A second round of arrows rained down from the sky, and an arrow slashed against the helmet of the chief of the guard, and the metal arrow rubbed against the helmet with a tooth-aching squeak, and the frightened captain bowed his head and shrank under the fence. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Because of the death of the red-haired Sjepan, the infantry was once again in disarray, and even a few of them had turned and started to flee, but before they could run 30 paces, they were shot to the ground by the archers who were responsible for providing them with cover behind, and the wavering elements who were waiting to see if they could escape could only continue to press against the fence.

Two of the many crossbow arrows on the roof stood out, towards the archer's position 70 paces away, one passed through the throat of an archer, and finally sank into the ground in front of an archer in the back, causing him to jump backwards in fright, and the archer who had been shot in the throat had already discarded his longbow and clutched his neck with both hands, as if to stop the blood from flowing down his throat.

Streams of blood flowed from between his fingers, and more blood gushed out from the back of his neck, and he slowly turned around, staggered two steps, and knelt down with his legs, and then fell straight down until his forehead was intimately attached to the earth, and then he held this position for a moment or twenty seconds, and then his body fell to one side.

Another arrow flew 70 paces away, easily tearing through his robe, spinning through the skin barrier, piercing through the rib cage, easily through the heart, and then burrowing through the back obstruction, sinking into the lower abdomen of another archer behind him.

The two unlucky guys, one shrank to the ground silently, a puddle of blood quickly gathered under the guy's body, and the other rolled desperately on the ground holding his lower abdomen, and a large section of intestines flowed out of his abdominal cavity, making several archers around him look nauseous, kneeling on the ground and vomiting heavily.

Jodel and Rist sent the missing crossbow to the right, and with their left hand they took the other good arrow from behind them, aiming it at the archers in the distance.

The three rounds of continuous shooting caused eight casualties among those archers, which seriously damaged the morale of the archers, causing them to lose most of their projectile accuracy, and even one round of most of the arrows was shot on their own people.

After retracting under the fence, the captain of the guard did not simply dodge the flying arrows, but pulled out a wooden wedge on the fence at a height of 1 meter to 1 meter 2 from the ground, and a hole in the fence immediately appeared in the fence, and he stabbed his one-handed sword out of the hole.

A loud and high-pitched scream came from outside the fence, and then one of the rebels jumped up and almost over the fence, and as you could see from the way he crossed the fence, he was clasping his crotch with both hands, and then slammed into the ground.

As soon as the guy fell to the ground, the rebels behind him immediately rushed up to block the gap he had left behind, and his screams were quickly drowned out by countless feet.

The guards and the people laughed when they saw the guy jumping up, and then they all pulled out the wooden wedge on the fence and stabbed the long sword and spear out of the hole.

After just half a second, screams rang out one after another outside the fence, and soon the screams came to an abrupt end, and the morale of the rebels was on the verge of collapse.

When Don Quixote gave the order to the archers to retreat, several clever rebels in the back noticed that the archers had retreated, they shouted, turned around and ran backwards, and the rebels, who were already disheartened, turned and fled, ignoring the crossbow arrows from behind, and only hated their parents for not giving them two more feet.

In this tentative attack, the rebels threw down nearly 100 corpses, and only one person was killed and five wounded in the windmill village, which is a negligible casualty ratio.

Don Quixote watched the infantry retreat, and did not stop them, but said, "Throw all these frightened cowards behind me!"

The captain of the windmill village inspected the area where the battle had just begun, the wooden fence had withstood the test, although there were a few damages, but it was not serious, he walked to the corpse of Stepan, and wanted to push Stepan's corpse out, but in the end he changed his mind, he grabbed Stepan's red hair with one hand, and lifted it up sharply, the long sword in his right hand slashed through Stepan's neck, and then used his sword to push the headless body of Stepan hanging on the fence to the outside of the fence.

The Captain of the Guard carried Sjepan's head for a few minutes as if it were a work of art, then turned Sjepan's face against the fence and fixed his head in the gap between the two fences.

The Captain's actions did not cause any discomfort, but drew cheers from everyone, even Baron Miller, who was guarding the lord's palace.

He looked at everyone, walked over to the Captain, patted the Captain on the shoulder and said, "Good work." ”

"Lord Lord, why did you come out, it's too dangerous outside, please go back to the Lord's Mansion to command. The chief guard looked around worriedly.

