All kinds of flags fluttered in the breeze, among which the flag with golden irises stood out and fluttered on the top of everyone.

Charles II's army was lined up, and the army of 80,000 people, even if it was divided into several fronts, stretched for more than ten kilometers, which had long exceeded the line of sight.

Because of the dominance of the elite soldiers of 7,000 men, Allen was placed on the left flank by the jealous Charles II (as Alan said). In the middle were the troops of Charles II and the Duke of Bashir, and on the right flank were the troops of the Duke of Lawrence and the Duke of Manuel.

Alan roughly counted that there were 15,000 people in total for Allen himself and his vassals. Charles II and the Duke of Bashir were about forty-thousand, and the right-wing Duke Lawrence and the Duke of Manuel combined were about twenty-five thousand. That's what they call 80,000 people.

In fact, half of them are conscripted peasants and soldiers, and the scum with a combat strength of five has no other role at all except waving the flag and shouting.

Alan took him Guy and his guards to find a small slope, stood on the small slope, took out the made binoculars, and quietly looked at the army of the Duke of Lorraine on the opposite side.

After going back and forth a few times, Alan put down the binoculars and said to Guy who looked envious next to him: "Guy, I'll get you another pair when I go back, this time it's too rushed, and it's the first time I've done it, so it's just like this, I can only wronged you."

Guy smiled and said, "Thank you Lord Duke for the human mercy." In his heart, he despised Allen's stinginess. "How's it going?"

"It's still like that, nothing special, a rabble." Alan pointed to the Duke of Lorraine's army and said, "We don't need to do anything at all, you see that the other party's elites are all put at the end, and it is clear that they are going to escape." I see, I don't even need to attack, two rounds of arrow rain are gone. ”

Guy looked at the dense army on the opposite side, and then expressed with a confused look that he couldn't see at all. However, the stingy Alan directly ignored this pitiful look.

Sure enough, the horn of the attack sounded. The young and impulsive Duke Manuel couldn't control it at first, and led his two thousand heavy cavalry to the sound of horns and rushed straight towards the Duke of Lorraine's army.

The powerful impact brought the sound of broken tendons, but the heavy cavalry faced not the flickering spearhead, but a group of peasant soldiers with sticks of grass.

The Duke of Lorraine fled with a large army as soon as the Duke of Manuel and the heavy cavalry charged.

Charles II smiled confidently and said, "Hehe, it's really vulnerable." The whole army marches! Target Lower Lorraine!"

By the time Charles II's army followed the Duke of Lorraine's army to the city of Lower Lorraine, the Duke of Lorraine was already standing at the head of the city, waiting for Charles II to attack the city.

Charles II also did not talk nonsense, took out the trebuchet that had been prepared long ago and began to assemble.

In a few moments, a full twenty trebuchets were assembled, and then, at the command of Charles II, the stones were thrown.

Dozens of kilograms of large stones, like meteors falling, smashed the walls of Lower Lorraine. However, in the face of the walls several meters thick, it was still a little powerless. Although there were holes in the holes, the city wall did not seem to be shaken at all.

Charles II did not expect these crude trebuchets to crush the enemy to death, or to smash down the walls. For such a weapon with extremely poor accuracy, it also depends on extraordinary luck to be hit. Usually, one or two of the dozens of rounds can hit people, even if the accuracy is high.

However, this is not to say that trebuchets are useless. Once a person is smashed, the moment of misery is unimaginable, the person who was alive and kicking a moment ago, the next one directly becomes a puddle of meat sauce, even if it is rubbed, it is the end of breaking arms and legs. Coupled with the ghostly sound of boulders whizzing through the air, and the sense of uncertainty about not knowing when it will be their turn, this fear can drive people crazy alive. It can be said to be a weapon to break morale. At the same time, if it is coated with fire oil and used as an incendiary bomb, it can also be used to light some fire in the castle to increase the burden on the defenders.

Just, Duke of Lorraine, was a middle-aged man in his fifties, and at the moment he was nervously preparing for Charles II's attack on the city walls with his men.

In the previous war with Charles II, he simply left behind more than a thousand conscripted peasant soldiers as substitutes for the dead ghosts, and ran back to Lower Lorraine by himself. Although King Paul ordered him to intercept Charles II's army, a fool would be able to see it in such a simple way of driving away the wolf.

The Duchy of Lorraine was the largest duke in the Moslian Empire, and as such was divided into two parts, Upper Lorraine and Lower Lorraine. King Paul has tried every means to weaken the strength of the major nobles in the country over the years, and several big nobles have been planted in the hands of King Paul, so the Duke of Lorraine naturally does not want to be the next one.

Justter received news that Charles II's army was claimed to be 150,000 to the outside world, and there were at least 80,000 or 90,000 after investigation. Let yourself be sent to death? Justter sneered inwardly.

