Teardrop-shaped shields with pointed bottoms were juxtaposed, looking like a solid wall from a distance, and sergeants wearing tower-like helmets, wearing jagged leather armor, and armed with spears or old swords, waiting for orders, they were the standing army of Locke Manor, and unlike the conscripted serfs, they ate and lived in Locke Manor, and were professional soldiers on a weekly basis.

"Whew, whew, whew." But even a professional soldier can't help but feel fear in his heart when he sees the massacre under the walls of Glinton.

"Whoosh~, poof." When a serf climbed the wooden ladder, when he was about to reach the head of the city, he couldn't help but raise his head, at this moment the face of a Glinton crossbowman appeared at the head of the city, the face was no more than eighteen years old, but the Glinton crossbowman stretched out his crossbow from the city wall, aimed at the climbing serf and pulled the trigger, the crossbow shot the right eye of the serf, the serf who was shot didn't even have time to scream, his body fell off the wooden ladder with a limp, and he hit his companion behind him and rolled down.

"Uh~." Seeing the serfs under the city walls die like ants, corpses stacked on top of each other, a Sergeant Locke couldn't help but turn his face and vomit.

"Bastard." Seeing the ugly sergeant Locke, a knight angrily brandished a horsewhip and hit him hard, and the sergeant hurriedly covered his face and stood in the queue.

Bruce picked up a crossbow, he used the crosshair V-shaped groove to aim at the serfs under the city wall, to be honest, the serf soldiers densely packed under the city wall were actually able to shoot one casually, but Bruce's crossbow was made in a hurry after all, and the pull force was only forty-five pounds at most, if it couldn't hit the vital point, it could only hurt and not directly kill the enemy at a little distance.

Thankfully, Bruce and his crossbowmen were standing on the walls, and the gravity of the earth itself added other damage to the crossbows, not to mention that their opponents were now just a bunch of unarmored serfs.

"Wow." The serfs crowded together and set up the ladder on the wall, and the two sides fought around the ladder, one trying to push the ladder down in every possible way, while the other side had to climb the ladder to repel the Gringtons before the other pushed it down.

"That's you." Bruce lassoed a shambled, pitchfork-wielding serf with a crosshair, and after calculating external factors such as wind and gravity, Bruce pulled the trigger, and when the movable wooden wedge leaned forward, the crossbow strings hanging from the wooden wedge made a taut sound, and the bolts were fired from the tower's shooting hole.

"Whoosh~." The bolts arced between the tower and the ground, striking precisely into the crowd of serfs.

"Uh, ah~~." The serf, who had been targeted by Bruce, heard a whooshing sound in his ears, and then his instinctive shoulder hurt, and he couldn't help but scream in pain, and held the arrow of the crossbow that sank into his shoulder with his hand.

"Damn." Bruce couldn't help but curse, he didn't expect that the targeted serf was hit by his companion, which caused the target to move, and the head that was originally aimed was shot in the shoulder.

Bruce didn't have time to continue to think about it, the serfs rushed to the wooden ladder one after another, he quickly put the crossbow down, stepped on the leather ring in front of the crossbow with his foot, and pulled hard to reset the bowstring, and then Bruce pulled out a crossbow arrow and put it on the crossbow, and continued to aim at the serf who was not shot by him.

"Here." When he saw the serf with the crossbow wound being pushed by others in pain in the direction of the ladder, Bruce was overjoyed, and he hurriedly aimed the serf with the crossbow, but at this moment, he saw an arrow fly over, accurately hitting the serf's head, the serf fell straight like a scarecrow, and the person behind him stepped directly on his corpse and continued to move forward.

"Hmm." Bruce couldn't help but look to the side, only to see that the corners of Eve's mouth were also looking at him with a triumphant smile, and it was obvious that it was Eve who robbed Bruce's prey.

"It's not fair, you've robbed me of my prey." Bruce said angrily to Eve.

"Shall we Bibi then?" Eve smiled, reached out and put a strand of hair hanging down to her ear, and said defiantly to Bruce.

