Nasser listened to his friend's advice, and was also a little hesitant, as the leader of this mercenary army, his first thought was to minimize casualties, not to mention such a manor, it would not take much time to attack slowly.

"Why don't you attack?" But at this moment, the bald soldier urged his horse over, and he scolded Nasser and Haradin directly from his horse.

"It's too dark for the soldiers to see the way?" Haradin frowned as he said to the bald soldier.

"My master, Lord Zack, has said that we have paid your commissions in full, and that you must fight according to the contract, or my lord will inform all the nobles of your slackness and let them know that the Ammar are a group of commission thieves." The bald soldier said politely.

"What did you say?" When Haradin heard the other party's words, he suddenly became angry, and he couldn't help but press his hand on the scimitar.

"Please tell Lord Zack, we will attack immediately." Nasser held out his hand in front of Haradin, and he looked directly at the bald soldier and said to him.

"That's good, I'll go back to my life immediately." The bald soldier turned his horse's head and galloped towards Zack's camp behind.

Lord Zack's camp is behind the mercenaries, the camp is located on a small hill, from which you can see the whole manor and the mercenaries attacking, on the grass of the hill, the servants spread a soft bear skin on the ground, Zach staggered to the bearskin with a glass of wine in his left hand, and a bewitching prostitute in his right hand.

"Haha, sitting here and watching the play, it doesn't get any better than this." Zach leaned into the prostitute's arms and said as he sipped his wine.

"Lord Zack, the mercenary captain said to attack immediately." At this moment, the bald soldier dismounted from his horse, climbed up the hill with his hands and feet, and said to Zack.

"Got it." Zach shook his glass at his men, his eyes eagerly looking in the direction of the manor, although because of the darkness, in addition to the torches in the hands of the mercenaries, there were torches lit in the manor.

"I don't understand, Lord Lord, if you want to watch the battle, it seems that the view is better during the day." The bald soldier stood next to him, and he asked incomprehensibly.

"Hmph, this group of mercenaries took so much money from me, if you can't watch them bleed, then what's the point of all this?" Zach said with a pout, as he gripped the hand of the prostitute bear and increased his strength.

"Ah~." The prostitute screamed in pain, but was horrified by Lord Zack's cruelty, and immediately put a smile on her face.

"Hahaha." The woman's screams mingled with the sound of the mercenaries' horns attacking, and Zach burst out laughing, seemingly very happy and expectant.

The sound of the mercenaries' horns of attack also alerted Stukov and others in the manor, especially Stukov, who had rich combat experience, and he immediately asked the Glinton mercenaries to prepare for battle.

"Shouldn't we put out all the torches in the manor, so the enemy can't see us?" Ignaus swallowed and foamed at the mouth, nervously peeking out through the lookout hole in the door.

"No, not only can't you put out the torches, but you have to take out all your torches and keep the whole manor lit up." Stukov looked around, and he said with a lot of experience.

"Why?" Ignas asked, puzzled.

"In the darkness around us, we will not be able to see each other's movements clearly, which will cause the enemy to be in the dark and we will be at a disadvantage in the light, but if we light all the torches, their whereabouts will be under our noses." Stukov said to Ignas.

"Understood, I'll have the servants open the warehouse right away." Ignas understood, uh, and he hurriedly did as Stukov told.

"Woo~~." The strange horn of the Amar people sounded, and suddenly the figures of the manor shook, and the group of Amar mercenaries, biting daggers in their mouths, rushed towards the outer wall of the manor with a log in their mouths.

"Hey~~." As they approached the outer wall, one of the Amar mercenaries grabbed the top of the wood, while the others sprinted violently from behind, and with the force of the sprint, the Amar mercenaries at the end of the wood stepped on the wall with their feet and quickly climbed upward.

"They're coming." At this moment, the Grinton mercenaries behind the walls of the manor spotted them, and they immediately poked them together with their spears, and a cluster of spears stabbed the Amar mercenary, knocking him off the top of the wood.

"Uh-huh." The Amal mercenary fell and was immediately shattered, but fortunately the ground was soft dirt and grass, so he immediately stood up and shook his head vigorously.

On the other side, a group of Amar mercenaries carried a large tree pillar surrounded by two people, and attacked in the direction of the manor gate, without asking if their purpose was to prepare to break open the gate with the tree pillar.

"Stukov, they're coming at the door." Ignath shouted nervously when he saw the group of Amar mercenaries carrying the wooden pillars.

"Don't panic, I hope your father's mechanism is still useful." Stukov took a step back, and he glanced up above the gate of the manor.

The gates of the manor were made of sturdy oak, and because of the opulence, there were reliefs carved by skilled carpenters, and the edges of the door frames were running deer and flowers, and above the lintels were three lions with their mouths wide open, staring angrily ahead, as if they were about to tear all intruders to pieces.

"Hey, hey~~." Tonight, the Amar mercenaries rushed over with the bumper wood, and for the first time, the gates of the manor would face the enemy's knock.

"Ping~~." The timber slammed against the wooden door with a dull loud thud, the oak door shook and the bronze hinge creaked.

"Come on, brothers, God is above, Lightbringer bless, let's charge again." The Amar people in white turbans, looking at the wooden door that had been shaken, shouted with joy, picked up the bumper and took a few steps back, ready to storm again.

"It's now, start~~." Stukov had been watching the Ammar from behind the door, and when he saw the attacking group of Ammars holding the bumper and retreating a few steps, ready to charge again, he immediately raised his head and shouted to the servants above the lintel.

"Yes." The servants, who had been in ambush for a long time, immediately poured boiling water into the groove of the lintel, and the hot water was instantly poured into the mechanism.

"Wow~~~." The boiling water spurted out of the mouths of the three lion's heads above the lintel, along the grooves of the delicate mechanism, and the boiling water fell on the heads of the Amar people.