The Duke of Mason had his soldiers display the flags and shields captured by Sir Abel under the castle, and when these colorful shields appeared under the castle, the defenders of the castle stopped shooting, and many of them were able to recognize the coats of arms on these shields, which belonged to the knights of the Count of Berengaar, a vassal of the Duke of Saxony, and it was because of the knowledge of the coats of arms of these shields that caused an uproar among the soldiers of the castle guards, knowing that the banners of the nobles were a symbol of glory in this era, And the heraldic shield is also a glory that knights cannot give up at will, and can only be captured by the enemy when they are defeated, and now the banner of the Count of Berengar and the heraldic shield of his knights have unmistakably informed the people in the castle that their reinforcements, the Count of Berengal, have been defeated, and the Count of Berengal has the title of wolf-like cunning and warlike in the Duchy of Saxony, and now this former honor can only bring panic to the castle defenders.

"Go and get Lord Count Ulrichie." The knight commanding on the castle wall, seeing the banner of the Count of Berengar and some knightly heraldic shields that he was familiar with, he knew that those heraldic shields were real, and the defeat of the Count of Berengal meant that the enemy's reinforcements had also arrived, so how much advantage could his side have in guarding the castle?

"Yes, sir." An archer with a short bow and a thick linen shirt and trousers hurriedly ran towards the tower inside the castle, Göttingen Castle is a medium-sized fortress located on a hill, with four spires and arrowheads in four directions, and a small turret at the corner of the city wall, and some bakeries, textile shops and blacksmith shops are built against the walls of the castle, this medium-sized castle can accommodate a hundred commoners on weekdays, and these commoners serve the nobles in the tower in the center of the castle, because the castle space is limited, So the streets inside the castle were very narrow, and the wooden attics on both sides were tied together with linen ropes, and many civilian clothes were attached to the ropes.

"What's wrong?" When the archers ran into the tower at a rapid pace, the Count of Ullisi, dressed in his own chain mail, with his family's purple smock on the outside, knelt in the northeast corner of the tower hall, where a cross hung on the wall, and below the cross was a prayer table made of oak, the surface of the prayer platform was brown, and the thick wood was carved with fine sculptures of knights, angels, etc., the carpenter's workmanship was attentive, and the knight of the sculpture rode a war horse, and the war horse under his crotch spread its four hooves as if it was galloping wildly, Heavily armed knights with spears in hand seemed to be stabbing forward, while the angels above looked curiously down from the clouds.

Count Ullisi was kneeling in front of the prayer platform at this time, holding his elbows on the prayer platform with both hands, he was praying to the Lord of Heaven sincerely, and the hurried footsteps of the archers sounded in the hall of the tower, interrupting his inner peace, so Count Ulrichi frowned dissatisfiedly and asked loudly.

"Please go to the city wall and take a look, Lord Earl." The archer walked up to the Count of Ulrissi, and he spoke to the Count of Ulrisi with great anxiety.

"Duke Mason's henchmen are attacking and pulling?" Count Ulrisi's face changed dramatically, and he stood up with his hands unconsciously at his waist, but he forgot that while he prayed, his sword was given to his attendants for safekeeping.

"No, it was the Count of Berengar's banner that was captured by the Masons." The archer swallowed, feeling a thirst in his throat, and ran down the walls to the tower.

"Impossible." The Count of Ulrisi shook his head, he could not believe the news, he had been a vassal of the Duke of Saxony with the Count of Berengaard for decades, and no one was more cunning and warlike than the Count of Berengaard.

However, when the Count of Ullisi walked up to the city wall, he saw the banner of the Count of Berengar with his own eyes, and he unconsciously put his hand on his chest to draw a cross, and the scene in front of him really surprised him, in the middle of a pile of heraldic shields was the battle flag of the Count of Berengar, which was a naked threat to the Duke of Mason.

"Lord Earl, will Lord Duke of Saxony come to our rescue?" Seeing the presence of Count Ulrichi, the knights inquired of the count, while the other soldiers looked at them with their weapons in hand, their ears pricked up in the hope of receiving the earl's answer.

"Of course, Lord Duke's army will soon come to our rescue, so we'll hold out until the Duke arrives, and we won't let the damned Mason Jackal step into the castle." Count Ullisi didn't know when the Duke of Saxony would come to the rescue, but as a great nobleman with a fief, he knew that he had to remain calm at this time, otherwise these people might act against him in a panic.

