The chief guard stared at Kirov and said, "Are you as alert as I am when you are in battle?"

"No!" said Kirov. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Are you as decisive as me when you are in battle?"

"Nope!"

"Do you have my judgment in battle?"

"Nope!"

"Do you have the experience I have when you are in battle?"

"Nope!"

"Then what reason do you have to rush to stay with me?"

"Yes! I'm more decisive than you!" Kirov argued loudly.

"Yes, it's because you are decisive in carrying out your mission that you are asked to protect the little young master and rush out, do you understand? The little young master is the last hope of our windmill, do you see it? The young and strong laborers of our village are all here, they all die here, even if the windmill village is destroyed, take the little young master out, it will also be regarded as leaving a root for our windmill village, you know? I beg you, brother!" The chief guard put his head on Kirov's head, grabbed the back of Kirov's head with one hand, and said to him in a small way.

"I know, even if I die, I will send the little young master to Mrs. and Little Miss, don't worry. Kirov, a man who never shed tears, burst into tears.

"Okay, don't say it, let's go, it's too late. In just a few minutes, another rebel contingent of about 200 people arrived, also lined up in a huge phalanx, standing quietly on the left hand side of Don Quixote's guard.

When Kirov saw the neat phalanx, he didn't say a word, and pulled William Jr. to leave, but William stood still, dragging his feet out of two deep ditches on the ground.

Kirov wiped his tears with his hands, carried little William directly to his shoulders, and strode towards the only way out of the village, completely ignoring Little William's loud scolding.

Baron Miller glanced at the guards beside him and said: "I have no reason to let you die with me, whoever wants to live, go and catch up with Kirov, I have only one request, protect little William, protect all the old and young in the windmill village, visit!"

Baron Miller once again bent his noble waist, but no one left, and the chief guard said, "My lord, it is enough for the young and old of the windmill village to be guarded by the young master and Kirov, and we will wrestle with you with the rebels." ”

Fortunately, Windmill Village is a village close to the border, and the number of hard crossbows in the village is still quite a lot, there are more than 10 crossbows in total, and each crossbow has 40 arrows, so that one-third of the people can use long-range weapons, but unfortunately there are fewer arrows.

The Romanian rebels arrived, and by the time the last peasant army arrived, it was already two hours later, and by this time the village of Windmill had been besieged by the rebel regiments.

When the last of the troops arrived, Don Quixote immediately ordered the attack, and the peasants, who had just arrived, were driven by Don Quixote's personal guards towards the fence of the village.

Sjepan is a small farmer in the countryside of Transylvania, Romania, about early thirties, after Don Quixote raised troops, he felt that the troops were insufficient, he immediately posted a conscription notice, Sjepan was to see the excitement, his height of about 1.7 meters is not prominent, but the bad is the weather in early spring, he took advantage of the slack to go to the city to carry a big bag for people to earn some extra money.

As soon as he finished carrying the bag, he took off his shirt and put it on his shoulders, wearing only a sleeveless gown, and his thick arms made the recruiter see it at a glance.

The recruiter pinched Sjepan's arm hard, hammered his chest again, and said with satisfaction: "No, it's a good man, how can you come to eat food and become a soldier, a monthly salary of 5 silver coins." ”

For ordinary peasants who said that the last meal did not go down, 5 silver coins were too tempting, Sjepan originally planned to work on the team for a month, so he took the money and slipped away, but what he didn't expect was that he followed the rebel troops all the way in Romania to kill all directions, every battle was very simple, to the ground, Don Quixote first sent a neat mouth, counted the evil deeds of the nobles, and then let people go to the village ** A few arrows, the village and town surrendered.

Then there was the hell for the rich and noble families in the villages and towns, the paradise of these rebels, who executed the nobles at will, made the rich rich into slaves, their women were beaten as prostitutes for the pleasure of the soldiers, and the men carried food for the rebels.

However, for ordinary people, it is only slightly better, compared to the nobles, these rebels need a little less taxes, but if you want to live well, join the rebels and create a rebellion against the nobles together, and you will naturally live a nourishing life.

Sjepan fought a few battles like this, but he didn't expect the battles to be so easy to fight, the money was so easy to earn, and the ambition grew like a weed, and there were a few hard battles, and the rebels were numerous, and he followed behind, not seeking merit but no fault, and also let him survive on the battlefield, and now he is the captain of more than a dozen people.

