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"Ready—raise your shield! The attack from the opposite side is coming!! ”

"Knock knock knock—"

Countless stones fell from the sky, and Falk endured the powerful impact of these stones converting kinetic energy into gravitational potential energy, and raised the wooden shield in his hand above his head with all his might, while shouting hoarsely, hoping that the soldiers would also learn his movements in order to reduce unnecessary casualties......

It's just that his cry was so weak in the whistling of stones.

On the contrary, the screams of the soldiers were heard clearly.

"Damn it! It's just a sling......"

Finally, after this wave of attacks had passed, Fokker was finally able to put down his hand, raised his body and looked at the triumphant slingers standing in three rows outside the city wall, gritting his teeth and hating.

Sling, this is a cheap, cheap and cheap weapon, in the cavalry slash, in the middle two full battle, many friends should have seen it.

The cost of the slings is almost none, only two belts need to be tied in the middle of a leather bag, and the ammunition is a stone that can be found everywhere, and it is very powerful, so it is very popular with bandits and robbers.

In previous battles, the soldiers of Brittany had encountered bandits with slings, and they were easily exterminated.

But this time is different.

First of all, there are too many enemies.

The bandits I have encountered in the past, not counting their families, only said that there are only a few dozen men who can fight, at most, and there are more than a hundred people in the sky - this is already quite remarkable, the feudal division of the European continent is serious, and the lords of some small places, such as barons or something, may not be able to defeat them with their armed forces!

But this time, the enemy was just lined up, and there were 300 slingers throwing stones!

Falk could almost see that the enemy camp was piled up with small rocks piled up into a mountain!

And then there is the second point, they are seriously underprepared.

Speaking of which, Falk wanted to take his sword and kill that damn quartermaster!

It is a well-known thing that the food in the army is bad, and the bacon that comes down turns into stinky meat, the wine is mixed with colored water, and the fresh bread becomes rotten bread mixed with wooden blocks...... There is no doubt that this must be the quartermaster who is corrupt again.

But Falk could never have imagined that the quartermaster was so bold that he even dared to sell weapons and shields!

The shields taken out of the warehouse are obviously indiscriminate, as thin as cardboard, and the stones of the slings pass through a big hole, and they don't even have the most basic protection capabilities, you say, how can this battle be fought?!

Now Falk and the others have removed the door panel and used it as a shield.

Although it is ugly and inconvenient to use, it is much better than having a big hole in your head.

By the way, the quartermaster was a relative of the mayor of the town.

"Archers, archers!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy's attacks had stopped, Fock hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice. Thanks to the damned quartermaster, he had left a little left unsold—thanks to the fact that it was not easy to practice bows, and even more difficult to sharpen a good arrow—anyway, Falk had picked and picked up a hundred working bows.

"Take the arrow, draw the bow, scatter and aim—"

"Ready--shoot-!"

If the slings are the weapons of the poor, then the bow is the cutting-edge article of the rich and handsome. Something like a bow, whether it is range, accuracy, or lethality to people, is much stronger than a sling.

And the soldiers of Brittany, although there are not many, always have an opportunity to shoot arrows every year, perhaps in the hunt of the Duke, or sneaking out to poach. In short, although most of the arrows shot are crooked and weak, the lethality is indeed there.

Unfortunately, the enemy's preparations were clearly much more adequate.

"Lying down—"

I don't understand it, but that's what the enemy meant.

The enemy had 300 slingers, and in front of each slinger was a wooden wall of one meter in length and width.

It's not an adjective, it's a realistic wooden wall made of several pieces of wood and tied together with hemp rope.

Semi-finished products that are completely shoddy.

But it was enough to defend against Saint-Malo, which was neither dense, nor powerful, nor accurate.

Why?

Seeing a hundred precious iron arrows being wasted, the enemy stood up from the ground and was still talking and laughing, and even a few sluts pulled out the iron arrows that hit the wooden wall, and flicked the wooden arrows and put the iron arrows in their pockets......

Falk felt like his heart was about to break.

Why are the enemies all such good opponents, and all the people you encounter are pig teammates?

Fock swore that as long as he had a cavalry in his hands...... No, cavalry is not needed, as long as there is a trained light infantry, with their own chest and strategy, not to mention fighting off the enemy, but at least they will not be as arrogant as they are now.

At the same time, another question in Falk's mind is getting thicker and thicker.

Why is the enemy so lazy.

The walls of Saint-Malo are only a mud wall, only three meters high, and even without any siege props, it is too simple to attack directly.

Moreover, through the previous rounds of temptation, the enemy should also see that the quality of the defenders of Saint-Malo was extremely inferior...... It is really worrying, if the enemy rushes forward, I am afraid that without a few casualties, Saint-Malo will have to open the city and surrender.

…… In fact, Magnus himself was hesitating.

The defenders of Saint-Malo were so unbearable, it was indeed something he had not expected.

However, in the end, he chose to stick with the original plan.

While the capture of Saint-Malo did have many advantages - for example, it would boost morale, strengthen the soldiers' confidence in victory, or gain an advantage in the face of the Duke of Brittany's next attack; He could even grab a sum of money and shut up Odega, who had been talking in his ear about the loser......

But in the end, Magnus chose to give up.

Because he was afraid that the Duke of Brittany was a decisive man.

If only the siege is not attacked, Saint-Malo is the first important town of Brittany, and no lord will tolerate such a loss, and the Duke of Brittany will definitely send troops to save him; But if it is captured, there are only two possibilities.

First, the Duke of Brittany was mad and directly ordered troops to kill; Second, the Duke of Brittany was not in a hurry, so he hid in the Fort of Nantes to recruit soldiers, and when the army was fully assembled, he crushed Magnus into slag with a thunderous force.

Half for half chance, Magnus didn't want to gamble with his life.

Therefore, for the time being, let it be, resist the temptation, and only then can you do a great job.

Magnus thought so, and then waved his hand: "Collect the troops." ”

"But, Your Royal Highness ...... Prince"

"Listen to me, Odega, trust me."

As mentioned earlier, Odegar is only good at marching and fighting, so Saint-Malo, a city that can be called undefended, is like a peerless beauty stripped naked and dancing, and there is no greater temptation for Odega.

But since His Royal Highness the Prince had already said so, Odega could only shut up and endure it.

"Let the lads all come back! Tell them we're drinking wine tonight! Eat a big meal! Let them collect the scrap at the gates of the city, whatever they get today, it's theirs! ”

As a result, the enthusiasm of the mercenaries immediately soared.