Two days later, follow-up supplies arrived at the front one after another.

A team of about 30 escorts escorted six wagons of goods to the camp in Puren, most of which were parts of siege weapons that could be disassembled and assembled.

The most striking of these armaments is the 10-meter-long pole, which is a distinctive feature from all the siege weapons of the current Middle Ages.

In the 11th century, the siege weapons of the Middle Ages were still generally using torsion trebuchets and human trebuchets as the main force of siege, which mainly used leverage, and the longest pole responsible for throwing stones was only three, four, or five, even if it was a giant trebuchet.

The siege weapon used by the Pulon people is as long as ten meters in the lever responsible for ejection, and the six carriages accompanying it occupy three carriages just from the chassis loaded with this giant weapon, which shows that this weapon is a weapon with a very huge range and power.

The heavy siege weapon, codenamed "Fallen Darkness", was received by the Pulen Legion and was to be assembled and overhauled over the next half day, all by thirty-six trebuchets who accompanied it.

Originally, the operation of Fallen Darkness was very complicated, and it required at least eleven soldiers to operate at the same time to be able to use it perfectly. However, this is an early version of Fallen Twilight, with the "Gear Principle" replacing the laborious and time-consuming manpower of suppressing the number of people to operate the operation, and also increasing the time interval of the Catapult attack from one shot per minute to 3.5 rounds per two bells.

King Pullen saw that the secret weapon had arrived, and that the legion was in the stage of strength after two days of rest. He then decisively ordered the legion to march out, and after a three-hour march reached a distance of three kilometers outside the enemy's town, and continued to approach Lonagonk.

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At noon, the British soldiers were still eating, and most of them were unaware of the clouds of war that were coming.

"Hey, what's that one over there, Jack?"

A British archer stood on a watchtower and asked his companions. The sentry, known as Jack, turned his head to look in the direction his companion pointed, because it was noon when the sun was at its brightest of the day, and the Pulon Legion was backlit, and the strong harsh sunlight and the distorted light from the heat made the Pulon Legion feel like they were walking in a distorted time and space.

"Hmm...... I can't see clearly, this damn weather, it was raining heavily a few days ago, and it has suddenly become so hot these days. What the hell! Jack rubbed his somewhat blurry eyes and cursed with a dry mouth. However, at this time, he had a faint premonition in his heart, which came from the intuition he had cultivated over the years of watching the battle.

"Aha, welcome to England. The weather here is so weird and hell, and most of the year is spent in the rain. You have to learn to adapt to this little guy from France. Torris slapped Jack on the shoulder, and he didn't like the companion from France. In addition to the condescending face of the other party, his deflated English and his always boasting of the noble virtues of the French language were also unpleasant.

"Hey, don't touch me, you savage Anglican! Also, I'm no younger than you! ”

Jack slapped Torris' hand away in annoyance, glaring at him fiercely with a fierce look. The feud between the English and the French is almost universally known, and even among the common people this atmosphere of discord is very profound.

Torris didn't expect the other party to dare to be so presumptuous to himself, and in an instant, the ruthlessness of the perennial fighting on the battlefield was accompanied by anger surging above his head, only to see Torres roar angrily and hug Jack and the two scuffled together.

The two big men shook their fists at each other, punching each other to the flesh. The two of them scuffled from the watchtower and fell into the straw pile under the tower, which attracted many other British soldiers to watch and heckle. For most of the soldiers here, the only pleasure in the monotonous military career is to have a night of sex with the ** with breast and buttocks enlarged, or to participate in gambling and fight each other.

The riots that took place here attracted the British garrison patrolling nearby. A squad arrived, led by an Englishman named Nuland, who was responsible for captaining the ten-man squad and maintaining peace and stability in the area.

When he heard the noise, Nuland saw two soldiers scuffling on the dirt ground, his eyes were red with anger, and he drew his long sword and ordered the soldiers to disperse immediately. Then he ordered the team members behind him to forcibly pull away the two people who were scuffling together.

"Bastard!! Do you know what you're doing! Nuland walked up to Torris and took off his helmet, revealing his angry and twisted face and yelling at the other. It's no wonder that Nuland is so angry, after all, this is what happened on his own turf, and if it is not handled properly and is known by the people above, then his promotion path will end here.

"Phew! Less of this set of Newlands! It was the damn Frenchman who provoked first, do you know what he just called me? He calls us damned English savages! Frenchman! Torris and Nuland are from the same farmstead in England, so Torris didn't care at all in the face of Nuland's anger, and continued to scream at the top of his voice to fight Jack again.

Nuland ordered the soldiers to tie up both men. Torris and Jack struggled to their bodies with a reluctant roar at the same time, but they were quickly subdued on the spot by soldiers who were several times their size.

"You two guys get the hell out of me! I haven't eaten all day today! Nuland hissed and roared.

At this moment, Newland walked up to Jack again and slammed the sword butt into his stomach.

Nuland looked at Jack's blue face and bent over and vomited, he looked at the other party with cold eyes and said: "And you, a ** from France, don't think that your cousin is a knight of the nobility and can act recklessly." Remember it for me! This is England not France of your TM! The territory of the English was governed and ruled by the Norman kings! It's not for you fat dead man sitting on the throne to intervene! ”

Jack's painful face twitched, but he still raised his head stubbornly, and said to Newland with a firm look in his eyes: "Haha, this is just your wishful thinking, the so-called Norman king in your mouth is just one of the hundreds of nobles of the great France, if the king of France is willing, he can strip him of his noble rights at any time!" The Norman king, who was stripped of his title of nobility, was just a commoner, and a commoner was not qualified to become a king! When the time comes, how can you fight the 20,000 or 30,000 regular troops of the English Dynasty against the 50,000 elite troops of my French Dynasty?! You should obediently accept the fate of being ruled by France! Damn English monkeys!! ”

The corners of Nuland's eyes twitched, and he raised his sword with a "whew", roaring to kill Jack. It can be seen that Newland is very angry, because his loyalty to England and his longing for the king have made him lose his mind, and only by killing the traitor who is disloyal to the king in front of him can he calm the anger in his heart.

By this time, the Pullen regiment had already driven to three hundred meters outside the city.