The hapless creature struggled desperately to get to his feet, waving his hands for help, but no one paid any attention to him on the battlefield, and the French soldiers behind him trampled directly on him, trampling the soldier to death with only half a life left.

"The first to enter will be rewarded with 100 gold! Canonized Knight! Those with noble titles will be rewarded with a thousand gold, and three loot will be given priority! "Philip II's rich reward completely aroused the greed in the hearts of the French people, especially the group of commoners, almost all of whom went crazy after hearing about the knighthood, and it was not easy to become a nobleman from a commoner in these years.

Knight titles, gold, fame and fortune, all of them, how can you not make people excited?

The French soldiers roared feverishly, holding high the flag of the French irises, and the red cross flag of the Crusaders on a white background, carrying the ladder and rushing towards Marseille, the number was only two hundred Genoese crossbowmen, such a long-range attack could not cause panic at all, on the contrary, the red blood aroused the murderous surname in the hearts of the French!

At a distance of only a few hundred meters, the Genoese crossbowmen had only time to shoot two rounds of bows and arrows, and then the Genoese crossbowmen rushed towards the towers, which were taller but less easy to aim and shoot, while the Italian militia and the armed citizens of Marseille poured into the city, blocking the pheasants with their shields, while others were responsible for transporting stones and boiling oil and other weapons to defend the city, and at intervals on the walls a bonfire was set up as a prop for the fire.

Seeing that the head of Marseille was well guarded, Philip II sent him to revisit the horses, and reported that the same was true of the other two walls, that Marseille was surrounded by the sea to the south, but that there were only three walls, and that the French army of 15,000 was divided into three roads, and each of the 5,000 troops attacked one wall.

In this way, although the effect of the encirclement attack was obtained, it also lost its numerical advantage, and the 12,000 defenders were divided into three teams, each team also had 4,000 people, which was not much less than the 5,000 French attacking troops, and coupled with the good defense system of the city, it was unlikely that the French army would capture the city.

Philip II frowned, and Randy smiled slightly, "Do you need support?" Norman longbowmen would have been a great help to the besieging forces if they had otherwise suppressed the enemy. ”

Philip II's mouth opened, and he whispered, "Then thank Your Majesty for your help." ”

Randy chuckled twice more and proposed, "Let's get closer!" Just stop outside of the Genoese crossbowman's range. ”

The other monarchs did not object, and hundreds of well-armed king's guards advanced about two hundred meters, while the Norman longbowmen were ordered to begin their formation.

Five thousand longbowmen and five hundred Sherwood marksmen lined up in a straggler's line, and while putting the finishing touches on their longbows, they counted the distance step by step, and walked towards Marseille.

Finally stopping at the north wall, Robin Hood, dressed in green camouflage, runs up to Randy and asks Randy if he can attack.

"You wait a minute!"

With a wave of his hand, Randy pointed to the head of the city, a man holding the flag of St. George of the Republic of Genoa, and with the other hand holding the hilt of his sword at his waist, wearing heavy chain mail, dressed as an aristocratic man.

"Can you hear what that guy says?"

As an archer, you pay attention to a deaf and clear-eyed person, and Robin Hood, as one of the leaders, will naturally not be inferior in the slightest, so he nodded with a little luck in his ears.

"My subordinates can hear it!"

"That guy is rambling, and when I first got here, I saw him shouting at the top of his voice."

Robin Hood nodded, carefully discerning the guy's voice from the noisy battlefield.

"These crusaders, in essence, are a bunch of locusts, a bunch of robbers, brutes in human skin, who, though they proclaim the perils of salvation from Catholicism, flaunt their future and chivalry, but their real purpose is robbery! It's plunder! It's to satisfy your own OOXX! The so-called piety and chivalry are only a fig leaf for them, and the citizens of Marseille should no longer be deceived by these people, they are all raccoon dogs, and they must not have any illusions about them, only to rise up and resist is the only way out. ”

Robin Hood listened for a long time, but in the end he was a little embarrassed, from the bottom of his heart, this former thief, did not think that what the other party said was wrong, but his identity was different and his position was different, so it was very difficult for him to agree.

"What did he say?" Randy asked.

"It's just some gibberish! The subordinates were afraid to speak out and tarnish the ears of the monarch. ”

"Forget it, anyway, I don't like him, the best archer, kill him for me."

"Understood!"

Robin Hood turned around, his face full of murderous intent.

