Bastard Ath, don't hide in your kennel and come out with your black-robed dog......"

"Coward! Coward! Bastard! ～”

A stone's throw north of the makeshift camp on the southern border, several of Dean's retinue stood on horseback and shouted at the defenders of the makeshift camp. (5) ∨ eight (5) ∨ eight (5) ∨ reading (5) ∨ books, .●.●o Such insults and insults continued from early morning to evening.

The "Dean Legion" had arrived near the border post at noon yesterday, and after burning down the shacks and various barricades around the border post, they set up barracks on the west side of the trade road a mile north of the outpost. The fighting, brawling, frolicking and gambling along the way were gone, and the men who lived by fighting were all silent, and the whole camp was filled with only the noise of the fire-making and cooking handymen and the cattle transporting supplies, except for the sound of sharpening swords and sharpening swords and adjusting bows and strings.

This is an army to be reckoned with, so after deliberation, Art and Angus decided to hold out first and thwart the enemy's spirit.

"Smith!" Art shouted.

Smith, the temporary leader of the gōngnǔ squad, heard the rumors and climbed the arrow tower.

"Big ~ people ~ ~ you ~ you call me?"

"Those bastards have been scolding all day, and now it's almost dark, it's time to send them back to camp to rest." Yat pointed to the gōngnǔ squad tent under the arrow tower.

"Okay~I~I've long been~ want to shoot that bastard~." Smith laughed and jumped off the arrow tower in a few steps, and the gōngnǔ hands of the gōngnǔ squad prepared to shoot several mongrels who had insulted them outside the wall.

Since the enemy soldiers who were shouting were standing beyond the maximum range of the rift bow, Smith did not use his bow and arrows at all, he took out all six crossbows assigned to the gōngnǔ squad, and arranged the six gōngnǔ hands in two rows in the camp, and then Smith removed the step bow from his back, tied a red strip of cloth to a flat-headed light arrow, stood in front of the gōngnǔ squad, and wound the arrows in the direction of several scolding enemy soldiers and raised his hand to the sky to draw the bow.

Sou~~~~~~

A light arrow crossed the wall of the camp and flew towards the enemy soldiers standing on horseback, and the arrow fell to a few scolding enemy soldiers without accident, a distance of more than 30 paces, causing several scolding enemy soldiers to laugh loudly, and the scolding was even higher.

Smith turned his head to look at Art, who was watching the arrow's landing on the tower.

"Thirty-five steps in front of the enemy, three steps in front and back, positive, no wind." Art said to Smith in the camp.

Smith nodded, turned his head and yelled at the soldiers of the gōngnǔ squad: "Straight ahead, no wind, one hundred and fifty steps, test firing ready!"

The six gōngnǔ hands behind him wound up and released arrows, raising the gōngnǔ in their hands to a consistent angle, and Smith walked over to several people to observe and adjust the angle of the gōngnǔ. → eight → eight → read → books, .↓.o≥

"Shoot !!"

Six crossbow arrows flew out almost simultaneously, and flew across the top of the air towards a few immediate enemy soldiers more than a hundred and fifty paces away.

The six crossbow arrows had just left the string, and the gōngnǔ hand had already begun preparations for the next shot.

"Tuk! Sincere! Du~"Six crossbow arrows crossed the enemy soldiers, chājìn in the hard ground behind them, and a layer of dust exploded.

Several of the enemy soldiers looked at each other, they were frightened this time, but they did not stop cursing, because the arrows had passed them more than ten paces.

"Ten steps behind enemy lines, positive, no wind." Art, who was observing the landing point, shouted again.

"Straight ahead, one hundred and forty paces, no wind—shoot!"

The gōngnǔ hand slightly lowered the angle of the gōngnǔ, and six crossbow arrows flew out.

A moment later, there were several screams from the enemy soldiers who were immediately shouting, and then there was chaos, and a few panicked enemy soldiers dragged the wounded soldiers back to the camp.

"Hit two riders!" Art laughed and yelled at the camp gōngnǔ.

There was also cheering in the camp.

"Haha, my lord, this of yours, this method of fixed-point coverage shooting is really powerful!" Angus couldn't help but boast as he looked at the enemy soldiers who had been shot off their horses a hundred and forty paces away.

This kind of fixed-point shooting is a shooting technique that Art has developed based on the memories of his previous life. An archer who is proficient in archery uses the "standard arrow" landing point of the bow {crossbow} to correct the target distance and wind direction, and then shoots in cover after determining the distance and wind direction.

At the beginning of the training, the gōngnǔ hands of the gōngnǔ squad did not demand the accuracy of a single person's shooting, but emphasized the coordination between all the gōngnǔ hands of the squad, and in the training, all gōngnǔ hands {especially crossbowmen} were required to master the bow and arrow between fifty and two hundred paces and the shooting angles of each point of the gōngnǔ, once the target distance was determined, the gōngnǔ hands would determine the approximate angle of the bow, and then the gōngnǔ squad leader would fine-tune the angle of lifting according to factors such as wind direction and terrain.

"Sergeant Major, this method of archery is only the first attempt, and in the future, we will have enough archers before it can really play a role, and now we have different crossbow shapes in our library, and it is difficult to grasp the size of the bow, and the practicality is not great. Later, we can make our own gōngnǔ and see if we can achieve the effect I wanted. Yat knew that his point-and-shoot technique wasn't practical at the moment.

"My lord, do you think they will attack tomorrow?" Angus asked.

"I'll just wait for them to attack, and when they hit their heads under the camp and bleed, I will go out of the camp to fight them."

"But if we continue to insult like this, our morale~~" Angus was very worried about morale.

