As time went by, more and more mercenaries were killed by stones and arrows, and even if a few were lucky enough to climb the city wall, they were stabbed to death on the spot by the heavy infantry who surrounded them.

Driven by the outbreak of resentment, some mercenary leaders began to lead their own mercenaries to attack the formation of the town militia, while more mercenaries fled to both sides under the leadership of the real mercenary leader.

Sir Jonathan, who was behind the town militia of Alençon, could no longer stand the incompetence and betrayal of the mercenaries, and ordered loudly with a wave of his hand: "Town militia, continue to oppress the mercenaries to attack the city, turn around and flee, or kill those who resist." Knight Tim, you lead the cavalry to intercept the fleeing mercenaries and kill them all on the battlefield. ”

Under the organization of officers at all levels, the town militia showed a different combat effectiveness than usual, and the mercenaries who could easily outbeat them in the past were now killed by the town militia as easily as slaughtering weak chickens.

Maybe it was because they were inspired by the knights of Upper Burgundy, maybe Sir Jonathan was so strong in leadership, or maybe it was because they were much more courageous.

But on the positive side, these previously slick town militias have shown a different kind of fighting.

As for the mercenaries who fled to both sides, nothing good came of it.

Before the hundreds of mercenaries could run out of the battle array, they were rushed and routed by the Burgundian knights and town cavalry who quickly arrived, and they were completely wiped out in a short time.

Under the brutal suppression of the militia of the towns in the rear and the knights of Hauts-Burgundy, the 2,000 or so mercenaries who had not yet escaped had no choice but to turn around and continue to climb towards the walls of the wooden fort, barely resisting the attacks of stones, javelins and arrows with their shields.

On the walls of the wooden castle, Sir Hubert himself was already in battle, wearing a sturdy double-layered full-body plate chain composite armor, armed with a flis shield and a double-edged broadsword.

Sir Hubert already knew how many mercenaries he had slain from the ladder, his steel sword was now completely stained red by dried blood, and the iris shield in his left hand was shattered after parrying countless attacks, and even the red lion pattern on it was indistinguishable.

Bang...

Poof...

"Heh... Scold... Uh-ha..."Sir Hubert killed one of the rushing mercenaries again, gasping loudly, and said, "Twenty-sixth, huh... Damn, it's gone. ”

"Reserves, reserves, Daniel. Buller, Jeffrey, and the soldiers came up to replace the tired soldiers. Sir Hubert exhaled slightly, withdrew from the first line, and turned around and commanded Daniel and Jeffrey behind the walls.

"Yes, Sir Hubert."

Upon Sir Hubert's orders, Daniel, Buller and Jeffrey each led a Swiss mercenary regiment of 1,000 men, Norman light infantry and Norman heavy infantry to the city wall quickly, commanding their soldiers to gradually replace the soldiers on the original city wall, while they themselves led their soldiers to support the first line.

"Sir Hubert, we are here, please go down and rest for a while, and leave the defense of the walls to us." Daniel. Captain Buller came to Sir Hubert's side, put his hands on the crumbling Sir Hubert, and said with concern.

"Yes, Sir Hubert, rest assured, I won't let any of these mercenary scum climb the walls." Jeffrey on the side also patted his chest and reassured.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you next." Sir Hubert turned his head left and right to look at the two of them, nodded slightly, and said, "You two must be careful to defend, if you encounter a tight front, you must ask me for support, you know?" ”

"Yes, Sir Hubert." The two nodded in agreement.

Daniel. Buller and Jeffrey watched Sir Hubert leave, and then led their men to the part of the wall against which the ladder rested.

"Swiss pikemen, open the gun array, Swiss halberders, kill the enemy soldiers who climb up." Daniel Buhler led his close Swiss pikemen to open a phalanx of Swiss pikes in front of the ladder and commanded loudly.

In front of the ladders on the other side, Captain Jeffrey also ordered the Norman light and heavy infantry to form a tight phalanx, blocking the ladders that the mercenaries were climbing.

Hmmm... Whew...

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

With the incessant stimulation of the Swiss pikemen, dozens of Alençon mercenaries were impaled through their bodies and fell off the city wall in the blink of an eye.

The mercenaries seemed to be endless, and suddenly dozens of elite mercenaries climbed over the wall, holding oak shields and climbed to the front of the spear array, forming a small shield formation of several people and pressing towards the spear phalanx.

As if one thing was the other, the shield was just right to restrain the pikemen, and no amount of stimulation in front of the thick oak shield would be futile.

"Swiss halberders, crack these turtle shells with halberds." Seeing that the battle situation was anxious, and at the same time, dozens of elite mercenaries in front of him also began to press Daniel. Buller summoned the Swiss halberders to attack the enemy who had climbed the walls.

Bang... Syllable...

The oak round shield could not resist the slash of the powerful Swiss halberd, and it immediately exploded, killing the soldiers behind the oak round shield.

The scales on the battlefield were once again tilted in Daniel Buhler's favor, and the mercenaries, who had climbed the city wall to resist them, were defeated by the attack of the Swiss halberd, killing them all on the spot in less than a moment.

Gradually, the situation on the battlefield was stabilized, Daniel. Commander Buller involuntarily glanced at Jeffrey's battlefield on the other side, with a look of envy and jealousy in his eyes.

At this moment, Jeffrey had already used the Viking sword and oak shield to form a battle formation to block the gap and kill the enemies on the spot, and the killing efficiency was obviously a few points higher than that of the Swiss pikeman group.

After Jeffrey completely killed the enemy who dared to come forward, he involuntarily turned his head, and happened to be the same as Daniel, who turned his head to look at Jeffrey. Bühler stared at each other for a few seconds, the lightning of intense gaze colliding with each other, and the rich smell of gunsmoke filled the surroundings.

"Hmph..." the two of them seemed to be a little arrogant and turned their heads, snorted, and didn't say a word.

At this moment, under the city wall, the mercenaries who still exist here are less than 700 people, which is simply different from the original huge mercenaries, and this is less than a day!

Among these surviving mercenaries, only Captain Jay and his small group did not suffer much, and the original Randall Mercenary Captain and his soldiers had already died on the battlefield.