Sure enough, these best blacksmiths in Venice, made iron arrowheads, easily tore through the soft leather armor of the rebel infantry, desperately burrowed into their flesh and blood, and stirred the internal organs into a pot of rotten porridge, like a wheat field under the scythe in autumn, cutting down a large piece of it with a brush, and the sound of screams and wails was endless, even from such a distance, it was still terrifying to hear.

The sharp barbs on it can prevent the arrows from being easily pulled out, and the special treatment deepens and lengthens the blood groove, which can drain the blood from their unhealed wounds in a very short time, a simple and efficient killing tool.

"Free fire! Shoot all the arrows in your hands! ”

The uncle was a little dissatisfied with the efficiency of his subordinates in harvesting lives, although he ignored that his soldiers were only 200 men, and a salvo had already allowed a hundred, and the rebels who wanted to kill the heavy cavalry and stripped them of their expensive armor had suffered a large number of casualties, and basically lost the ability to continue fighting, and the remaining infantry turned around and fled into the city gate, hiding behind their own infantry who had erected their shields and set up their defenses.

Two rounds of arrows went down, and between us and the city gate, there were no living creatures, and those dying enemy infantry were all crucified to the ground, and the opponent mercifully helped them end their suffering.

The rebels who defended against the narrow gates piled up their shields in layers to form an airtight shield wall, but arrows still got into the gaps between the shields and shot them in the arms, thighs, or the throats of some unfortunate people, and more often than not, they were blocked by the shields and nailed to them.

"Stop shooting!"

I waved my hand at my uncle, and the archers stopped pouring down their deaths, and began to count the remaining arrows in their hands, and the bull and Kohler fled on the horses of the heavy cavalry, panting in embarrassment, and the bull came to me with his head bowed, and the man as strong as a bear was as silent as a child.

"Adult ......"

His voice was as low as a mosquito humming, and he was like the usual resolute and reckless image, because of his stubbornness, dragging down the sacrifice of his comrades-in-arms made him regret it, and condensed into an indelible scar in his heart.

"Don't say anything, I'm glad you came back alive!"

I looked into his eyes, which were slowly welling up with tears, and reached out to stop him from wanting to continue his repentance.

"I know what you're going to say, if you want to atone for your sins, kill two more bitch rebels in a while, and those comrades who sacrificed to save you will go away with a smile, they die like a real Germanic warrior, although many people are just shepherd boys from small mountain villages, low-status serfs, but at this moment, on this battlefield, their behavior is worthy of the respect of the noblest knights."

With these words, I think I finally understood what true chivalry was, what meant the continuation of this war, and in a moment of lightning, I became a veritable, true German knight.

Kohler stood aside and did not interject, and I could see from his expression that he also agreed with what I said, and I looked at the soldiers in front of me who were inspired to fight, and felt that in fact, there was no too profound knowledge in commanding a war, as long as you are willing to give your life to your comrades-in-arms, they will also sacrifice their precious lives to make peace with you and die generously.

"Infantry shield wall!"

"Archers prepare for fire support!"

"Heavy cavalry regroup to protect the flanks!"

I asked the bull to command the rest of the infantry, and Kohler mounted his horse and followed me to deliver orders. The enemy in the castle saw that the bows and arrows stopped shooting, and retreated into the city in an orderly manner and dropped the gates, and the enemy's archers appeared on the city wall one after another.

"My lord, the enemy relies on the fortified city and has many generals, we have no siege equipment, the logistics supply has been completely cut off, and we can't advance or retreat, what should we do now?"

Kohler saw that I was at a loss, and cautiously asked me, at this time, even he, a master who could not do anything, had no idea.

I rolled my eyes, if only I knew that I wouldn't be so upset, who knows how those Venetians had exposed their intentions and been wiped out by the rebels in the city? Not only did he lose his own life, but he also indirectly gave away the lives of our people, there was no village in front of the village, there was no store in the back, and there were enemy-occupied areas on all sides, could it be that we would let a thousand people swim back to Venice?

The problem of logistics and supply is directly related to the stability of the army, even if the looting of the surrounding farms is not a long-term solution after all, but the question is that the enemy will watch us and loot under their noses? The answer is no.

"For the ...... of the Present"

I looked at the erratic, completely unmotivated eyes of my men, as dark as a bottomless pit, and felt that hope was slipping away from them little by little, and that I, as the backbone of my heart, had to come up with an idea, even if it was a terrible solution, as long as I pointed out the direction of this group of people.

"The heavy cavalry roamed on both flanks, ready to counter the enemy's pursuers, and the whole army retreated to the nearest farm!"

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The small village in front of us, like the small farmstead in the territory, is dilapidated and lifeless, as if it had been half-dead since the creation of the world.

People live at sunrise, and there is no hope for a cookie-cutter life.

The sun has not yet sunk into the low hills to the west of the village, and these peasants, who are busy with a day's farm work, all retreat into their low thatched huts like marmots and fall asleep, occasionally there can be one or two dog barks and sheep barking, but there are no lights and human voices, like a painting of landscape and pastoral, the tranquility of small bridges and flowing waters, people are reluctant to destroy the beauty of this moment.

But it can't be helped! I am now a German Knight and Viscount of the German Frontiers, and in order to win this war, I must play the devil once and bring destruction and death to these innocent peasants.

In the process of retreating, a series of sinister tricks appeared in my mind, the bitter meat version of the tiger leaving the mountain, speaking of the same as the strategy of capturing Vipitano, but this time there is no self-abuse, instead of my flesh and skin, it is the people of this small village in front of me who become the bait to lure the snake out of the hole, may God forgive me!

"Are we sure we want to do that? My lord? ”

Kohler was still making a final effort, he was the last person who wanted the gloom of war to spread to the common people, but the current predicament forced me to make this decision, and he put his sword in the sheath, knowing that it was futile but still trying to persuade again.

"Do you have a better way? I promise to double the losses of the people after the castle is captured, and try not to hurt the lives of the soldiers. ”

I watched the soldiers who had outflanked the village from both directions, and suddenly regretted my decision, the heavy cavalry had found a safe place to hide under the leadership of the bull, the last time I had the experience of lurking with the Lannister knights, and I was even more familiar with this camp.

Kohler was silent, he let out a long sigh of relief, turned his horse's head and left the group as they watched in amazement, I knew he couldn't bear to see innocent people robbed of what little bit of their belongings they needed to survive.

Even if he knew that he was playing a trick to lure the enemy into battle, he was worried that the soldiers would not be able to grasp the scale, and the inferior nature was like a beast locked in a cage, which seemed to be gentle and tamed, but once it smelled blood, it would inevitably be unable to control the nature gushing out, and it would demonize those soldiers who were also from poor backgrounds, making them raise their butcher knives and slash at the defenseless and helpless people who were as helpless and miserable as they once were.

Gradually, the village heard the sound of dogs barking, then someone broke down the door, and the host's woman and child screamed in terror, and then the sound became complex and complicated.

In the light of the fire, my soldiers, carrying large bags and small bags, were kicking down an old man who was trying to hinder him from continuing to plunder, and the whole village was like a pot of boiling water, and there were heart-rending cries and loud bangs of smashing pots and doors, and hell loomed on earth.

I turned around and looked at the herald who had just appeared next to me, and he shook his head at me slightly.

"The enemy is calmer than expected!"

I clenched my right fist until it started to shake from the detachment.

"Let the little ones let go, don't leave anything behind, collect everything you can eat and take, I don't believe that the lords in the castle will watch it!"