advantage of the cover and condescending superiority of the battlements, and their casualty rate was much lower than that of the Hegra archers under the city.