"Our situation is not much better."

I rubbed my red eyes, I have been highly nervous these days, and I have not been able to sleep well, coupled with the smoke and fire, my eyes are always hot and painful, and I can't close them, which always makes me doubt that I am not far from blindness.

"There are less than a thousand people who can fight, there is still a room of old, weak, sick and disabled, and the reserve of arrows is almost exhausted, we must decide the winner today, we are like two skinny tigers, we can't kill the opponent and grab the meat can only starve to death, do you want to starve to death?"

I looked at the wounded soldiers who were wailing all over the castle, and the soldiers who were collecting the corpses with blank expressions, a dirty little child running into the middle of the crowd, knocking over the stretcher carrying the dead bodies, grinning and crying helplessly, his mother chasing after him and shouting reprimands, and the whole castle was filled with this air of decadence.

"Can it really hold on?"

I turned around and asked myself in my heart, my eyes involuntarily fell on the two trebuchets that were being debugged by the engineers, this is the last magic weapon of Nijmegen, the only remaining ten bottles of fire oil are all rationed in place, although I don't understand the aerodynamics and ballistic parameters, but the epic blockbuster that is all the rage, "Heavenly Dynasty" has been watched, and during the day, taking advantage of the rare truce, I ordered the attendants to follow the example of Baron Barian in the movie, and tested several stone bullets, and then one hundred yards, two hundred yards, three hundred yards, marked with eye-catching white paint.

The Lyutich warriors in the fortress outside the city were recalled to the city and gathered, and now every combat power that can fight is a treasure, and it cannot be wasted in the endless tug-of-war outside the city, and the remaining trenches and antlers still form an intermittent defensive line, which can still cause some difficulty for the enemy to attack.

The Poles were markedly reduced, for it took them only one morning to complete the final encirclement of the castle, and by the time the sun peeked over the horizon, the drums of the attack had already sounded, and the Polish army was greeted with a cry of high morale, so startled that the sun jumped up and jumped halfway, completely breaking away from the arms of Mother Earth, and holding herself alone in the sky, glowing and dissipating heat.

"Look! They were so desperate that the heavy infantry came up with siege ladders! ”

The bull's eyes were sharp, pointing at the Polish warriors who were standing in the wind in the sun, shouting loudly, and he was excited to shake his hands.

"This time, the remaining armor-piercing arrows can be useful, two rounds of salvos are fired, and the first few rows are guaranteed not to even gasp!"

I didn't answer, squinting my eyes and carefully observing Grand Duke Mieszko's formation.

He put the heavily protected heavy infantry at the front, and shielded the soldiers who were mixed in the ranks carrying ladders, and they were divided into four flag teams, each headed by several well-armored knights.

The archers were arranged on both flanks and were responsible for fire cover, using the mobility of their horses to attack back and forth, while the light cavalry remained in the camp as reserves, and they put on a decisive posture, pounced on them with great vigour, and vowed to capture Neustadt with a tenacious will to fight.

"Stand up your shield!"

I shouted and ordered the soldiers to put the protective shields made of wooden platoons at the head of the city to protect them from the fire of the enemy archers, and the bulls ran back and forth to restrain the archers' formation, and everyone held their breath nervously.

"Elevation angle projectile, two rounds of coverage, put!"

I imitated Kohler's and yelled viciously, but I still couldn't learn his verve, and I couldn't reach that deafening momentum.

The rain of arrows came out in response, holding the power of the bowstring and flying far away, and after reaching the highest point, it turned around and fell, as if there was a huge magnet on the ground, and it was pierced into the shield raised by the Polish heavy infantry, and it clanged into a piece, and immediately turned into a jungle of white feathers, and the rapid pace of the enemy's movements was staggering, which showed that the usual training was good, even if the defense was so tight, it was still inevitable that there would be arrows along the gaps between the shields to hit the vital point, and there were screams one after another, and the neat tortoiseshell array appeared mutilated, But immediately someone dragged the wounded soldier to the back, automatically filled the holes in the formation, and continued to move forward slowly.

Seeing that the precious arrows were wasted on the shield and became performance art, I waved my hand to stop further shooting, and the bull took advantage of this opportunity to ask the archers to replace their armor-piercing arrows and wait for the enemy to get closer before fighting.

The Poles, who found that the city no longer fired arrows, opened the shield on their heads for the first time, as if the petals bloomed overnight, revealing the soldiers who were alive and well below, and they roared and beat their shields, and strode forward to the beat of the drums, at which time the archers also caught up and fired indiscriminately at the city, with a clear purpose, that is, to cover the infantry attacking the city.

This is the first time I have commanded the castle offensive and defensive battle, hiding behind the city wall, I am nervous and a little excited, watching the arrows that fly into the city over the protective shield, and like a dragonfly that flapps its crystal wings to enjoy the last time in an autumn afternoon, it falls to the ground softly, it is estimated that the warriors who were injured by the blade have not been smashed much, but it is really so overwhelming that we dare not show our heads easily.

