The frenzied mercenaries of Alençon finally retreated, and the soldiers in the city could finally breathe a sigh of relief by knocking down all the ladders leaning against the walls of the wooden fort.

After more than two hours of fierce fighting, the soldiers were simply bathed in blood, some of the weapons in their hands could not be held, and some were even so tired that they were about to fall.

"Drink... Drink... Uh-huh..."Daniel. Commander Buller was already drenched in sweat and panted and said, "Finally, don't these damn rebels dare to attack again?" ”

At this time Sir Hubert led his soldiers up the walls and came to Daniel. In front of Buller and Jeffrey, he patted their shoulders with both hands and said, "Daniel, Jeffrey, take the soldiers down to rest, the wounded soldiers also need to be treated, and now this place will be left to me to guard." ”

"Nope! Sir Hubert, my soldiers and I can continue to fight. "Daniel. Bühler said with some reluctance.

"Yes, Sir Hubert, we'll have at least a full day." Jeffrey on the side clenched his right hand into a fist and said excitedly.

"Alright, alright, go down, that's what His Highness William meant. There's still a long way to go, and you'll have to rest to prepare for the next battle. Sir Hubert shook his head with both hands.

"Yes, Sir Hubert." Although the two were a little reluctant in their hearts, they were not able to disobey the will of His Royal Highness William, so they had to lead less than a thousand soldiers down the city wall.

"Auxiliaries, the doctor will quickly carry the wounded to the camp tent in the main building for treatment." When Sir Hubert saw the two men leaving, he organized conscripts and paramedics to carry the wounded.

In the midst of a "yes" promise, hundreds of levies walked up to the city walls, carrying doctors to carry the wounded and rescue the sick, while some of the levies carried weapons and arrows to replenish the troops on the walls.

Seeing their busy figures, Sir Hubert nodded in satisfaction, turned back to the knights and soldiers under his command, and ordered, "Enter the battle and prepare to meet the enemy." ”

"Yes..."

After more than a thousand soldiers had entered the battle position, Sir Hubert turned and climbed a tower to observe the movement of the place.

"Are these mercenaries all solved?" Sir Hubert looked at the enemy formation one hundred and fifty meters away, and saw that the mercenaries in the enemy army formation had almost been wiped out, and there were less than five hundred people left, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems that these mercenaries were either killed by our army or killed by the army of Alençon City." ”

Within a quarter of an hour, Sir Hubert spotted that the rebel formation of Alençon had begun to move towards the walls of the wooden castle again.

The first to step forward were more than 800 archers armed with war bows, as if trying to suppress their own firepower first, so that the rebels of Alençon could successfully ascend the city.

"Put up your shield and watch out for the arrows. The longbowmen pay attention to suppress the local archers. ”

Immediately, Sir Hubert gave a series of orders to the soldiers on the walls and the archers on the towers.

"Yes..."

With the promise of the crowd, the soldiers, under the command of the knightly officer, met to erect the arrow board and hide their bodies behind the female wall, while the Norman longbowmen on the tower also finished their rest, hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of food and salt water, and picked up the longbow and arrows and prepared to shoot.

"Norman longbowmen pay attention, target enemy archers, salvo, shoot." Norman longbowman commander Andrew on the tower. Dalton decided to strike first, and with a wave of his right hand, he ordered loudly.

"Yes..."

With an order, a Norman longbowman fired an arrow at the enemy archer for a test shot.

Shout... Bang...

Unsurprisingly, the scarlet arrow plunged deep into the ground in front of the archers, and the shaking shaft of the arrow made a buzzing sound to the feathers.

As soon as the vermilion arrow landed, as if it were a signal, nearly four hundred Norman longbowmen took up their longbows and mounted the arrows, and under the guidance of Commander Andrew, they launched a neat salvo attack.

Airplanes...

Black clouds emerged from the six tall towers, converging into a huge black rain cloud in the sky, humming like a torrential rain and raining down on the Alençon militia archers.

Puff... Puff...

As if piercing fragile paper, the long, powerful arrows pierced through the cotton armor and chain mail without hindrance, nailing the two hundred militiamen of Alençon town to the ground, looking as if they were wheat stalks on the farmland.

The surviving Alençon militia archers watched their soldiers lose more than 200 lives to the giant arrows that fell from the sky, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear, and their morale began to waver.

"Don't be afraid, soldiers! Pluck up the courage to fight back, fight back. A town militia commander raised his sword and shouted at his archers.

It seemed that the previous volley of Norman longbowmen was too shocking, and the six hundred or so militia archers had not yet turned around from their wavering hesitation, and did not dare to raise their bows and arrows to fight back.

Poof... Bang...

Seeing this, the militia commander's face was full of gloom, and his heart was ruthless, and the steel sword in his hand pierced directly into the chest of a timid archer.

"See? This is the end of cowardice! If you don't fight back, you'll die a dishonorable death like this. The militia commander drew his steel sword, pointed at the corpse of the archer on the ground, and said with a grim face: "Shoot, shoot." ”

The militia archers, intimidated by their commanders, drew their warbows and prepared to shoot.

Airplanes...

Airplanes...

The sound of arrows rang out at the same time, and the Norman longbowmen on William's side and the militia archers on Alençon fired arrows almost simultaneously.

The two waves of arrows staggered through the air, each shooting at their target.

Bang bang bang ... Bang bang bang ...

More than 600 arrows fired by the militia archers of Alençon were blocked by the female walls and arrowboards on the towers, and the weak arrows could not penetrate the defenses of the arrowboards.

Poof... Poof... Poof...

As if erased by the hand of God, one hundred and sixty men fell again in the line of Arençon militia archers more than a hundred meters below the city.

At this time, the archer commander could no longer stop the confusion of the militia archers, and raised his steel sword in vain to threaten him, but no one paid attention to him.

The four hundred and sixty militia archers had completely lost the courage to shoot at the Norman longbowmen, and they turned around and ran towards their own camp.

Airplanes... Airplanes...

Puff... Puff puff...

A third wave of arrows poured down again, mercilessly shooting into the backs of the militia archers who had turned and fled, exploding the bewitching and bright red blood-colored lotus.

This wave of arrows once again took the lives of nearly 200 militia archers, and the remaining nearly 300 militia archers completely lost the courage to fight again, and threw away their bow and arrow weapons, took off their cotton armor robes, and ran back to their own array as if they were fleeing.