In the Alençon camp, Mayor Scott and Sir Jonathan sat at the top, listening to the report of Commander Randall, and they couldn't help but lament that they had missed a good opportunity to attack.

"Sir Jonathan, should we go on the offensive? From this temptation, it seems that William's army still has a little combat effectiveness, but the number is too small to even have many people stationed on the city walls. Sir Scott turned his head away, and said in a polite tone.

Mayor Scott is so polite because Alençon has a lot to rely on them.

Although the city of Alençon has been privately allied with His Royal Highness Caye, Count of Mortan, and Richard, Baron of Arentão, who made Richard, Baron of Argentun, have dangerous thoughts of using and possessing Alençon?

At present, although both Alençon and Baron Richard are nominally allies against William, Mayor Scott is well aware of Baron Richard's possessiveness of Alençon.

Didn't you see that Barony Agentaut was gathering troops? If it weren't for the intent on Aurangçon, Richard, Baron of Argenthon, would not have had to do so.

Now Mayor Scott's only ally can rely on is Count Kay of Moltan.

On the one hand, Count Kay had a good reputation among merchants and would not be as ambitious as the barbaric nobles like the mongrels William and Baron Richard.

On the other hand, the nearly two hundred cavalry sent by Earl Kay to support him were not only an indispensable force for Mayor Scott to subdue these unruly mercenaries; At the same time, the military presence of the Earl of Cay in Alençon was also a good deterrent to Baron Richard.

Didn't you see the honest appearance of the mercenary captains before? Didn't you hear the news that Baron Argenton was stationed on the border of Barony Alençon, but he didn't dare to move on?

That's the energy of Sir Jonathan, the Upper Burgundian knights.

"No, Lord Scott, it's too late to send troops to attack the city, and the army of the bastard William must have already recovered the filled trenches and broken traps." Sir Jonathan shook his head slightly, and said in a tone of regret, "It is important to rest well, and to make more planks and sandbags to use to get through the trenches, fill in the traps, and make more ladders to climb the city." ”

"You're right, Sir Jonathan, we're all up to you." Mayor Scott smiled and nodded, and responded, "Knight Jonathan, can you lead the Upper Burgundian knights to a siege battle tomorrow?" ”

"I'm very sorry, Mayor Scott, our Burgundian knights are not good at siege warfare and will not participate in tomorrow's siege, but we can send cavalry to participate in the siege of Fort William." Sir Jonathan shook his head in refusal.

"Forgive me for my recklessness, Sir Jonathan Ride." Mayor Scott apologized to Sir Jonathan in a sincere tone, saying, "I have a reluctant request below, and I don't know whether to speak or not. ”

"Speak, Lord Mayor Scott." Sir Jonathan gestured with his right hand.

"Our soldiers are mainly mercenaries and citizen militia, and I fear that they will not be able to unite to attack William's wooden fort." Mayor Scott's face showed a hint of helplessness, and he said, "Therefore, I hope that Sir Scott will serve as the commander-in-chief of the front line, and command all the soldiers participating in the siege in a unified manner. ”

"Oh! I grant your request, Mayor Scott. Sir Jonathan held his beard with his right hand for a moment, and then replied, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"That's right, Mayor Jonathan, I want you to send as many mercenaries as possible when attacking Fort Highlandwood, I don't care how many of them are killed or wounded, but I ask you to make our town militia suffer as few casualties as possible." Mayor Scott pleaded earnestly.

"I'm in vain, Mayor Scott, please leave the army to me with peace of mind." Sir Jonathan patted his chest and assured confidently.

In fact, Mayor Scott really cares about the militia of Alençon City, which is composed of nearly 6,000 citizens, artisans, and children of wealthy merchants, and if they suffer too many casualties, then Mayor Scott's position will be unstable.

As for those mercenaries who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and want money to die, Mayor Scott just wants to say that I will let them die, and the more casualties they have, the better it will be for Mayor Scott, and even the hiring fee can be relied upon.

The two looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and everything was silent.

Day 2, in the morning.

Sir Jonathan led the army, and the huge army with the Burgundian banner on the white eagle on a red background, the red-blue-and-white Alençon banner, and the various mercenary banners began to line under the command of their respective officers.

At this time, the five thousand mercenaries who had previously served as meat eaters in front of the serf conscripts were now also in the front line by the militia of Alençon Town, acting as the vanguard of the daring to die.

Some of the mercenaries, aware of their situation, took up arms and prepared to resist.

However, when they turned to prepare for a rebellion, they were confronted by a militia of 6,000 men and hundreds of heavily armed cavalrymen.

These mercenaries, who were only brave for a moment, suddenly bowed their heads, not daring to look directly at each other.

At this time, Knight Jonathan led hundreds of cavalry to roar, stopped in front of the mercenaries, looked around at everyone and said: "Warriors, the reason why Mayor Scott and I sent you to be the vanguard of the siege is a test of your trust and loyalty."

Before Sir Jonathan could finish speaking, the mercenaries in front of him burst into a whistle-blowing boo, and it was clear that these life-hungry mercenaries did not trust his words.

Listening to the boos of the mercenaries, Sir Jonathan's face became more and more difficult to look at, and he said hatefully: "It is a pity that some of you scum have failed to live up to this precious trust, and these people will pay with their lives."

With Sir Jonathan waving his hand, dozens of Upper Burgundian cavalrymen wearing red and white eagle robes rode out of the crowd, throwing horse ropes in their hands to take the mercenaries in front of them.

These mercenaries, who were unfortunate enough to be wrapped around their necks by the cavalry, were dragged all the way by the Upper Burgundian knights, constantly letting out oozing screams.

The mercenaries were furious at the brutality of the Upper Burgundian Knights, and it was clear that they were more afraid of the unreasonable Upper Burgundian Knights than the town militia of Alençon.

The dozens of mercenaries who had been dragged along by the Upper Burgundian knights gradually fell silent, and the screams that had penetrated before were barely audible.

At this time, the Upper Burgundian knights dragged the dead mercenaries to the mercenaries, untied the horse ropes, and rode away.

These miserable mercenaries are all warning the crowd not to resist in vain, or this will be their fate.