"What, are you going to shoot arrows here?"

Seeing that Robin Hood did not move forward, Charles, Duke of Burgundy, was a little surprised, their current position is at least about 420 meters away from the city wall of Marseille, this distance has greatly exceeded the effective range of ordinary longbows, and the guy who looked at the head of the city was wearing either heavy chain mail or plate chain composite armor, if the bow and arrow were not strong enough, he would definitely not be able to shoot the other party.

"Rest assured, Robin Hood consciously does things in his own way."

Robin Hood himself knew that in fact, Randy wanted to choose a target for himself, so that he could represent the Norman kingdom in front of several other monarchs, since he had to do a full set of plays, Robin Hood deliberately did not move forward to the predetermined effective range, but stopped in place to take off his longbow from his back, took out two bowstrings from his pocket, quickly wound it and tried the elastic feel, and took a little aim to have a plan.

"Can such a bow be drawn?" Philip II also found it strange.

"Just look closely!" Randy replied with a blank face.

Robin Hood carefully took out a long arrow made of steel from the quiver, gestured it, and then changed to a lightweight leather glove to prevent the bowstring from cutting his fingers, which only protected the bottom two fingers and exposed the top two fingers, so it did not affect the accuracy much.

"Look!"

Robin Hood confidently raised his longbow, the bow open like a full moon, and the arrow shot like a shooting star.

When they looked again, they saw the head of the city of Marseille, and the Genoese, who had been impassioned, shook twice and stepped into the air, and fell from the head of the city of Marseille.

Robin Hood was so miraculous that several monarchs were a little stunned!

Aquitaine Edward also had a small number of longbowmen serving, and he himself was also an excellent longbowman general, a layman who looked at the lively insider's doorway, Philip II and Charles only admired a few words, but Edward had a solemn face.

"I have a reluctant request, Viscount Robin Hood, can you show me your longbow?" Edward asked.

Robin Hood saw Randy nodding and presented his longbow with both hands.

"The bow is one meter two long, equipped with multiple hooks, and can hang five bowstrings, the material seems to be purple shirt wood, but the general purple shirt wood does not have such a tough surname, what kind of silk is this bowstring? Never seen ......"

Edward still couldn't understand it, so he reluctantly returned the longbow to Robin Hood, and never looked at the battlefield again, his eyes rolled wildly and he didn't know what he was thinking, and Robin Hood stepped forward to direct the longbowmen after performing a bow and arrow.

At this point, the longbowmen were already in effective range, and then the rain of arrows reappeared, because all of them were equipped with the aforementioned leather gloves, so that the longbowmen could shoot continuously and form a denser net of arrows than before.

In fact, this kind of attack covering the surname, in addition to killing and injuring the enemy, the greater effect is to deter and suppress, but the requirements for accuracy are not very high, as long as you aim a little roughly, anyway, in this era, it is a dense formation, cluster charge, not afraid of missing.

The defenders gathered at the head of Marseille were baptized by a rain of arrows, and the Italian militia wearing iron helmets and chain mail were slightly better, because the terrain was higher and defended by pheasants, so they were not shot or killed, and most of the wounds were not fatal.

But the armed citizens of Marseille were miserable, and they were shot countless times by the continuous rain of longbows and arrows, but this was still not the point, the most important thing was the demoralization of these citizens, most of whom were on the battlefield for the first time, and had never seen such a dense rain of arrows before.

Humans have a phobia of intensity, especially when these dense things can kill people.

"Squat! Cover your head with a shield!! ”

Although there were also some Genoese aristocratic officers during the period, who wanted to command these guys to make effective defensive actions, but it was completely useless, looking at the corpses, blood, rain of arrows and French soldiers roaring and rushing over, it was already a precious thing that these citizens did not faint in fright, and some guys who obeyed Genoa's orders and squatted down to protect their heads were instead knocked down by their comrades and trampled to death by dozens or hundreds of people.

Under the cover of the Norman longbowmen, the French successfully came under the city walls, erected improvised ladders, covered their heads with shields and began to climb.

"Damn! Resist! Give me resistance! ”

The Genoese aristocratic officers were in a hurry, drew their swords and killed several French routs to stabilize the situation, but the three-meter-high city wall, the French army did not take long to climb up, and the battle was like this, and the battle was stalemate at the head of the city.