"Okay, come on." Bruce is also enraged by Eve's attitude, and he takes Eve's challenge.

"Woo~~."

Facing the killing of the Grinton crossbow arrows on the city wall, James finally couldn't help it, he urged the knights to start attacking with elite soldiers, although the red-haired knight thought that it would be consumed at least until the crossbow arrows in the hands of the Grintons were exhausted, but James was very painful, you must know that even if it doesn't cost money to recruit serf soldiers, but after a large number of deaths, it will affect the future production of his territory, and he must defeat Bruce as soon as possible.

"Sergeant, let's go~." The red-haired knight couldn't resist James's urging, he picked up a half-closed helmet with a pig's mouth mask and put it on, walked over to Sergeant Locke, drew the sword at his waist, and commanded loudly.

"Roar, roar~~." Sergeant Locke walked on foot under the order, shoulder to shoulder, shield to shield, and their neat steps trampled on the ground with a roaring sound, which was completely different from that of the chaotic serf soldiers.

"The knight protects the flanks." The red-haired knight nodded with satisfaction, sure enough, professional soldiers were different from rabble, and in order to ensure that the city wall was captured at one time, he also ordered the knights to dismount and walk on the flanks of the sergeants.

"Sir, why do you want to dismount?" The shield-wielding squire beside the red-haired knight asked in confusion.

"Stupid, isn't it a target for people to ride on a horse?" The red-haired knight struck the squire's head with his sword-wielding hand, and the shield-wielding squire grinned in pain.

"And what if the mount gets shot?" He continued.

For the knights, in addition to the closest companion sword, the war horse under their crotch is the most expensive, a horse that can go to the battlefield, but also can carry the knight on horseback to launch three or four charges is really rare, and it is no wonder that the knights would rather walk than let the war horse get into danger when attacking the city.

"Shield." When the sergeants walked to the bottom of the Grington hills, the stray arrows flew towards them, and the sergeants immediately crouched down, raised the large shields in their hands to defend, and only heard a few aggressive sounds, and the crossbow bolts hit the shield with a muffled sound.

"Master Bruce, they're sending out sergeants and knights." Splitting the shield Danny used the axe in his hand to slash the head of a serf who had just ascended the city, blood spurted from the broken celestial spirit cover, Danny's body was stained with blood and white brains, the axe was stained with red plasma, he reached out and pushed the body down, but at this moment he saw that the queue of Locke sergeants was under the hill, so he hurriedly shouted at Bruce.

"Eight." Bruce was concentrating on aiming at a serf who was climbing the ladder, and with a pull of the trigger in his hand, the crossbow bolt grazed the serf's scalp and flew to the side, which made him very angry, but when he heard the sound of the shield splitting Danny, he hurriedly looked over the lookout hole, and saw a line of sergeants similar to the Roman tortoiseshell formation, slowly marching towards the hill, and on both sides there were knights in fine armor.

"Twenty." Eve raised his chin proudly at Bruce, Bruce couldn't help but roll his eyes, he hurriedly walked out of the tower and came to the city wall, at this time the city wall had fallen some serf corpses, blood and slippery intestines spilled on the ground, Bruce stepped on a liver and almost slipped, but fortunately he held on to the wall so that it did not fall, and several Glinton soldiers were lifting half of the serf's corpse and throwing it outside the city wall, using the corpse as a defensive weapon.

"Danny, have the soldiers prepare the rolling wood and stones." Bruce looked at the ranks of sergeants outside the city walls, these sergeants and knights were more tricky than the unarmored serfs, and the crossbowmen in their hands had limited lethality, but fortunately, Bruce was prepared, and there was no more effective defensive weapon than rolling wood and stone against these armored guys.

"Yes, my lord." Shield Splitter Danny hurriedly asked the soldiers to carry out the stones and logs stored in the tower, and Bruce put down the crossbow in his hand and silently drew the sword at his waist, he knew that an even bloodier battle was about to begin.