The days are always short in winter, and as it approaches dusk, the sun begins to set slowly, and the remnants of the sun are reflected in the snow like blood.

At the forefront of all the phalanxes, Viscount Lausas drew his sword at his waist and shouted: "Attack!" ”

The barons, who couldn't wait for a long time, immediately led the soldiers to attack in the direction of the castle, but at this time, the city wall was very strange and did not react.

The archers have long been unable to open their bows because of their lack of strength, and they were removed from the city wall by William, and this kind of battle is actually not a big consumption of materials for defending the city, unlike large castles, all kinds of stones, boiling oil, these things are not in the castle, and the only arrows that need to be consumed are still unable to work because of the exit of the archers.

Therefore, there are no transports shuttling on the city walls, only soldiers who are ready to fight.

With a "clang", a ladder was erected under the city wall, and the enemy soldiers began to climb up the ladder as fast as they could.

The Manders infantry also began to stand in battle, and they clenched their spears in their hands, which were their fighting partners, their comrades.

Manoan was an ordinary Manders infantryman, and a year earlier, he had joined the Baron's army, just so that he could reduce his family's taxes and make his family better.

Although the initial training was so hard that he wanted to give up for a while, he persevered, because the Baron stipulated that if he wanted to quit the army, he would have to pay an extra 10% of the tax.

For this tax, Manoan gritted his teeth and persevered, although he was tired of training every day and didn't want to move his fingers, but the fragrant meat and fluffy bread always pulled him up from the ground.

Soon, he found that there were several friends from the same village, including himself, who had become stronger under the nourishment of meat, bread, and goat's milk, and the muscles on their bodies were almost comparable to those of the knight lord.

He was accustomed to the rigors of daily training, and later the Baron dressed him in leather armor, took a sharp spear, and participated in several battles.

After the initial panic, he gradually lost his fear of fighting, because he used to belong to the Chekel trade group, and basically encountered two or three robberies every time he set out, but those bandits, who had seemed extremely powerful before, were easily slaughtered with the cooperation of him and his comrades, and he finally understood why the Baron trained himself so fiercely.

At the same time, he was rewarded by the Baron for his bravery, and after several battles he saved six silver coins, which many serfs could not save for years, and his family was better off than before, even in the whole village, because almost half of the family had a free-duty infantryman.

Later, somehow, the Baron became more generous, and that day he would never forget that the knights he once admired so much, and the iron armor they wore was finally a piece of his own.

Although the style is different, but the heavy feeling makes him feel extremely relieved, he has avoided two life crises because of leather armor before, and this time he changed to leather armor, he only knows one thing, iron armor is many times stronger than leather armor protection, therefore, armor and spear have become his second life.

Not only that, but so did the other soldiers, although they had been on the battlefield as light infantry before, but they were only light infantry, with a stick and a dung fork in their hands, and they had to face the enemy's armed infantry, knights, and light infantry.

Well, now he is also armed infantry, or better equipped armed infantry, as a veteran, he has his own pride, he looks down on the light infantry and the armed infantry of other nobles, he thinks that no armed infantry can beat himself and his comrades.

Now he was standing at the top of the city, his spear clenched in his hand, waiting for the arrival of the enemy, who were numerous, but whose weapons could not pierce his armor.

He exhaled a white breath and lifted his slightly heavy helmet, which had a layer of short chain armor that protected his fragile neck.

"Prepare for battle!" A cry rang in his ears, an order from the Baron.

"I can bring more rewards this time!" He thought to himself.

The next moment, he followed the pace of his comrades and approached the battlements, this kind of city wall could not be put in formation, he could only follow his comrades to cooperate.

He looked at several of his comrades-in-arms behind him, and the group of comrades from the same village as him also looked at each other.

William stood in the crowd, and the knights and heavy infantry sat at the staircase of the city wall, ready to support them if there was any danger.

"See the enemy climbing up below? They are your wealth, and remember, you get five copper coins for every person you kill! ”

"Warriors! You've been trained by me, you've received the best training, you've got the best food, you've got the best gear! I want you to deal a heavy blow to the enemy and let them know who is the king of the infantry! Let them know that the Mandeesian infantry cannot be defeated by numbers! William was not wearing a helmet, and his voice echoed over the walls.

Although there are archers throwing at the city wall below, William is not afraid, and the most important thing is to boost morale at this time.

"Oh!"

"Hooray!"

"King of Infantry!"

There was a chaotic shout, and the morale of the soldiers reached its peak at this moment, and the shouts recoiled above the castle, reaching into the sky, and even the enemies below were surprised by the high morale of the defenders.

Manoan stared at the enemy as they prepared to climb the wall, and at last, he showed a head, but this head did not even have a helmet, and was obviously a serf.

With an easy stab, he pierced the skull with his spear, and five silver coins arrived.

The battle began quite easily, the enemy's light infantry was driven up the ladder only to drain the strength of the fighters, and the real battle came to the back.

The light infantry kept climbing the city wall, they didn't want to die, but there were more armed infantry behind them to supervise the battle, and they had to climb the city wall with tears in their eyes, becoming the target of the other party's slaughter.

More than twenty minutes had passed, and the physical strength of the soldiers on the walls had begun to decline, and their rapid attacks had become a little sluggish at first.

If it weren't for William to let him stab the gun 200 times a day, I'm afraid that their combat effectiveness would decline faster at this time, don't look at their physical exertion quickly, this is already a very strong achievement, if they are replaced by armed infantry under the city wall, they may start to get tired in more than ten minutes.

At this time, the light infantry had already suffered three or four hundred casualties, and the remaining troops of the enemy, there were more than nine hundred light infantry alone, not to mention mercenary knights and armed infantry.