The crossbows ruthlessly reaped the lives of Jeffer's Swiss soldiers until they retraced their way back to the other side of the river, but as they crossed the river, many of the panicked soldiers fell into the river and drowned.

Jeffrey's proud noble cavalrymen rode faster when they saw the bad situation, but several of them accidentally fell off their horses while crossing the river and became drowned ghosts.

"Why don't you tear down those towers?" When the soldiers finally return to Jeffrey's camp in a wet state, Phoebe angrily waves her whip and lashes out among the soldiers.

"Phoebe-sama, those towers are made of stone, but they are covered with planks." A sergeant major, braving Phoebe's whipping, explained to him.

"What, Stone Arrow Tower? Liars, how can they have time to build so many stone arrow towers. Phoebe was stunned for a moment, but then became even more annoyed, and the whip in her hand was slammed on the sergeant's body, and when they built the attack camp, the Glintons had just begun to build the arrow tower, and the wooden arrow tower was easy to build, but not strong, which was a well-known thing.

However, Phoebe soon learns from the others that the inside of the tower is stone, and their swords can't pierce it.

"What kind of magic is this? We should report this to the Church and let the Knights of Divine Grace destroy these wizards. Phoebe said to Lord Jeffrey angrily.

"Hmph, do you think I have the time, or the church has the time to deal with disputes over such remote territories?" Lord Jeffrey snorted coldly, his sharp gaze looked at Glinton, his brows furrowed, he didn't expect a small Glinton to make him so tricky.

"Forgive us, my lord, I'll have people attack again, this time with siege weapons made by craftsmen." Phoebe only felt disgraced, and he said to Jeffrey.

"Let the serfs fill the river." Jeffrey quickly recognized that the small river across their border had become a natural moat for Glinton, and since a quick attack could not defeat the Glintons, he was prepared for a long battle.

"Yes, my lord." Phoebe hurriedly took Jeffrey's order, and the serfs who had just escaped from the brink of death did not wait to rest, but under the whip, they reluctantly began to carry dirt to fill the river.

In fact, it was just Jeffrey's words to fill the river, and he just needed the serfs to fill in a passage out of the mud so that his soldiers could avoid the dilemma of crossing the river.

"They're starting to fill in the river." Stukov, watching Jeffrey's serfs from the watchtower, immediately reported to Bruce.

"Don't worry, take this opportunity to go to the various arrow towers to replenish ammunition." Bruce groaned slightly, and ordered Stukov and the others.

Within the walls of Glinton, craftsmen worked hard to make crossbow arrows, and Bruce included many women and children, who of course could not make the tightest parts, but Bruce divided the crossbow arrows into four parts.

The men split the wood into small pieces.

The women used knives to sharpen the wood into smooth sticks.

The craftsman attaches the forged crossbow.

Children catch and collect the feathers of small birds and poultry and load their crossbow bolts with arrow feathers.

The production method of the assembly line has improved the production efficiency of crossbow arrows a lot.

"Be sure to make sure that each arrow tower has enough ammunition." Bruce ordered his retainers.

Early in the morning of the third day, the serfs finally filled a passage with dirt, and Jeffrey's craftsmen also made a crash car, and Phoebe also made a simple three-crash car with a wood cart loaded with crash wood, and Jeffrey, who felt that he was well prepared this time, attacked again.

"Archers~." In order to ensure that the crashing car and the soldiers crossed the river smoothly, Jeffrey also sent his precious archery team out.

You must know that the training of a qualified archer is extremely difficult, and not everyone can be an archer, so even a lord as harsh as Jeffrey has a special treatment for archers, that is, they are allowed to hunt in his forest in the summer.

Jeffrey's 40 archers came to the bank of the river, and they stuck their arrows in the dirt, and these archers' arrows were covered with rust, and they were also consciously inserted into the dirt, on the one hand, to facilitate the extraction of arrows, and on the other hand, these experienced archers, when they found that the dirtier the arrows hit the enemy, even if they did not hit the vital point, they would make the opponent suffer from illness.

"Attack." Phoebe, wearing an iron helmet and fine leather armor, raised the iron sword in his hand and commanded loudly.

"Oh oh oh~~." Jeffrey's soldiers, led by the nobles, shouted in unison, raised their shields and spears, and began to march through the mound passage in a procession, while among them the craftsmen pushed the crashing cart, which creaked.

"Whoosh~~." When they were halfway through, crossbow bolts were fired from the turret closest to the riverbank, and the bolts made a perfect arc and landed on the heads of the Jeffers' Swiss soldiers.

"Defense, shield defense." Phoebe saw the crossbow bolts flying in the sky and immediately ordered.

The sergeants instinctively raised their shields, and with a muffled sound, the crossbows were shot at the shields, and most of them were unharmed except for a few unlucky ones.

"Archers, aim and shoot." On the other side of the river, Jeffrey's archers immediately picked up the arrows stuck in the dirt in front of them, and they aimed them forty-five degrees in the direction of the arrow tower.

"Launch." The captain of the archery team waved his arm vigorously, and the archers let go of their fingers, and the arrows flew out in unison.

The volley of arrows pierced the air and shot in the direction of the tower.

"Watch out for arrows." A crossbowman with a crossbow was about to shoot through the shooting hole, when he suddenly saw a dense number of small black dots, he immediately realized that he had withdrawn from the shooting hole, and warned the other companions.

"Bell, boom~." Dense bursts of arrows hit the turret, making a striking sound, but there were occasional arrows that penetrated through the narrow holes.

"Uh-huh." One of the crossbows was shot in the leg and fell to the ground with a grunt, being immediately dragged behind by his companions.

"Damn bastards." The crossbowmen immediately picked up their crossbows and pulled the trigger on the opposite riverbank.

"Peng~." The full crossbow strings made a muffled sound, and the crossbow arrows made a screeching sound that broke through the air, and rushed straight to the other side of the river.