"Humph!"

Prince Kirunde was upset when these tribal leaders came to urge, of course he was in a bad mood, but he was not the king of Norwid after all, and he had to win them over.

Therefore, he said in a slightly softened tone: "Send 20,000 soldiers up to test the enemy's defense first, and wait for tomorrow for a full-scale attack, it's too late today!" ”

Seeing that Prince Kirunde's face was not good-looking, several Norwid tribal leaders did not dare to say more, and hurriedly went down to dispatch troops to test the fortifications of the Holy War Army.

Thus began the action of 20,000 Norwids, armed with tomahawk shields or broad-edged swords, the heavy weapons of which had always been their favorite among the powerful barbarians.

Looking at the enemy who was moving like a dark cloud outside, the holy army behind the wooden wall hurriedly waited for it, and then reported the news to the generals inside the main tent.

When General Brinville heard the news, he hurriedly came out of the tent and climbed to the top of the five-meter platform that the soldiers had set up in the center of the camp.

It was the highest place in the vicinity, and even the archers stood on the stepped arrow towers that were not as tall as this, and he could clearly see the surroundings from above.

Looking at the darkness and oppression of the enemy around him, his heart sank to the bottom, ignoring the staff generals who followed him, and muttered to himself: "I don't know if those knights who broke through rushed out or not......"

Suddenly, the blackened crowd of Norweeds began to move, and they began to walk in the direction of the wooden wall that the Holy Crusaders had built.

"Warriors! Ahead is the camp of the cowardly Lordes! Behold, they dare not even confront us head-on! This is a group of cowards! They're scared of us! ”

The leaders of the Norweed people kept encouraging the Norweed soldiers with vulgar language.

They are not like the more advanced knights of the Lourdes, who need epic sentences to arouse the sense of tragedy and blood in the hearts of the knights, they only need the most vulgar, violent and bloody language to mobilize their morale.

After all, the education received by the two sides is different, and even ordinary Loald knights don't need those beautiful words to boost morale, as long as money and honor can arouse their desire to fight.

Only those hereditary knights of the Order with a rich heritage, who are very interested in honor and beautiful chapters, can provoke their fighting power.

Now William's Iron Cross Knights do not have such a background, but maybe it will be soon, and the sons of those Iron Cross Knights are being knightly trained, and they will learn from these cultural educations.

As the Norwids approached the wooden wall, the archers quickly prepared to draw their bowstrings and place their arrows on the bowstrings to aim their shots at the enemy.

Ordinary soldiers, on the other hand, stood behind the wooden walls, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

Since most of the Western Route's Jihadist Army is composed of Western Kingdoms, a considerable proportion of them have taken potions.

It even exceeded the proportion of their knights, and now among the more than 80,000 holy war troops, there were more than 8,000 such berserk guards.

This ratio is terrifying, you must know that there are three knights in the Eastern Road Holy War Army, plus the knights of the nobles, there are more than 11,000 knights.

If you don't count the Knights, it would be more than twenty to one, and the Berserk Guards in the Western Path Holy War Army actually reached a ratio of ten to one.

In other words, one out of every ten soldiers is a powerful and well-armed Berserk Guard.

In this way, the Berserker Guards were divided into groups of three, acting as firefighters among more than twenty soldiers, and they planned to go to support wherever they were in need.

General Brinville looked at the blackened enemy troops below from the high platform, and his brow couldn't help but furrow.

Most of the enemy's weapons are heavy equipment such as battle axes and broadblades, while most of your own fortifications are made of wood, making them extremely vulnerable to damage by enemy battle axes and broadblades.

He didn't know how long these defensive offensives would last.

"Shoot!"

There were twenty archers on a stepped turret, and their commander waited for the enemy to come into range and immediately let the archers shoot at the enemy.

Of the 80,000 men of the entire Western Route's Jihadist Army, there were 12,000 archers, who were scattered and deployed as a long-range strike force for defense.

If you shoot in one round, the damage to the enemy is actually not great, because the round shield usually used by the Norwids is very popular, basically one per person, even those Norwids who are mobilized, can also do one round shield per person.

The first round of 6,000 arrows was fired, and the enemy fell less than 1,000 men, only one-twentieth of the test force.

They stepped on the fallen bodies of their comrades and continued to advance, aiming at the wooden walls of the Holy Army.

Eventually, the Norvidians began to charge swiftly, and they rushed wildly towards the wooden walls of the Holy Cruins, like black torrents, crashing into the unsturdy stones of the Holy Cruins.

"Drink!"

A roar rang out, and a hideous-looking Norweed warrior wearing a Norman-style nose guard like William's previous life, holding a giant axe with a round shield, stepped on the shoulders of his comrades behind him and ejected his head out of the wooden wall.

He was extremely experienced in combat, and as soon as he poked his head out, he swung the battle axe in his hand and slashed it right on the head of a soldier of the Expeditionary Army.

The jihadist warrior wore an iron pot helmet and a leather warm hat underneath, but even that could not stop the Norvid warrior's powerful tomahawk attack.

All of a sudden, it was split open and revealed, and Bai Huahua's brain suddenly splattered everywhere, and bright red blood also splattered onto the Norweed warrior's face.

And just as he wanted to attack further, climb over the wooden wall and slaughter, several spears turned into stabs in his head, and although he tried to defend himself against the attacks of the Jihadist soldiers with his round shield, he was unable to defend himself against too many people.

In the end, he was pierced through the neck by two spears, and he fell weakly.

The battlefield was bloody and brutal, blood splattered everywhere, bringing a hint of warmth, and the sound of blunt blows was constantly sounding, these Norweed tomahawks were not sharp enough, and purely relied on their weight to kill and wound the enemy.

The jihadists desperately resisted the attack of the Norwids, spears and tomahawks came and went, and the inside and outside of the wooden wall became the positions of both sides, using the wooden wall as a battlefield to fight each other.

However, although the Norvids attacked fiercely, they never broke through the defense line of the Holy War Army, and the archers on the top of the ladder arrow tower also kept pouring arrows downward, and the enemy's dense formation could almost shoot an enemy with a single arrow.

Of course, the throwing axes in the hands of the Norvids were constantly beckoning to the archers and the jihadist soldiers behind the wooden walls.

They also inflicted a lot of casualties, and the two sides were at a stalemate.