Bruce watched as ten craftsmen, some of whom were from Glynton and Sir Wayne had brought from Locke's estate, busy as they tied some of the wood with thick linen rope.

"Lord Baron, I brought these craftsmen at your command, but I don't understand what they're doing?" Sir Wayne looked at the busy craftsmen in confusion as he asked Bruce.

"It's a siege weapon." Bruce explained to Sir Wayne.

"Crash? No, not at all. Sir Wayne looked at the weapons that were gradually forming in the hands of the craftsmen, and he thought it was strange, with long cantilevered arms and no wheels to push, and he really couldn't think of how it could attack a fortified castle.

"No, it's a catapult." Bruce shrugged his shoulders, he didn't expect that the siege technology of this era was so backward, only simple wooden ladders and crash cars, no wonder the lords thought that they were safe as long as they hid inside the castle.

"Head stone cart?" Sir Wayne blinked, as a charismatic knight, he had traveled to many kingdoms, seen many wars, even large battles against the infidels, but this was the first time he had seen such a weapon.

"Lord Baron, we have completely surrounded the castle." At this time, Edward approached with his sword on his shoulder, and he reported to Bruce.

"How's the tower going?" Bruce nodded, and then asked Edward, while Edward led the soldiers to build a trench to besiege the castle, Stukov and the others carried cement and planks under the castle and began to build the Grinton Arrow Tower.

"I saw that they had started mixing the cement and the slabs were being built, but he asked me to ask you how tall you should be?" Edward asked Bruce.

"At least parallel to the walls of the castle." Bruce glanced up at the castle on the hill, which was about seven stories tall and unsurpassable for his time.

"So tall?" Edward asked in surprise, even Sir Wayne on the side was surprised, knowing that the walls of the Holy City were only sixteen meters high, so they could repel the massive attacks of the infidels countless times.

"Your Excellency, that's too difficult." Sir Wayne thinks it's because Bruce is too young, and although he has made some achievements in the war, he has too little experience after all, and has a bit of a wild idea.

"Ha, I didn't ask you to cast that high, you don't first build a mound out of dirt and then build an arrow tower on it." Bruce smiled, he knew that Edward and Sir Wayne had misunderstood him, but it was the wisdom of the Orient to build a building on the mound.

"I see, but it takes a lot of people to do it." Edward breathed a sigh of relief, but he said with some apprehension.

"Let the soldiers all mobilize, now we need the strength of everyone." Bruce commanded Edward.

"Understood." Edward accepted Bruce's order, and he quickly turned around to carry it out.

"Lord Baron, it looks like you've built up a retainer of your own." Looking at Edward as he left, Sir Wayne turned to Bruce and said.

"These people are fighting with me, they are my companions." Bruce smiled slightly, although he inherited the title of baron of the Locke family, his foundation is very shallow, as can be seen from this summoning, so the only force that Bruce can really rely on is the retainers.

Jeffrey kept observing the situation outside from the city walls, and saw the Glintons, Bruce's vassals, and the soldiers of Locke Manor surrounding the castle, but they were not in a hurry to attack, but kept digging trenches to cut off the castle's external connection.

"Your Lord, you might as well send cavalry out of the castle to raid the Glintons." A retainer suggested to Jeffrey.

"It's a good idea, we can't let them completely surround us." Another nobleman immediately agreed that it was not pleasant to be surrounded in a castle, and that sometimes taking the initiative to attack the city would boost the morale of the defenders.

"Well, who wants to lead the cavalry." Jeffrey patted the wall and said to the nobles beside him.

The nobles were silent, and at this time the power of the Glintons was growing stronger, and they could still live safely behind the tall walls, and if they rushed out, they did not know what kind of miserable situation would be, and at this time, the retainer who made the suggestion saw that no one answered, so he had to take the initiative to stand up.

"My lord, I am willing to lead the cavalry out of the city to attack." The retainer was a young nobleman, and his family was one of the most loyal to Jeffrey.

"Okay, you go and pick ten good riders to go with you, what a brave lad." Jeffrey patted him on the shoulder in admiration.

Receiving Jeffrey's personal praise, the young nobleman looked delighted, and he puffed out his chest to grasp the hilt of his sword, honor meant wealth and social status for nobles.

"I won't let you down." The young nobleman smacked his fist on the chest and spoke loudly to Jeffrey, who then turned away from the walls to select cavalry.

The other nobles looked at the young and vigorous young man, and their eyes couldn't help but show regret, with ten cavalry trying to shake the army of the Glintons, it was simply impossible, and his only fate was to be captured or killed.

"The lord should know that this idea will kill the kid of the Kevins." When Jeffrey turned to leave casually, the nobles who looked at the lord's back talked one after another.

"If you don't do anything, the morale of the soldiers will be low." An older nobleman said to his companions.

"But what's the use of doing such pointless battles?" Everyone else shook their heads and said that it was a reckless act of suicide.

"No, if the kid of the Kevin family dies, it will be the best benefit for the lord!" The old nobleman crossed his hands in front of him, knowing the cunning lord too well and seemed to vaguely guess his thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

"You see, if the Kevins kid can really fight the Grintons, of course the lord will give him high praise and praise, but if the young man dies, Jeffrey will definitely make a big fuss about his death, and the soldiers will defend the castle with hatred, and the people of the Kevin family will hate Bruce even more." The older nobleman said with a careful analysis.

"This, will it?" His analysis sent shudders down the aristocrats, who wanted to refuse, but when they thought of the past behavior of the kin-lovers, it seemed to be in perfect harmony with Jeffrey's usual style.

"Poor child, I can only pray to the Lord God for protection." The old nobleman looked at the young nobleman in high spirits and couldn't help but pray.

"Cavalry, for the sake of the lord, for the honor, the time has come to fight." The young nobleman mounted his horse, and he selected ten strong and well-armored cavalrymen, and before setting out, the young nobleman of the Kevins family shouted loudly to the cavalrymen.

"Whew, whew." But the chosen cavalrymen were pale, and they gasped and looked at the young nobleman in front of them, thinking that he must have gone mad.

"For the sake of honor." The young nobleman angrily drew his sword from his waist, and he raised it and shouted again.

"Yay~~~." The cavalrymen looked at each other helplessly, they knew what kind of punishment they would encounter if they disobeyed the order, anyway, they were all worried about each other, raised their spears in their hands and shouted loudly.

"Yes, let's go." The young nobleman glanced at the cavalry with satisfaction, and he turned his horse's head and walked slowly in the direction of the castle gate, and the cavalry, despite the fear in their hearts, cheered up and followed.

"Quack~~." The iron chains rattled under the pull of the guards at the city gate, and the wooden drawbridge was slowly oriented, and the iron gate was raised.

"May the Lord God bless you." Looking at these cavalrymen who went out of the city to raid, the soldiers in the castle took off their helmets and looked at them with admiration, since ancient times, people would worship the heroes who faced life and death, and at this time, these cavalrymen who dared to go out of the city to attack under the siege of many enemies undoubtedly deserved the name of heroes, people prayed for them, and watched their figures.