I licked my habitually chapped lips, closed my eyes and let out a long sigh of relief, and the bull cautiously leaned over and asked, "My lord, the distance is almost there, isn't it?" ”

I poked my head out and looked, and the Polish soldiers who were rushing ahead had just crossed the pile of stones marked three hundred yards, and the soldiers carrying the ladders were lightly armed, and the heavy infantry was a large part of the heavy infantry.

"Wait, it's all a little miscellaneous soldier rushing up, and it's not worth using fire oil on them."

I made a gesture and gave the bull an order: "Estimate that the archers are running out of arrows, and let the archers prepare to return fire, and not let the enemy cross the second trench." ”

The bull stood up against the sparse rain of arrows, his majestic and burly figure was like a Vajra Arhat, and those arrows also seemed to be afraid of the power of the strong, and flashed to the side.

With his left foot on the wall and a crescent-like bow in his right arm, he beckoned the archers to return fire as he took out his armor-piercing arrows and aimed them at the front of the enemy.

The other man seemed to be a knight, with polished chain mail, a hood with the same armor on his head, and a golden beard on his chin, looking young.

His attendants carried spears and followed the footsteps of their masters, no wonder, experienced old knights, all hiding in the ranks and slowly slipping away, only young men who are eager for military exploits will stupidly rush to the front line, gambling their lives to win glory, but who can say for sure that after obtaining glory, there is still life to enjoy?

The bull stretched his bow to the fullest, the muscles of his shoulders were strained, the stiff bowstring made an overwhelmed obscure sound, the archers had already shot several rounds of arrows, the Polish archers were fighting their horses to dodge, and the infantry who had just rushed to the second trench were also killed and wounded, but the bull still did not hurry to aim at his prey, patiently waiting for the best time.

During the days when he was learning archery, Kohler taught him the most how to relax his mind and empty the outside world, and the two of them spent more time meditating cross-legged in front of the sun than when they were actually practicing, so much so that I almost thought that they were going to have some kind of adultery, but after the bull came out, the whole person grew a lot, and he became more brainy.

"Medium!"

The bull suddenly let go of the bowstring with a loud shout, and the rain of arrows penetrated straight into the young knight's mouth, and pierced diagonally through his back, and the ground still vibrated by itself, and the knight ran forward a few steps by inertia, and then fell softly into the arms of the squire, half of his face was blurred with blood, and his eyes were staring at him, as if he wanted to find an opponent who attacked him, but unfortunately he lost his focus, and finally died weakly.

I don't know who of the Polish hoplites who staggered two steps to kick the three hundred yards of stone to pieces, but I remember where I was, the soldiers standing by the trebuchets with torches staring at me intently, bottles of fire oil tied together, placed in the trebuchet's firing trough, and inconspicuous clay jars containing deadly grease.

"Three hundred yards, put!"

I dropped my right hand firmly, and the soldier who had been waiting for a long time cut the rope of the trebuchet, and the arm crunched with the elastic strength of the ox tendon, and threw the burning oil bottle out!

Bewitching sparks bloomed in the enemy bushes, and the blood basin of red fireworks devoured dozens of Polish soldiers who had no time to dodge, the smell of burnt human flesh was permeated again, and the soldiers whose clothes were set on fire rolled on the ground with terrible screams, and in an instant turned into a black ash that could not be distinguished.

"Two hundred yards, launch!"

"Reload, shoot again!"

I gave the order again to the warriors who operated the trebuchet, and the second trebuchet roared to send a greeting from death, and in a panic ran past the Poles marked two hundred yards of stones, and then fell into the flames, and knocked down a hundred and ten twisted corpses, and the horses that were afraid of fire did not listen to the riders, and fled in all directions with a neighing, and the Polish infantry lost their only cover, and the soldiers of Nijmegen in the city could be considered to have found an opportunity to vent their anger, and fired fiercely at the enemies who were crowded together, and let them lose dozens of lives in embarrassment. The panicked knight led the remaining warriors to advance and retreat, and finally chose the latter wisely between the military order and the life, threw away the ladder and fled.

"Rollo, lead the horse!"

I held on to the scabbard that had been dragged to the ground and stumbled on my feet, brandished my long sword and shouted: "Kill all who can move with me, it is better to chase the poor man with the remaining bravery, and wait for when not to make a move at this time!" ”

As he spoke, he jumped up the reins, and rushed out through the gap before the gate could be opened, and the bull roared excitedly, and the second ran up, and the rest of the Nijmegen soldiers were so demoralized that they followed the attack, and even the wounded soldiers and sturdy women picked up sticks and stones, cheered and followed, and the scales of victory began to turn in favor of Nijmegen.

Grand Duke Mieshko finally released the last reserve in his hand, and went into battle with his own sword, and the light cavalry in full formation, drove the infantry that had regrouped and turned around to attack, and the two armies collided fiercely with each other.

I rode my horse and dodged several spears one after another, skillfully searched for the moment when the enemy's defense was negligent, accurately harvested the life, the chaotic battlefield and the hunting wind that swept past my ears, like the first battle I experienced when I crossed.

"Let God judge who is worthy of the winner!"

I stabbed a Polish knight with a hideous face, and immediately shouted with a sword.