The morning sun eased the winter cold a little, and Viscount Lausas exhaled a breath of heat, and he decided to fight one last time, and press everyone up, if not, he would come down, and the casualties would not be too great.

But at this moment, the arrival of a man disrupted his plans.

"What do you say? You want to retreat? Captain Bovida, we have signed a contract, you are violating the contract by doing so, and if you retreat now, I have the right to use force to annihilate you, you have to think about it! Viscount Lausas threatened.

A group of small mercenaries can't make any waves, and he wouldn't want to spend this money if he didn't want to use them to consume the enemy.

"You!" Captain Buvida said angrily, "Aren't you afraid that I will cooperate with the enemies in the castle? ”

"Hahaha!" Viscount Lausas stopped and laughed angrily, this stupid pig really said such stupid things, he can enter the enemy's castle, even if he wants to enter the city, it will arouse the suspicion of the other party.

This stupid pig still wanted to threaten himself with such an excuse at this time, and Viscount Lausas was about to hold back his laughter.

Captain Buvida blushed and looked at Viscount Lausas, and said angrily: "The last time, if I can't attack, I will really have to leave, and I will not cooperate with you again even if I try my best!" ”

"As you wish, I don't want to work with you anymore!" Viscount Lausas said with a smile.

"Let all the knights, armed infantry, and mercenaries prepare for the next attack, this time I will take the city walls in one go!" Viscount Lausas confidently commanded Baron Nair behind him.

The knights were ready to go under the service of their retinues, and the valets beside them were also well equipped, of course, their equipment was uneven, some wore leather armor, some only cloth clothes, but their combat effectiveness was not comparable to that of ordinary light infantry.

The total casualties on both sides of the castle were six or seven hundred, and the squire's soldiers had also lost more than two hundred dead and wounded, and now only a few dozen people were left who could fight.

So William had to put the Mandes infantry and heavy infantry on the city walls, and as for the light infantry of Baron Byer, they were transferred to the civilians early.

William closed his eyes and said to the herald behind him, "Take out the oil can!" ”

This is a means he has always retained, because he does not want the knights and heavy infantry to incur too many casualties, and all the elite soldiers of the other side will be dispatched, and it will definitely be a hard battle, and a little can be consumed.

"Yes, sir!" The herald saluted, and hurriedly ran down the main fortress tower to deliver the order below.

Dozens of town guards carried cans full of cooking oil to the city walls, and there were not many of them, only a hundred cans, but this was already cooking oil for all the inhabitants.

William also walked down the tower and climbed the wall to stand with the warriors.

"Let the knights start preparing too, and climb the city wall first! Also, take the Manders infantry down a bit, and let all the knights and heavy infantry go up the walls! William said to the leader behind him.

"Baron Byer, I hope you can command your soldiers to use these canisters at the right time, when the enemy knights start to charge, and when they reach the castle, set them on fire!" William admonished.

To be honest, he would rather have some Molotov cocktails come out, the kind of perverted weapons that are indestructible, and even during the Iraq War, people used this thing to burn American tanks, and the drivers inside could only flee in embarrassment and watch the tanks explode because of the high temperature.

But unfortunately, because of technical limitations, William used to be just an idle otaku, and most of the things he knew were seen in the novel, and he didn't know how to make it.

At this time, it was just cranky, and William came back to his senses and began to shout: "Knights! Listen up! Looking at the enemies below, I know that you are nervous and even afraid! ”

In fact, William's words are not right, although the knights are nervous, but there are few fears, except for those rogue knights, every knight regards death as glory, of course, it is better not to die, however, few knights will be afraid of death.

He said this purely to stir up a sense of shame in the hearts of the knights.

Sure enough, the knights loudly denied: "Noble knights are not afraid of death!" Although they did not show obvious dissatisfaction, they retorted.

"I know you won't be afraid, and death is glory! But think about what will happen if you fail, and your family's reputation will be affected as a result. ”

"If this war is won, people will look at you and say: Look, he once participated in the battle of Suttonburg, which stop they won more with less, and succeeded in delaying time for Lord Earl, what a group of warriors!"

"And if you fail, they will point to your son, and the grandson will say, 'Behold, his father, who fought at the Battle of Suttonburg, and they really fought that battle! Why not point to you? Because you are dead! If you are defeated, you will die! William took off his helmet and shouted to the knights.

His voice was quite loud and spread all the way to the bottom of the city walls, to the position of the Viscount of Lausas.

Hearing this, Viscount Lausas raised his head and looked at William, neither of them was wearing helmets, and the two looked at each other, and Viscount Lausas couldn't help but laugh.

"Is this my enemy? Young little one, there is really a way! He thought to himself.

"This should be Viscount Lausus, the old guy is really strong!" William also said in his heart while looking at each other.

When the knights heard this, they immediately fell into a boil, and there was nothing more fascinating to the nobles than honor and prestige, and they wanted to leave a reputation for valor and warlike for future generations.

With the order of Viscount Lausas, the enemy also attacked, and the first wave was armed infantry and mercenaries to open the situation, and the knights followed and charged.

This attack added up to more than 300 armed infantry, more than 200 mercenaries, and more than 60 knights, while the remaining defenders in the castle were only more than 400 people.

In the end, the squire's army was almost exhausted, and the Manders infantry suffered more than thirty more dead and wounded, leaving only one hundred and twenty men in the entire Mandes.

At this time, everyone on the city wall couldn't help but clench the weapons in their hands, and they took a deep breath as they looked at the elite troops attacking below.

"Put!" Baron Bair ordered his soldiers to throw the oil canisters off the walls, and then a pile of torches was thrown down, and the flames burned along the oil glow.

