Under the wide-brimmed hat was a childish face, green eyes staring ahead, the bridge of his nose was covered with freckles, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his arms were constantly shaking, and he saw that he was holding two drumsticks in his hands, and as his hands fell together, the drumsticks struck on the small drum covered with sheepskin, and the vibrating drum surface sounded like thunder.

"Attack~~." A Rock Knight, wearing a domed iron helmet and a smock, drew his sword at his waist and roared diagonally in the direction of the city wall.

"Attack, attack, attack~~."

The serfs followed the knight and roared angrily, they carried the wooden ladder like a tide to the city wall of Glinton, looking at the serfs rushing over, the Glintons on the city wall became nervous, hundreds of serf soldiers rushed up together, and the sound from their mouths slapped against the wall like waves.

"So many people?" A young Glinton crossbowman, holding a crossbow hand trembling slightly, a recruit who has never seen blood will always look at the enemy he faces as extraordinarily tall, even if he is standing on a tall wall.

"Don't panic, panic what?" But at this time, a hand was placed on the crossbow and said to the nervous Greenton crossbowman.

It was a Greenton veteran who spoke, and his face had a scar from his forehead to his chin, but his brown eyes revealed calmness and composure, and the veteran's words actually calmed the heart of the Greenton recruit a little.

"Cody, aren't you scared of so many people?" In fact, this Glinton veteran was about the same age as the recruit, but he seemed much calmer in the face of Mega Man's charge, and the recruit asked curiously.

"Haha, do you see the scar on my face? This was left to me by a knight, and I survived the knight's charge and spear, and I would still be afraid of the serfs under the walls? Cody held the crossbow in his hand, and he wore a pirate-style iron helmet on his head, which was the trophy captured when he followed Bruce to attack the pirate's lair, and the recruits were envious when they looked at the iron helmets of the veterans, and the soldiers wearing helmets on the battlefield seemed to have an extra layer of protection.

"Wish I could have a helmet like yours." Looking at the iron helmet on Cody's head, the recruits' hearts were no longer afraid, and they even hoped that the serfs who rushed towards them would hurry up and capture some good booty themselves.

"Hahaha, that's right, there's actually nothing to be afraid of, not to mention that we are standing on the wall of Lord Bruce." Cody laughed and patted the recruit's shoulder, his face writhing strangely because of the scar, which was a little ugly, but it reassured the recruit who had not been on the battlefield.

Bruce consciously mixed veterans and recruits with each other, because before he crossed over, he had entertained an old Red Army for the Civil Affairs Bureau, and when he was eating in the cafeteria, he had heard this old Red Army talk about some things on the battlefield, including the difference between veterans and recruits, so he thought that if he could arrange veterans next to recruits, it could play a role in stabilizing the morale of the army.

"The first wave of serfs is trying to consume our arrows?" Bruce touched his chin and watched the tide of serfs in the lookout hole of the arrow tower.

"What should I do?" Eve turned her head to look at Bruce, who was already in position at the shooting hole, holding the bow in one hand and reaching for the quiver behind her with the other.

"Then do as they wish, shoot~." The corners of Bruce's mouth turned up slightly, and he looked at Eve and said.

"Squeak~~, stretch." Eve lowered her head and pulled the arrow out of the quiver, and in one fell swoop, the arrow flew out of the holes in the tower.

The serfs under the city walls pushed each other and rushed to the walls of Glinton, whose lord's house was located on a small hill, so the serfs had to carry heavy wooden ladders upwards, which added to the difficulty of the siege, and the serfs in the Middle Ages were exhausted after three meals, and after charging for a while, they were tired and out of breath.

"Don't stop, attack, attack." But behind the serfs were the knights' attendants, who forced them not to stop and rest.

"Uh-huh, damn it, I'm tired." A Locke serf held his pitchfork on the ground, and he took the opportunity to catch his breath, but the moment he raised his head, the arrow that flew out of the arrow tower hit him straight in the heart, and the serf fell backwards with a muffled grunt.

"Whoosh~~." When Eve's arrows were released, the crossbowmen on the city wall aimed at the serfs below the city wall and pulled the trigger, and the crossbow bolts descended on the serfs' heads like flying locusts.

"Ah~~."

The sudden arrival of crossbow arrows was like the scythe of death to harvest the lives of the serfs, and these serfs without the slightest armor died like straw.

"Glynton has such an archer?" And the people watching the battle in the rear, not only Locke's knights were surprised, even James was shocked, Glinton was the most barren and inconspicuous territory in the Locke family, not to mention archers, even ordinary spearmen could not afford to support, but now not only built tall walls, but also many archers defended.

"Lord Baron, are there other lords who have reached out to help?" The red-haired Rock Knight also sensed that something was wrong, and he asked James with a frown.

"No way, that idiot doesn't know a few nobles at all, how can anyone be willing to help him?" James immediately denied that Bruce, as a young man of sixteen, had a very introverted personality, and was not good at banquets and hunting activities among nobles, and had little interaction with other nobles.

"Maybe you met other nobles while becoming Lord Grington?" The red-haired Rock Knight thought for a moment and said.

"But there's just Bruce's own flag on the wall." James raised his finger and pointed to the flag fluttering on the city wall, and said to his knight, after listening to James's words, the red-haired knight nodded, indeed, the flag represents the nobles, even if someone comes to help, they will definitely play their own family flags and promote the strength of their family to others, no nobleman will secretly put away the flag to help Bruce defend the city, this kind of good deeds do not exist.

"Fortunately, although there are many archers on the city walls, they don't seem to have a lot of military experience, and we can't even tell that we are using serfs to consume their arrows." The red-haired Rock Knight was relieved to see the arrows constantly being fired at the serfs on the city wall, the serf soldiers were always consumables on the battlefield, and their role was only as miscellaneous servants and cannon fodder.

"When are you going to send sergeants and knights?" James asked, looking at the red-haired knight.

"Don't worry, Lord Baron, when their physical strength is about the same as that of arrows, I'm sending out elite troops." The red-haired knight said after bowing slightly to the baron.