"It's better to be scolded than to be stabbed, you are a person who is proficient in military affairs, you should be able to see the combat power of those mercenaries outside, now they are menacing, if we attack rashly, how sure can we win?"

Angus shook his head, "There are no less than twenty elite mercenaries in this group, and the others must also be in battle often, and there is no absolute certainty of victory." ”

"So I can't hold out, although these people are strong in battle, they are fighting for money, they will not fight hard to attack the fortified fort, even if they really attack the fort, our soldiers will not suffer a loss if they hold on to the fort."

"The food and supplies we have hoarded here are enough for three months, but the food they carry is estimated to be only enough for twenty days, I see if he can hold on to the siege for three months!" Art said fiercely.

"They didn't pay attention to Boulder Town, which means that they have no intention of building a baggage transport line at all, which means that they want to finish the battle as soon as possible, and when the enemy is about to lose their hold, I will fight them."

Art said to Angus, Kazak, and Colin: "Strictly guard the military fortress and beware of sneak attacks." Then he climbed down the tower and went back to rest in his tent.

For three days, the "Dean Legion" continued to insult and insult in front of the camp every day, but this time they did not dare to ride their horses again, but roared at a distance of about two hundred paces under the cover of their shields.

In the early morning of the fourth day of the siege, after constant quarrels and compromises with several mercenary leaders, Dean finally made up his mind to start storming the camp.

However, this group of mercenaries who were only loyal to the gold cake and silver coins did not have the consciousness of fighting to the death in the face of the strong wall, and after receiving the huge siege reward paid by Dean, they only symbolically sent twenty or thirty mercenary minions to carry out a landing attack on the garrison camp, and when the two squadrons of soldiers were all sent to the wall to defend, the mercenaries who died five or six people immediately retreated, and the defenders only paid the price of one death and two minor injuries.

Dean stomped his foot in the back line with his sword in hand, threatening to behead the first soldier to retreat, but he never dared to cut off the head of the mercenary captain who led the retreat.

Seeing that the time passed day by day, not to mention the huge amount of military salaries and food and materials paid to the mercenaries every day, the crime of leading troops to attack the noble territory without the permission of the palace was enough for Dean, and the more time they stayed here, the more power the Dean family had in the hands of their opponents.

Normally, the lord's private fights may go unnoticed, but now that the kingdom is short of soldiers, and the knights with soldiers in their hands are busy with the excuse of private battles, although the Dean family has a "far-fetched" reason to send troops and the instructions of a certain court magnate, the court cannot tolerate this kind of thing to continue.

On the fifth day of the siege of the border outpost, quarrels rang out in the tents of the "Dean Regiment" for a morning.

The news that the palace was about to send the garrison of Tignets County to the border to mediate by force had reached Dean's ears, and the news that Wincheston Manor and his farm had also been attacked by bandits, Dean really didn't expect that Art would let himself keep insulting and provoking every day and couldn't hold out, and the "Dean Army", which was originally intended to be formed by one blow, had been surrounded for five days but didn't even see the shadow of Art.

If he waits any longer, as soon as the Tinets county garrison arrives, Dean will have to obediently withdraw his troops.

"In two days at the latest, the garrison of the county town will move south, and within two days, I must capture this camp and level that outpost!" Dean drank the people in the tent who were still arguing.

"Hurry up this afternoon to make a batch of siege equipment, tomorrow morning to start the assault, my Dian's guards lead the charge, the leaders with the soldiers follow us closely, the first team to enter the enemy camp will be rewarded with five thousand silver coins, and one enemy killed will be rewarded with fifty fennigs."

In desperation, Dean had no choice but to stimulate the blood of these mercenaries with a huge battle reward......

The next day, the sun had just risen over the horizon.

"My lord, it seems that they can't hold on anymore, and it is estimated that there will be a bloody battle today." Angus looked at the enemy soldiers in the northern camp who rushed to and fro to prepare siege engines, and had a premonition that a decisive battle was coming.

"I thought they would have to surround for another ten days, but I didn't expect it to be so unbearable. Colin, have the wolf smoke lit and give Felix a signal to them. ”

"Kazak, blow the horn, let Simon and them prepare for the enemy's onslaught."

A moment later, a puff of black smoke rose into the air with a low horn sound.

The entrance to the camp of the "Dean Legion".

"Who are these black-robed dogs putting wolf smoke to? Do they still have reinforcements? A mercenary captain looked at the wolf smoke rising from the makeshift camp not far away and asked Dean beside him.

"No way, I've sent people to inquire in advance, there are less than a hundred of them in total, except for the border side, there are only the defenders on the other side of the boulder pile." Dean replied.

"Lord Dean, let's be cautious, although this place is far away from the boulder pile, we can't conclude that the black-robed dog from the boulder pile will not come to support."

"Don't worry, the black-robed dogs in the boulder pile don't have the energy to support here, they should now huddle in the wooden box to guard against the bandits besieging them~" Dean looked like he was in control.

"To be on the safe side, it's better to send people to the north along the trade route to guard it." The mercenary captain said.

"Okay, I'll send someone, you're going to attack, I'm going to use that bastard's skull to serve wine tonight!"

"Young Master, Young Master, Wolf Smoke! Wolf smoke rises in the south!! "On the edge of the mountains northwest of the border outpost, Felix was awakened in his sleep by his retinue driven back by Pegasus.

Felix sat up from the felt blanket and removed the thick droppings from the corners of his eyes, "Finally the wolf smoke is rising, I'm going crazy if I wait any longer." ”

"Let's go back to the canyon and take the recruits out of the valley to help the border outpost......11

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Chapter 159: "Chen Bing" Border