"Hahaha, isn't there a place here that is dangerous? We are surrounded on all sides, I said that today we will all die here in glory, I have already dodged a round of attacks, it is enough, and the next round I will also go to the fence to defend!" Miller said to everyone with a smile, not at all seeing that everyone was surrounded by heavy regiments.

Everyone was infected by Miller's spirit, and shouted loudly, and the chief of the guard said worriedly: "The next round of enemy attacks should be in full force, we don't have enough people." ”

"The fence can't be held, so we let them in and fight, room by room, house by house, fighting with them, we have to give them the heaviest casualties, and we are now buying time for the few villages and towns behind us. The lord wasn't worried at all, just smiled and said his plan.

Don Quixote waited until all the infantry had retreated to his position, and then he said to Sancho: "Go and give orders to the west and 200 men to the east, and continue the attack!"

As soon as Don Quixote finished giving the order, the captain of his own army took a step forward and said: "Wait, my lord, when the military division attacks this kind of small village, they all send us armored groups to attack, and only when attacking big cities and towns, will those cannon fodder be sent to take the lead, who will see if they still send us up, we guarantee that we will fall." ”

At this time, if he didn't mention the military division, maybe Don Quixote would still listen to it, but at this time he was already on fire, and they recalled that when they sent out the troops again, the resolute opposition of the military division, and immediately a nameless fire broke out, and he glared at the captain of his own soldiers fiercely and said, "Isn't this for you to have fewer casualties? You can go down." ”

The captain of the pro-soldier opened his mouth, but finally did not say anything, and obediently stepped aside, Sancho went to give the order, and after ten minutes or so, the new attacking team was assembled, and little by little approached the fence of the windmill village.

However, this offensive lineup made the captain of the Windmill Village very happy, these stupid rebels actually used the tactic of fueling, which was a waste of the rebel soldiers, but for the Windmill Village, they could kill more enemies.

The battle situation was like a copy of the previous offensive, although the front-line commander was appointed early, but the east and west sides were not unified to do coordinated operations, although the two fronts were fighting, but it did not cause much trouble to the defenders of the windmill village, after three hours of fierce fighting, the rebels left more than a hundred corpses and retreated.

Three more people were killed in this windmill village, almost all of them were wounded, but fortunately none of them were too bad, but Don Quixote was finally furious.

Originally, he wanted to attack immediately, but the captain of his own army jumped out again and immediately advised Don Quixote: "My lord, from the morning to the present, seeing that it is almost two o'clock in the afternoon, it is better to let the troops rest and let everyone eat something, and we will wait until we are finished eating to take down this small village." ”

Don Quixote finally did not insist on going his own way this time, and listened to the persuasion of the captain of his own army, and he let the whole army rest, eat, and save enough strength for the afternoon to continue the attack.

In the windmill village, the chief guard and Lord Miller had already expected that the afternoon would be a real Asian battle, and how long the thirty or so numbers held off the rebels depended on how well they fought in the afternoon.

Miller took out all the fine wines that had been treasured in the cellar over the years, and also put out all kinds of delicacies in the warehouse, and everyone went to the lord's mansion in batches to drink freely, but the wine should not be drunk too much, which was the unanimous opinion of everyone.

After filling his belly, the chief guard went down to the lord's private cellar for the first time, and Lord Miller also came down with him, and Lord Miller pointed to his private treasure and said, "What do you like?

The chief guard said to Lord Miller in a joking tone: "It's a pity that I'm not good at drinking, otherwise I would have emptied you!"

Miller didn't say anything, just smiled and made a gesture to the chief of the guard, and the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

While the chief guard was laughing, the chief guard saw seven or eight large wooden barrels in the corner, and he walked over and sniffed them, and these barrels did not have the smell of wine from ordinary wine barrels, but had a strong fishy smell.

He turned to Miller and asked, "What are these?"

Miller came over and looked at it, and said, "This is fish oil, which is used for lamp oil, and it just came in last week, and it hasn't been diluted yet, so it happened to this file." ”

The captain of the guard suddenly laughed and said, "Okay, maybe we can still block the next round of attacks." ”

"Huh?" Lord Miller didn't understand, but it didn't look like the chief guard was going to explain to him.

The captain of the guard happily rushed into the cellar and shouted, "Ark, Kirik, Oz, come here for me, and push the two water dragons in the village over to me." ”

The three of them replied loudly, "Howler!" and ran to push the water hose, and the chief guard shouted again: "Yodel, Lille, you two push me up the eight barrels of fish oil in the cellar, and find a few more people to dilute these fish oil and pour them into the water hose, hurry up, everyone move!"