Although the Slavic archers did not necessarily hit the archers hiding in the turrets and the Swiss mercenaries behind the battlements of the walls made of planks of different heights, it was undeniable that the arrows and javelins distracted the archers and Swiss mercenaries who were defending the city, and had to dodge the stray arrows at any time and lose a good opportunity to shoot the attacking Slavs.

Arold himself held his sword Terminator standing on the city wall, his appearance made the soldiers full of confidence and steadfastness, the whirlwind cannon behind the wall was humming and roaring, and the bed crossbow in the arrow tower shot deadly long crossbow arrows, but the Slavs also had the confidence of victory, and the Slavic hoplites risked being pierced to cover the bloodshot leader of Upton, the leader of the Slavs who burned his life with every step of the way. Many of the Slavic light infantrymen were afraid to avoid approaching him as much as possible.

"Whoosh~~~." A bed crossbow bolt was fired at the leader of Upton, and he was very conspicuous with more than two dozen hoplites gathered around him, and quickly attracted the attention of the defenders on the arrow tower.

"Oh woo~~~~." The leader of Upton roared angrily, his muscles tightened and bulged, and he swung the sword in his hand violently, and actually bounced the long crossbow arrow that was shot at him, watching the long crossbow arrow that could easily take the life of an elite hoplite soldier being bounced away, and the surrounding Slavs couldn't help but cheer.

"Attack, attack, kill the infidels." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kang Tuoyi encouraged the Slavic soldiers to launch a fierce attack, and he wore a conical iron helmet on his head. He was wearing a delicate set of long chain mail with a ring of protective pads around his neck, which he had obtained from the Catholic knights he had killed, and his brother Momis had given him this set of chain mail as a gift, a rare piece of equipment that even Slavic chieftains rarely could wear, was worn by Kang Tuoyi against the hated Catholics.

"Hit the team." The light infantry looked at the goal-slamming team that rushed forward, six people hugging a thick wooden stake, and they consciously used their shields to defend on both sides of the goal-smashing team, and arrows were fired here one after another.

Arold's Gate to Fort Fury was a wooden drawbridge, though the moat had dried up. But the wooden drawbridge that was pulled up served to protect the inner city gates.

"Gotta knock down the wooden drawbridge." Kang Tuoyi looked at the suspension bridge that was pulled up by iron chains. Unable to help cursing Arrod's cunning in his heart, he immediately organized a Slavic death squad of a dozen people, these people were holding light pickaxes, and Kang Tuoyi asked them to venture close to the wooden drawbridge. Find a way to break the iron chains and make the wooden drawbridge fall. So that the goal-knocking team can attack the city gate smoothly.

"Waiting for our good news." Slavs with pickaxes dodge arrows in the middle of the crowd. From time to time, there are companions who are hit by arrows and stones, but they don't care about their own tasks, and they can be selected by Kang Tuoyi are heroic warriors.

"Fifty steps. Thirty steps, okay, almost there. A Slavic daredevil, with a pickaxe in his hand, licked his parched lips with his tongue, and his rapid running made his breath a little disordered, but he put down the crooked hat on his head with his pickaxe, and did not stop his steps, seeing that he could get close to the wooden drawbridge by crossing the moat, and by breaking the iron chains, the slammers could break through the gates of the damned infidels.

The Slavic daredevils stood at the edge of the trench, and carefully climbed down from the edge of the trench, although the action posture was not very beautiful, but the sharp stakes in the trench forced him to dodge with such unbearable movements, and the arrows from the overhead city wall flew to his side from time to time, the Slavic daredevils hurriedly leaned down to try to reduce their target, and when the target of the arrow attack turned elsewhere, he hurriedly and agilely climbed across the trench and then climbed to the ground, after a series of sharp movements, The Slavic daredevil, who had successfully crossed the death line, stood on the inside of the trench and watched his comrades outside dodging the arrows, breathing a sigh of relief, for his current position was at the corner between the city wall and the gate, so it turned out to be a dead end for shooting.

"Whew." The Slavic daredevils had a smile on their face, and he wiped the sweat from his face with his cuffs, his body was dirty and covered in mud, and his shoes were rattling, but now he took a step towards the drawbridge.