"Damn! If it weren't for these bastards, we might have been able to defend longer! ”

After the initial panic, the armed citizens of Marseille calmed down and engaged in a fight with the French soldiers who were part of their compatriots.

At this point, the shouts of killing at the head of the city were continuous, and the two armies, which were overwhelmingly French, fought fiercely.

Randy looked at it for a while, and then he felt annoyed.

There is nothing new, no creativity, no suspense in such a war.

Although it is quite pleasing to watch the French fight with themselves, but think about it again, in fact, he also has a confidante who is an authentic Frenchman, Randy snapped his fingers, and next to him, Nemulis, the spy chief who was not visible and was almost ignored by everyone, understood it, and immediately stepped forward and leaned his ears over, listening to his own lord's command, and immediately nodded yes, followed by a strange horn sound, and came out of the coalition camp.

After hearing the sound of the horn, at the west gate of Marseille City, more than a dozen guys who looked similar to ordinary Marseille citizens glanced at each other, quickly ran to the predetermined weapon hiding place, dropped the wooden shield short spear in their hands, drew out the short sword and dagger that had been hidden in the snow for a long time, and rushed towards the Genoese defenders at the city gate.

"Who are you? What are you going to do? ”

The noble Genoa officer guarding the gates asked in accented French, but he was answered by a fierce gaze and the bright daggers in the hands of the Assassins.

In close-quarters combat, these lightly armed assassins, armed with swords and daggers, were at ease in this skirmish, killing the Genoese as many as they were, and the Maasai citizens several times their own in a matter of minutes, and then opened the gates with swift hands and feet.

Immediately after that, an assassin took out a whistle from his bosom and blew it vigorously, and the sharp sound of breaking the air immediately spread far away, and the Norman army on the western side of the country, which received the news, quickly sent the fastest professional hussars to charge towards the city gate, followed by the Norman army.

"Damn! Spies! ”

However, it was the defenders of Marseille who came faster than the Normans, and when they saw that their own city gate was suddenly missing, the Norman hussars on the opposite side were about to rush over, and both the Genoese and the Maasai were in a hurry, and hundreds of soldiers jumped directly from the walls and rushed towards the dozen or so assassins.

Seeing so many enemies, the Assassins did not retreat, but instead advanced, wielding the blades in their hands, performing a series of incredible combat skills, as well as extremely dexterous and ruthless movements, holding on for thirteen seconds.

Thirteen seconds!

Fifteen VS a thousand!

Inside the narrow gates, the Assassins were wiped out.

But that's enough!

The hussars in the front row smirked and jumped into the crowd, directly crushing the large number of defenders, waving their scimitars in their hands to harvest lives.

The gates changed hands, and Marseille was about to fall, when Nemulis reappeared beside Randy on the north side of the wall.

"Got it."

"Hmm!"

Randy casually agreed, and at the same time looked at the side of the city wall that was still struggling to fight, and the French people who were fighting each other felt the urge to laugh.

Battlefield Assassins are really a very useful class, and Randy turned around with a flick of his horsewhip, ready to leave.

"Where is Your Majesty going? The campaign isn't over yet! Philip II, King of France, spoke out to stop him.

"Nope! It's over! Let's go back and celebrate! ”

Randy finally couldn't help laughing when he said this, and at the same time, Philip II clearly saw that the city was in chaos, vaguely mixed with:

"The city is broken! Run for your life! Such a shout......

The war was over in the afternoon, as Randy had expected, and although there were still sporadic resistance going on in a few towers in the southeast corner, it was harmless, as if it were the looting that permeated Marseille.

Harmless! It was impossible to stop the good mood of everyone except Philip II, nor could it stop Randy from holding a small ceremony at the gates of Marseille with the ambition of the conqueror, liberator, and executioner.

Fortunately, the soldiers were quite obedient.

Because Randy said, "If you kill them, you won't get a ransom." ”

This kind of advice, so in addition to robbing Qiangjian, he didn't carry out too many acts of murder and arson, which also allowed Randy to speak in front of Joan of Arc:

"Look, I didn't break my promise, did I? Less than a thousand people were trampled to death after the whole of Marseille was captured, do you think you should show something? ”

At the Count's Mansion of Marseille, after the Normans had barely cleaned up a few houses that were still in good condition, Randy unceremoniously took the place for himself, and moved Joan of Arc in as quickly as possible, barely attending the celebratory banquet of the coalition forces, and ran to find Joan of Arc.

(End of chapter)