The siege troops, inspired by Kohler's arrows, advanced slowly but decisively, gradually approaching the city.

Although there were still people who were shot by the arrows along the way, the unlucky guy who exposed himself soon became a martyr under Kohler's arrows, and fell crookedly, one life for another.

I watched with victory, the rebels who hid behind the city wall and did not dare to show their heads, the strength positioning of Kohler has reached a new level, this kid must be encircled in the future, cultivated into a descendant of the lineage, and must always pay attention to his ideological trends, not sloppy at all.

Thinking so, I instructed the heralds around me: "Let the reserves be ready, and when the siege troops rush to the city, the follow-up forces must follow, quickly clear the landing field, so that the soldiers behind can make up for it, and take Vipitano in one go, I will be in the ...... tonight"

Before he finished speaking, the herald suddenly pointed to the battlefield and shouted, his voice hoarse from excessive nervousness: "Oh no, it's a scorpion crossbow!" ”

Although he didn't know what it was, it could be seen from the herald's overly frightened facial expression that it was a powerful thing, and it wasn't ordinary, at least it had left him with painful memories.

Turning my head, I squinted and observed the battlefield, the siege force stopped advancing, everyone looked around like headless flies, looking for cover to dodge, Kohler also put away his bow and jumped into a large pit not far away, everyone seemed to have encountered something difficult to resist, and there was no other way but to escape.

Following the direction of the herald's voice, I turned my gaze to the city, the rebels on the city wall pushed out more than a dozen large machines, two people around a machine and turned the winch hard, the sound of the tense leather bands made the roots of people's teeth sore, seeing this scene, I thought I knew what it was, and I couldn't help but gasp......

MD！ It's a bed crossbow!

I've never eaten pork, but I've seen a pig run, this thing has been seen in foreign blockbusters, although the operation is a little more laborious, but the lethality is amazing, and the Barian of the Heavenly Dynasty used it against Saladin's building car.

The enemy is too cunning, and only when our army sees that it is advancing under the city wall and is ready to start building a ladder to attack the city, the bed crossbow will be pushed out at such a close distance, and the power of the bed crossbow will be exerted to the maximum, and the position of our army is also exactly within the firing angle of the bed crossbow, the rebel commander of Vipitano is really a calm man, and he saved the killer weapon until the last moment, which caught us off guard, so that the troops who had temporarily recovered their morale instantly fell into a state of confusion.

Some of the soldiers who were on the verge of collapse were screaming and running away, and then the second and third around them, more and more soldiers chose to abandon their armor and flee for their lives, but unfortunately became the first lucky victims.

I saw that they were pierced by the powerful bed crossbow, and the mixed blood in their stomachs mixed with dirty blood flowed all over the ground, and their deaths were miserable and ugly.

"The reserves hurry up, outflank them from the flanks, attack the other side of the castle, disperse the enemy's pressure on the front, quickly!"

I slapped the herald's horse on the buttocks, and the frightened horse galloped away with its hooves raised, almost throwing off the rider on its back, and even the guards behind me had never seen me so out of shape, and they kept their mouths shut and did not dare to squeak.

I continued to order: "Let those craftsmen aim and fight, so a big bed crossbow is not accurate?" If you can't hit again, give me an egg! ”

At such a close distance, the power of the bed crossbow is not something that can be stopped by the flesh raised by the father and mother, and even those shields are as thin as papier-mâché, and they are shot directly from the middle, often a high-speed flying spear can penetrate the bodies of several people, nailing them to the ground like sugar gourds, and the dying who remain breathless, struggle powerlessly but cannot make a sound, like a dying fish on the bank of the river.

Still silent films, blood and terror envelop everyone on the battlefield, and Deathgrim smiles and opens its arms: Welcome!

In the chaos of the crowd, Kohler found Hans, who was holding his head and imagining himself to be a turtle, who was half dead in tears and pretended to be dead under a corpse, but his legs trembled uncontrollably.

The commanders were like this, the first echelon was completely collapsed, some fell to the ground and pretended to be corpses like Hans, some ran madly to what they thought was safe, and were nailed into butterfly specimens by spears before they could take a step, and some simply knelt on the ground and prayed for God to appear, so frightened that they completely lost the most basic survival instinct.

This is the soldier under my hand, I can't rush through a straight line distance of only 300 meters, and the whole army is crushed by more than a dozen bed crossbows, I don't think there is any need for military law, it is estimated that my buddy must be buried here, if it is heavy, His Majesty the Emperor will directly whip the corpse!

"My lord, the reserve team refuses to fight, and some people have already deserted, what should I do?"

The herald was still sticking to his post in the panic, and he didn't rely on himself to ride a fast horse and take the lead in slipping away...... But then again, is there a future?

"How's the Guard?"

I grabbed the herald's shoulder and asked him, seeing that his clothes were stripped off, and the last waist could still be coaxed, it was the master who gritted his steel teeth and had to put it on top!

Now the only ones who can rely on the direct guards, some of these people are loyal descendants brought from the fiefdom, not that they are loyal enough to be born and die for me, the key is that their parents, wives and children are in my hands, they are deserters, but they can run monks and can't run the temple, the punishment in the Middle Ages is harsh, and they have to catch the whole family when they run away, compared to the war death or something, it is all trivial, and the worst can also be divided into the pension field divided by the lord, and the fool will also count.

"The guards are still stable, there has been no rout, now do you want them to go up? What about your safety, my lord? ”

The herald's brain turned quickly, and he guessed my intentions at once, and he was still thinking about my safety, but I was originally thinking about letting the guards gather and find an opportunity to rescue Kohler and Hans and run away, who knew that the little herald had the determination to die, as a nobleman, I can't urinate at a critical time, I don't want to lose face and life, at this moment, the reason to escape has the upper hand, and only the last plan is hovering in my mind among the thirty-six plans.

"Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, there is no reason to retreat in the face of honor, I want to be with my guards and fight for Germany!"

I lowered my head and straightened out the shiny chain mail, which looked even more silvery under the refraction of the snow.

"You go and raise my banner and tell everyone that their viscount is personally in battle, if it is a master, don't hide aside and pretend to be cowardly, charge with me, God bless Germany!"

Under the admiring gaze of the herald, I held my head high and walked away, leaving him with the most handsome back, resolute and resolute, the vicissitudes of the sea, showing the true character of a hero, and from then on my buddy is a new generation of teenage male idols!

I rode on horseback, brightly armoured, and the knight behind me raised a pennant decorated with the family coat of arms, and the rag was half-dead and rolled up on the barrel of the gun, and there was no sunshine, like fifty soldiers of the Guards with great axes and grief on their faces.

I secretly put a layer of soft leather armor inside the chain mail, I was strangled out of breath, every breath is like a bench press 100 pounds of barbell, and the intake is not as good as the outgas: "You turn the gun and let the flag float, we are going to fight, momentum, do you need momentum?" ”

I whispered to the rider who was waving the flag, sad that this dead boy who couldn't turn a corner was dead.