"Quack~~~." At dawn, the cry of a baby pierced the sky over Mecklenburg, and the soldiers who had been fighting in the alleys of the town unconsciously stopped, and the loud voice of the baby came from the main tower like the sound of war drums.

"Gods above, this kid is not ordinary." The Grand Chief of Pomerania was on his horse, and he could not help but say at the sound of the baby's loud cry.

"It was Arold's children who were born, and we should go and catch them." The Pomeranian nobles, however, thought that if they captured the princess and Arold's child, they would receive more ransom.

"The Great Chief should leave the merchants in the town alone, and conquer the inner city first." The aristocrats built yì roads one after another.

"Woo~~." The Grand Chief of Pomerania reached out and stroked the tip of the scepter, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed.

"I'm sorry Great Chief, but we went to search the homes of the guild leaders, but they weren't there." There were also traitors in Mecklenburg who tried to defect to the Pomeranians for a bounty, but they did not know that the guild leaders were hiding in warehouses and all of them returned empty-handed.

"Useless waste, well, shrink your forces and bring the ladder in, and we'll start attacking the inner city walls early in the morning." The Grand Chief of Pomerania said dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, it should have been so." Of course, the nobles did not have any opinion on this, and they had long been in a hurry.

The morning sun soon rose, and the Pomeranians flocked to the city with wooden ladders, and the inner walls of Mecklenburg were cut out of solid rock, and the castle was not built by Arrod, but was the legacy of the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg, and even Arold suffered a lot when he attacked.

"Quick, put the wooden ladder up there. Hurry up and move over the wood, you slackers. "The Pomeranian nobles were like chickens, and they personally put on their armor and went to the front line to urge the soldiers to attack the city.

"Whoosh~~~." The arrows from the tower were sparsely shot at the Pomeranians. This could not stop the attack of the Pomeranians, but the Pomeranians did not want to conquer the walls at once. Because the inner city is smaller than the outer city, the distance between its walls is not long, and as long as a small number of soldiers can defend a section of the wall, there is really a posture that is not open for a man.

"Ping~~~." A monk of the Order of St. John wielded a spear hammer that struck the head of the Pomeranian soldier who had just poked his head out, causing blood to burst from the soldier's helmet and then falling from the wooden ladder.

The Friars of St. John not only sent the knights of the church to help Mecklenburg, but also sent the knights with a hundred monks to help defend the inner city. The monks were well nourished, and their strong arms held a spear hammer, a weapon that combined a spear and a war hammer, and the monks swore not to kill their enemies with sharp blades, but the spear hammer was not a sharp blade, but it was usually just a broken bone that struck the enemy, so it did not violate the precepts.

"All of them ~~~." At this time, the gates were also under constant bombardment by the Pomeranians, and a group of church knights waited at the gatehouse of the castle, which had a narrow passage through which the only way to enter the city was to guò, although on weekdays people would complain that it was inconvenient. But at this point everyone wants this passage to be as narrow as possible.

"Pray, brothers." The head of the ecclesiastical knight made the sound of urns from his barreled iron helmet, he wore a chain mail and a smock embroidered with a cross, and leather gloves on his hand holding the hilt of his sword. I saw him kneeling down on one knee and sticking his sword in the shape of a cross into the ground.

"Our Lady bless ~~~." The knights behind them did the same, bowing their heads to the sword stuck in front of them, muttering prayers, completely ignoring the sound of the crumbling iron gate being knocked on the wood, as if there was only communication between heaven and earth between them and the Holy Spirit.

"Boom~~~~." With a loud bang, the iron gates of the inner city collapsed, and the Pomeranians outside the castle let out a cry of victory.

"Brush." The Religious Knights looked up at the enemies on the other side of the passage through the cross-peephole of the barrel helmet, and they stood shoulder to shoulder without saying a word.

"Kill for the sake of faith~~~~." The knight at the head swept the sword in his hand. He moved his pace slowly, then trotted up. The Pomeranians, who had poured in from the other end of the passage, also rushed over with a shout.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong ~~~." Immediately after that, the two men collided in the narrow corridors, and the knights were elites who had received military training since childhood. Coupled with the heavy chain mail on their bodies, they surpassed the Pomeranians in cloth and leather armor in weight, not to mention the fact that the knights were so strong that they knocked their opponents to the ground without much effort, and when they knocked them to the ground, the long sword then pierced the enemy's chest and killed them.

"Ah, the bastard in front of you is attacking, don't crowd here." The Pomeranian nobleman who was overseeing the battle in front of him, along with his guards, was sandwiched between them like sandwich bread, and no one paid attention to his noble status, and the crowded and smelly levies squeezed the nobleman's helmet crookedly, and he tried to reach out a hand but it did nothing to solve the current predicament.

"Puff~~~." Just as the Pomeranians were blocked by the knights, many small holes were cut in the walls on the left and right, and spear tips protruded from the small holes, and these spear tips effortlessly beckoned the Pomeranians huddled together in the tunnel, and almost every thorn could take the life of a person.

"It's a trap, get out of the fuck." The Pomeranian nobleman, who sensed that something was wrong, hurriedly shouted, but he was in a dilemma and could not control the situation at all.

"Why have you not defeated the enemy after rushing for so long?" The Grand Chief of Pomerania looked at the soldiers crowded at the city gate and muttered to himself in confusion, he also knew that although his soldiers were numerous, they were relatively low, and they were all half-peasants and half-soldiers, not comparable to the knights who had been trained in military affairs since childhood.

"Great Chief, are you looking for me?" Master Alger limped over, and although he and his men had completed the task of opening the gates of the outer city, they had also suffered losses themselves, not only had several good men killed and wounded, but his own legs were also shot by crossbow arrows, and his legs became more and more uncomfortable in the walk.

"Alger, I will keep in mind the loyalty of you and your men, now help me find a way to defeat these Mecklenburgers, and I will give you and your people the most fertile land." The Grand Chief of Pomerania narrowed his eyes and promised Lord Alger.

"Oh?" Old Man Alger raised his eyelids and looked at the Grand Chief of Pomerania, he thought to himself that the reward promised by the Great Chief last time was not in place, he could be said to have been deceived by the Grand Chief, but for the sake of the people living in Pomerania, he was also helpless.

"How?" The Grand Chief of Pomerania asked urgingly.

"I have an idea." Old Man Alger rolled his eyes and said to the Great Chief.

"What's the idea?" The Grand Chief of Pomerania hurriedly leaned down from his mount and listened attentively to Lord Alger's advice, although he felt that Lord Alger and his people were alien and had been guarding against it, but it was undeniable that their abilities were indeed outstanding.

"In our steppes, we sometimes encounter cities that have not been captured for a long time, and then we tie up the captured enemy with their people, and then tear down the walls while our own soldiers are mixed in." Lord Alger said to the Grand Chief of Pomerania.

"What?" Listening to Lord Alger's words, the Grand Chief of Pomerania was taken aback, he did not expect that Lord Alger would give him such an idea.

"That's a good idea." However, his nobles thought it was a brilliant idea, and if the enemy killed the civilians, it would definitely be demoralized, but if the civilians were not killed, they could let the Pomeranian soldiers attack, which could be said to have pushed the enemy into a dilemma.

"Okay, just do what you say." (To be continued) R580