"Great, Lord Duke of Saxony will be able to defeat these Masons." After listening to the words of the Count of Ullisi, the people settled down, and the most feared thing of the besieged people was the lack of reinforcements, and the granary built by the castle last spring, full of wheat and all kinds of food, was the main reason why the people had the courage to survive the siege.

"Knight, bring the tongs and pot up and boil the water inside, and then get a nail hammer and a crane's beak military hoe." Count Ullisi was a military aristocrat who was good at defense, and he methodically ordered his knights to fill the pot with boiling water, and when the enemy climbed up with a ladder, it would be scalding the skin of the light infantry in thin armor and the knights in chain mail.

And the most terrifying in siege warfare are the knights in heavy armor, these strong and full of fighting passion knights are the most feared opponents of the defenders, because ordinary swords and spears can not form an effective attack on them at all, so only the nail hammer and the crane's beak military hoe that can break through the armor helmet can deal with the knights.

"My monarch, it seems that the people in Göttingen Castle do not intend to surrender." The adjutant beside Duke Mason looked at the busy Saxons at the head of the city and said to his sovereign, Duke Mason.

"Go, send someone to ask." Duke Mason raised his eyes and pointed to the other side, the scheming Duke felt that he should find a way to weaken the enemy's will to defend the city, so he decided to persuade and persuade.

"Fight or surrender." A knight with a white banner in his hand, wearing chain mail and a helmet that could uncover his mask, rushed to the castle a few steps down, raised the white flag in his hand to indicate that he was a messenger of no malice, and then drove the war horse under his crotch to turn around, shouting loudly to the castle guards.

"Go eat shit, damn Mason Jackal." At this moment the Count of Ullisi, with his half-bald head peeking out of the city, held on to the battlements of the castle with both hands, and cursed loudly at the Mason messenger below the walls, and the knights and soldiers beside the Count of Ullisi let out mocking laughter.

"Drive it~~~." The knight glanced at Count Ulrisi above, turned the head of his horse under his crotch, and galloped in the direction from which he had come.

"Prepare to attack." Hearing the vulgar curses of the Count of Ullisi on the castle of Göttingen, the Duke of Mason's face was gloomy, and he was simply not taking himself seriously when he was insulted, and he decided that he must slaughter the Count of Ullisi with his own hands, and with the Duke's order, the sword-wielding sergeant in cloth inlaid iron armor and a large number of light infantry and cannon fodder with ladders rushed to the castle like dense ants.

"Up, up, don't back down." In the attacking troops, the knights wearing helmets decorated with colorful feathers or various sculptures, they wield the swords in their hands as the commanders of the grassroots, if there are soldiers who want to retreat, they will be beaten by the knights, or even pierced by a sword, under the high pressure of the knights, the soldiers can only climb the ladder and rush upward, and in the process of charging, from time to time someone falls from above like rain, the archers on both sides shoot desperately, and the arrows grazed people's ears like flying locusts.

The experienced sergeant inserted his sword into the scabbard, holding a shield over his head in one hand to block the arrows and stones on the wall, and with the other hand he held the ladder and climbed up the wall, and below him was his companion who had his butt on the buttocks, so he could only climb to the top and had no room to retreat, and from time to time he heard the screams of human beings, and he could only turn a deaf ear at this time, and silently prayed in his heart for the blessing of the Virgin, at this moment he suddenly felt that the shield he was holding was very hot, and a lot of boiling water flowed from the edge of the shield, The boiling water splashed on his body, and the inlaid iron pieces could not withstand the temperature of the boiling water, and the boiling water exposed to his clothes and penetrated his skin burned him so painfully that he lost his reason and threw off his shield and fell down the ladder under the severe pain.

The boiling water in the tongs poured down, causing a commotion in the attacking ranks, the scalded people rolled on the ground with their faces covered, and the unburned people retreated in amazement, taking advantage of this opportunity several ladders were pushed down by the defenders of Göttingen Castle, and the Mason soldiers who were still above jumped in mid-air with a scream, and as a result, broke their legs.

"Hu~~~." Duke Mason rode on his horse and watched the wounded soldiers support each other and retreat to the rear, they bowed their heads when they passed Duke Mason's side, but Duke Mason could feel the confusion in their eyes, pain and anger, Duke Mason stared at the rock-solid castle of Göttingen, the attack of his own soldiers was like a wave, although it was constantly beating, but it quickly became shattered and torn apart, he wanted to clench his teeth, his angry teeth itched, but he could only watch his doomed failure, In the face of this fortified castle, no stratagem seemed to work.