"Boom~~~." Suddenly the Slav daredevils felt that it was dark in front of them, their bodies were falling downward, and when he reacted, his body was in great pain, he lowered his head and saw a sharp piece of wood protruding from his chest, and there was a bloody internal organ hanging on the pointed head, the eyes of the Slavic daredevils widened, he never thought that in this blind corner next to the city gate drawbridge, there was actually a trap pit, which was full of sharp sharp stakes, and in his frustration, blood foam spurted from his mouth, and his arms hung down and his body was motionless.

"Abominable heretics." Kang Tuoyi obviously saw one of his daredevils approaching the wooden drawbridge, but just as the dawn of victory was approaching, the daredevils actually fell into the trap, which immediately dashed his hopes, and Kang Tuoyi cursed in anger.

However, this also ignited the anger of the Slavs, and the other daredevils continued to charge here, their idea was simple, the trap could only be used once, as long as the trap was stepped on once, it was equivalent to being abandoned and could no longer be used, and the successive daredevils finally found a place close to the wooden drawbridge without traps after paying the price of six deaths.

"We can't reach it." The remaining few daredevils said discouragedly as they looked at the iron chains shaking above their heads.

"Ride on my neck, and I'll send you up." One of the tall Slavic warriors said to the others, crouching down to let a Slavic daredevils ride around his neck, and then standing up just high enough for the two of them to reach.

"What are they doing?" Arold saw several Slavs approaching the wooden drawbridge from the city wall, but he knew where there were traps waiting for them, so he didn't care, but soon Arold realized that something was wrong, these Slavs were like chicken blood, and they pounced in that direction one after another, and more than a dozen traps could not stop them, which made Arold a little flustered, he hurriedly ran to the city gate and looked down at the city from above, which frightened him into a cold sweat.

I saw five Slavic warriors stacking Arhats, beating the iron chains with the pickaxes in their hands, fortunately this iron chain was made by Arold with the cold forging method, and the toughness exceeded what the Slavs had seen before, but the manual labor of people in this era was often done, and the chains creaked and creaked in the constant knocking and twisting with sharp pickaxes, and the chains were made of thick iron rings that were fastened to everything, and as long as the buckles were broken, the chains would fall from the middle, and the wooden suspension bridge would fall with a bang.

"Quick, the archers come here, shoot them." Arold hurriedly shouted at the archers, several archers came to his side, and Arold pointed to the Slavs below with an order.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~~." The archer stepped on the battlement with one foot, leaned forward in mid-air, and fired a few arrows downwards with his bow and arrows, but because of the angle, these arrows grazed the side of the Slavic daredevils and stuck them on the ground, which made Arold sweat profusely and at a loss, and at this moment he suddenly became angry.

"Bring asphalt oil." Arold reached out and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, but the chain mail was not suitable for wiping sweat, but it made him uncomfortable, and soon the soldier brought a pot full of thick and smelly asphalt, which was one of the few remaining pots left over from the last time he dealt with Robert, Arold had only used it as an incendiary agent, but today it seemed that it was time to let it play a huge role.

"Smack~~~~." The Slavs, who were trying to break the locks, heard something fall from above, the sound of pottery shattering, and with the sound something black and sticky splashed over them.

"What stinking of this thing, the damn heretics actually threw the shit down." The Slavs pinched their noses and did not know why, thinking that the poor infidels were trying to force them back with feces, and they couldn't help but curse the stupidity of the infidels.

"Whew~~~~." Suddenly, an arrow wrapped in oil-soaked linen that was burning in the front flew down from above the wall and stuck in the black sticky object, only to hear the flames erupt in all directions, and the flames spread along the sticky black substance, and the lower end of the drawbridge became a place where the flames raged.

"Ah, ah, ah~~~~." The Slavic daredevils began to try to extinguish the flames with their feet, but they soon found that this was not only futile, but also that the flames could not be shaken off as long as they were stuck to their bodies, and the screaming Slavs were desperately slapping the flames on their bodies, and the Slavs who were at the bottom of the bottom could not help but suffer severe pain, and rolled into the moat, where at least some mud and water could save their lives, and the Slav who was above was miserable, he grabbed his pickaxe, and the tip of the hoe hooked into the chain and could not be pulled out, His whole body was suspended in mid-air, and his hands were tightly gripping the pickaxe.

"Crackle~~~~." But what Arold didn't expect was that the moment the Slav who grabbed the pickaxe fell from the sky, the chain that held the drawbridge was broken, and one chain could not bear the weight of the heavy wooden drawbridge, and after shaking a few times, the wooden drawbridge fell down with a loud crackling sound and fell across the moat. (To be continued......)