Unfortunately, the cooking oil was not very combustible, and it didn't even burn completely, but it just spread to the smocks of a dozen knights, and they only rolled a few times to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

This wave of offensive only caused the enemy to lose four or five knights, looking at this result, William couldn't help but sigh, sure enough, science is the first productive force.

"Drink!" Manoan was only lightly wounded, but he was still active in fighting on the walls, and he sent his spear away, an armed infantry who had replaced his previous position as a light infantryman.

His teammates around him followed, and the two spears directly stabbed the other party through the cold.

In this way, they cooperated to kill several enemy armed infantry, but one of his comrades also fell, and the iron armor they usually trusted so much could save their lives at this moment.

At this moment, a knight wearing a smock and holding a sword and shield jumped onto the city wall, and Manoan subconsciously stabbed out the spear in his hand.

To his surprise, however, the spear in his hand seemed to be greatly hindered, and his experience told him that his attack only pierced a short layer of enemy armor, far from causing any damage to the enemy.

The next second, he felt like he was floating in the sky, but he didn't understand why he was able to see his body, etc...... Is that your own body?

He looked at the headless body in front of him, and the neck was still spraying blood, and expressed his curiosity, "I see...... I'm dead?! That was his last thought, and then he was plunged into endless darkness.

The chain mail hanging from his helmet had long since been damaged in the previous battle, otherwise he would not have been beheaded so easily by this knight.

The war continued, and William drew his sword and fought on the front lines of the battle, and the knights and heavy infantry were also fighting hard.

The equipment of the Manders infantry was badly damaged by two days of hard fighting, and their protection was greatly reduced, and they could no longer form an effective defense in the face of many injuries.

As a direct result, the casualties of the Manders infantry and heavy infantry skyrocketed, and now only the knights were well equipped.

William slashed his sword at the knight's neck in front of him, but he could only inflict some damage on the enemy, and did not cut through the chain mail around his neck.

The knight was staggered, and if this hit on the artery, he would have fainted.

William seized the opportunity, kicked him down at once, stepped on his chest with his right foot, and stabbed him in the chest with the long sword in his hand, breaking through his chain mail, and another sword, piercing him in the chest, killing him directly.

The Manders knights also faced the enemy with great difficulty, but fortunately their equipment was better than that of the enemy, and the casualties were not large, only two people died after a few minutes.

In the end, the knights felt that the knight's sword in their hands was too lethal to the opposing knight, so they simply picked up the battle axes of the fallen heavy infantry, or asked the heavy infantry for a mace to use against the enemy.

The lethality of this mace is huge, and even the other party has a lot of equipment.

The city wall was already bloody at this time, and the corpses of the knights were much more beautiful than ordinary soldiers, they just fell to the ground, blood ran down the wounds, oozing out of the armor and smocks, not like ordinary soldiers, making blood dripping.

The battle began to stalemate, and even the skills of Nowen and Urimu were in a bitter battle, and they were obviously overwhelmed by the siege of several knights.

The battle between the knights, though seemingly violent, was not bloody, and in many cases the knights only broke through the enemy's armor with a single sword, and did not hurt him.

The soldiers, on the other hand, were very bloody, Manoan was dead, but his comrades were still fighting, and the spears in the hands of the Menders infantry kept stabbing at the enemy, and the enemy's spears kept beckoning to the Menders infantry.

Internal organs, brains, and blood were sprinkled on the city walls, and the soldiers were covered in blood as if they were bathed in blood, and they didn't know whether it was the enemy's or their own.

Although the Manders knights were not superior in numbers, their armor was much better than that of the enemy, and with the addition of heavy infantry, the two sides were evenly matched.

The same is true of the infantry, although the battle was bloody and brutal, but it is clear that there is no winner or loser, and the strength of the Manders infantry, exhausted by physical strength and torn armor, plummets.

The battle had been going on for more than half an hour, and William was beginning to feel tired, his helmet was already stained with donated blood, and his smock was tattered, turning into a black cross on a red background.

The armor on the knights was no longer intact, and damage was everywhere, and now was the time when the knights really began to suffer a lot of casualties.

Looking at the blood-soaked walls, Viscount Lausas frowned, because he could clearly see that although the enemy soldiers were exhausted and even seriously wounded, they were still resisting stubbornly, and this was not an exception, everyone was like this.

The knights and soldiers on their side did not have the enemy's will to fight, and the offensive began to slow down.

Viscount Lausa's face changed, and he finally made up his mind: "Let the soldiers and knights withdraw!" ”

After saying that, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and looked much more relaxed.

He clearly knew that if he gave up now, he would no longer want to monopolize the spoils of the castle, why didn't he want to persist and conquer the castle.

It's just that he knows that he can see the answer by looking at the soldiers guarding the city, even ordinary soldiers who are physically exhausted and seriously injured have such a will to resist, and if this continues, the army under his command will probably be exhausted.

He couldn't afford such a loss, and no one could afford such a loss, and the commander of the castle was really quite talented, so that the soldiers had such a will to resist, which made him look terrified.

The battle on the city walls was still brutal, and many warriors and knights couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands, even William, who also had a sense of weakness.

There was a faint pain in his right shoulder, it should be injured, and William's long sword was vain, and he had a feeling of wanting to sleep.

"Toot!"

A low brass trumpet sounded, and the herald of Viscount Lausas blew the horn of retreat, and a low voice resounded throughout the city walls.

The enemy soldiers heard the trumpet, and they began to retreat to the city, and the knights' combat qualities were really not covered, and in order to prevent me from being pursued, they took the initiative to assume the responsibility of the queen of the palace.

Although they were a little unhappy, they also understood the Viscount's approach, not to mention, whether they could defeat the enemy or not began to be bottomless, not as inevitable as when the war had just started.

The soldiers and knights on the city wall were out of strength, and the wounded were wounded, and they did not choose to pursue the enemy, and they successfully withdrew to the city.