However, at this time, there is not so much time to think about these things, as long as the high walls of Lower Lorraine City are used to block it for so many days, and wait for King Paul's army to arrive, then this is not only to preserve the strength, but also to complete King Paul's task. Even in the presence of King Paul, he couldn't say anything. Thinking of this, Justter couldn't help but silently praise his wit.

However, the most crucial part of this plan to get the best of both worlds is that the city of Lower Lorraine can indeed stop Charles II.

The sun was already in the middle of the sky, and the slings had been pounding for half a morning. The walls of Lower Lorraine were already full of potholes, and there were no people to be seen on the city's head, either hiding or being smashed. Several thick pillars of smoke slowly rose from the city, apparently on fire.

Charles II looked at the sky, felt that it was almost over, waved his hand, and ordered: "Start attacking!"

Two long trumpets sounded, signaling the beginning of the siege.

Alan and his vassals gathered at the west gate, with Charles II and the Duke of Manuel attacking the south gate, and the Duke of Lawrence and the Duke of Bashir attacking the east gate.

After receiving the news from Charles II, Alan said to the Count of Lyon behind him: "Lyon, attack."

Since Baron Lyon saw Allen's majestic and mighty army, he has completely surrendered to Allen, even if he has any careful thoughts, it is in the deepest part of his heart.

After hearing Allen's order, he decisively began to attack the city.

A thousand conscripted serfs rushed to the city wall with ladders on their backs, followed by five hundred heavily armed soldiers. Of course, this was not the time to hold a four-meter-long spear, which was armed with a one-handed axe and a makeshift round shield made of wood.

The role of recruiting serfs is just like what I said before, it is simply a tool to attract firepower, remove obstacles, and transport ladders, and no one cares whether they live or die. The important thing is that the 500 heavily armed soldiers who followed them were the main force in the siege.

There is no such thing as a moat in Lower Lorraine. Some simply dug trenches and spiked stakes in the trenches were used to prevent enemy attacks.

The first batch of conscripted serfs braved the heavy rain of arrows and rushed desperately to the front of the trench, first the person who carried the ladder and set up the ladder on the ditch that had been carrying the ladder behind him, and then it was the turn of the person carrying the plank to put the plank on the ladder piece by piece. By the time the ladder was erected, there were a few more passages through the trench.

The serfs behind them then stepped on these passages, transporting the ladder all the way to the city walls. At this point, the task is completed, and then it will be handed over to the five hundred heavily armed soldiers waiting for the city wall.

However, it is easy to say, but it is not the same when it comes to implementation. The archers in the city are condescending, and there is the cover of the battlements, so that the archers covering the city do little damage to them, and they can also shoot the serfs who carry the ladder on their backs, which makes a ladder to be transported under the city wall, and more than a dozen people must die.

Although Sir Lorraine did not have many soldiers, and he had to be defended on all sides, the fire obstacles encountered by Allen were not very strong, but this was enough for Allen to eat a pot, although more than 300 people died just by building an escalator through the trench, and by the time the serfs reached the city with the ladder on their backs, half of the serfs of a thousand people would have been reimbursed. This is still due to the effect of the five hundred heavily armed Mao soldiers behind him to play the role of the warlord, otherwise those serfs would have scattered and fled in all directions.

The ladder barely reached the city wall, but it was only the first step in a long march. The soldiers on the walls were replaced this time with rolling stones and gold juice. Although the lethality of a dozen kilograms of stones is not as good as that of dozens of kilograms, it is enough to deal with the heavily armed soldiers who are climbing on the ladder. The mass itself is not light, plus the bonus of gravitational acceleration, thrown down from the city, if it is not blocked with a shield, it is directly a broken tendon, even if it is blocked with a shield, because it is a one-handed shield, a bad one will be smashed down from the ladder, if it falls from the cloud ladder more than ten meters high, it will be even more miserable, if you are lucky, you will fall to death, and if you are unlucky, you will end up with a broken leg, and you can't run away, and wait for the next one to be smashed down and crushed to death.

As for the gold juice, it is even more powerful, it is boiling dung water, it can bubble up instantly when poured on a person's body, and at the same time it can also infect the wound, even if it is lucky not to die, and then the wound is infected, it is still a dead word, who teaches this era that the medical technology is not high.

Alan looked at this tragic battlefield, those poor serfs were wearing the usual linen clothes, without any armor, once they were shot by bows and arrows, they went directly into the flesh, and the only thing they could do was to fall to the ground in pain and wail. Occasionally, a frightened serf tried to escape and come back, but was stabbed back one by one by the heavily armed soldiers who followed behind.

The pressure of death drove the serfs insane, and the only thing they could do was to scream like madness and rush to the walls, praying loudly for the protection of the Light.

When it came time to siege the city, the heavily armed soldiers could not escape the slaughter of the war, even if they were protected by armor and shields, but this was just a little foil to enhance their courage. Whether it is the spears of the soldiers at the head of the city, or the stones, bows and arrows flying in the air, and the golden water, they are the embodiment of the demons of hell, devouring every life.