After they occupied the whole territory of Romania, the military division that had been following Don Quixote seemed to have a disagreement with Don Quixote's great leader, and this time the Western Expeditionary Army Division did not come with the army, but only said that it was training in the rear.

But these are not what Stepan needs to understand, he just needs to manage the dozen or so people under his command, after coming out of Romania, the troops have been chasing and defeating a small number of government troops, but they can't catch up, but they are chasing farther and farther, but the team is fighting more and more, there were more than 1,500 people when they came out, and now there are more than 3,000 people.

But these soldiers who had just been converted from peasants were really squeamish, and after only five or six days of continuous walking, these peasants could not stand it, and the ranks were sparse and scattered, and they had to stop often and wait for those who had fallen behind.

The 200-odd men were the last to enter the battlefield, and before they could rest, the chief of the Great Chief's guard called out to several of their captains, and asked them to immediately organize their men and attack with his low fence.

One captain didn't argue a few words, the chief guard didn't say a word, he pulled out his knife and chopped him over, the deputy captain went up directly, and the other captains were immediately silent and didn't say anything.

Sjepan was no exception, and when he returned to the team, he immediately drove a dozen of his own from the ground and forced them to move forward slowly, but Sjepan also kept an eye on it, and he made his men walk slower than the few, faster than the majority, so that they were slightly higher in the middle of the crowd.

Because the overseer behind them thought they were rushing too slowly, they had already begun to release arrows in the back, and the last few people who ran were immediately shot into hedgehogs, and the speed of the crowd immediately increased.

In the windmill village, there are only a dozen or so houses, and each house has a crossbowman on the roof, which allows them to control a large area outside the fence to the maximum extent, and the lord has asked them to keep the enemy as close as possible to make sure that every crossbow arrow can hit the target.

The chief guard saw that a group of more than 200 rebels were driven and rushed over, and he laughed: "Hahaha, we have been waiting for more than two hours, just waiting for such a group of cowards, everyone don't have to worry, we will not be taken away by a wave, we have gone underground, and the elders in the village can proudly say that we have killed several times the enemy!"

The words of the chief of the guard quickly calmed down the panic that had been spreading because they had waited for more than two hours, and everyone clenched the spears in their palms, and a wave of courage continued to rush out of their bodies, bringing strength to their nervous bodies.

The chief guard continued: "Fourth, you take ten people to the back to rest first, and the others are concentrated behind the fence in the east of the village, these idiots are actually only attacking at one end, we can concentrate on defense! ”

The captain of the crossbowmen lying on the roof immediately responded: "Don't worry, Chief Guard, we will keep an eye on it, as long as there is any movement in other directions, we will report to you immediately!"

"Okay, everyone cheer up, we will win the first battle!"

"Win the first battle!" all shouted.

Sjepan was driving his men like sheep, when he heard the village shouting, which startled them, and they all stopped involuntarily, and at this time they were a little away from the overseer's team and the bow and arrow shot out of the head, so everyone's courage was also a little stronger, so as soon as the leader stopped, they naturally stopped.

When they stopped, they heard the shouts of the people of the small village, they had never encountered such a village before, and every time they rushed forward, the defenders of the village were nervous to death, and the words shouted were trembling.

But today, the people here shouted so imposingly, where did this put them? Originally, the leader had a breath in his heart, and he was about to attack without even resting when he got to the ground, and as a result, he seemed to be ridiculed by so many decrepit people in the village, and he couldn't bear it.

The leader shouted, "Brothers, rush!" and took the lead in rushing, and Sjepan froze and followed suit, but he also restrained his subordinates and told them to run slower, so that more people rushed to the front.

Looking at the more than 200 people hula and running over in a hurry, the guard shouted loudly: "Crossbowman Dongfang Group, steady, steady." "Little by little, the rebels approached the fence, and each crossbowman had a handful of sweat in his hands.

When the rebels rushed to 3 or 40 steps away from the fence, the guard chief suddenly drew his waist knife and shouted: "All the eastern group has it, shoot!"

The four crossbowmen of the Eastern Group immediately shot the arrows in the crossbow machine, and then they immediately loaded the arrows without looking at the results, and at this moment the shout of the guard chief came again: "In other directions, leave one person in each direction, and everyone supports the Eastern Group, continue shooting!"

The crossbowmen from the other three directions, with the exception of one who monitored the enemy's movements, all turned to the east, divided into four levels, and constantly fired at the rushing rebels.