"The Teutonic knights hold your posts." Iv looked at the Slavs who rushed through the trench and lifted the wooden ladder against the wall with the crossbow bolts above his head, and he immediately gave orders to the Teutonic knights.

"Whoa." The Teutonic knights clenched their swords and shields, their chain mail rattling like running water, their white robes towering over the walls, like rocks on the shore, waiting for the test of the most violent storm.

"Kill~~~." The Slavs, who leaned the wooden ladder against the wall, put their shields over their heads, and climbed up the ladder with their free hands, and their mouths uttered a roar of fighting and their voices to the Teutonic knights who invaded their land and homeland.

"Whoosh, poof~~~." However, on both sides of the drum wall, the crossbowmen of the new army shot crossbow arrows from the side, and the crossbow arrows shuttled back and forth like weaving, shooting the defenseless Slavs on both sides of the body, and the popping sound of the crossbow arrows into the flesh continued to sound, and the Slavs who were climbing on the wooden ladder fell from the wooden ladder like falling stones, but the clan leader grabbed each of the soldiers around him, pushed them down the wooden ladder, and forced them to continue climbing and fighting.

"Ping~~~." Yves stood at the head of the wall in full armor, his half-tower-like figure was majestic, when a Slavic soldier just poked his head out, Yves raised his left foot and kicked him in the face, and even kicked the Slavic soldier who finally climbed up and flew out, and only a fierce and powerful knight like him has this ability, and there are veterans on the battlefield among the Slavs, because there are often private battles between Slavic tribes, so they are no strangers to how to attack fortresses and villages, As soon as they climbed the wall, they did not see if there was anyone in front of them, and immediately swung their weapons and stabbed them, while the Teutonic knights guarding the wall were caught off guard and stabbed several times. However, the rudimentary spears could not pierce their armor, and the Teutonic knights who reacted hurriedly blocked them with their shields and clenched their swords to stab back.

The sound of the clashing of human voices and weapons mingled with the sound of the waves, and Yves spotted a Slavic warrior who had just climbed the top of the wall and was about to jump into the wall. Slashing with his prosthetic limbs equipped with sharp swords, this kind of sword carefully crafted by the master smith of the Mecklenburg smelting base with cold forging method, effortlessly cut off the right shoulder of the Slavic warrior, Bai Sensen's collarbone was exposed in front of everyone, blood flowed to the wall, and the Slavic warrior's eyes widened, looking at the knight in front of him like an iron tower.

"Hmph." Yve's face did not change and he was pushed down by the Slavic warrior who was split in two and his body took on a strange posture. The lifeless corpse fell from above like rag dolls, smashing on the other Slavs clustered under the wooden ladder below, his colorful entrails and hot intestines sprinkled on everyone's bodies, and some people with poor mental health immediately bent over and vomited, and the smell of feces, urine and internal organs permeated the battlefield.

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him." The tribal leader roared loudly in anger as he looked at his brutally killed men, and he looked at the Teutonic knights who were proud of the city walls. At the same time, a sense of fear also surfaced in his heart, and it was not only Eve's warlike that he was so good at fighting. The white warriors with terrible swords in their hands were like gods, and as long as the place they guarded was basically difficult to break through, even if they broke through, the corpses of the Slavic warriors would soon be thrown off the wall.

"Kill~~~." Yves held the sword in one hand and the prosthetic sword in the other, and his furious roar resounded over the wooden walls. The chain mail and bulky helmet of the bottle did not hinder his movements, and the blood of the enemy bloomed like a blooming flower on the white smock, and the mad and furious way of fighting would have made the bravest Slavic warriors retreat.

"Oh, follow Lady Yve." Led by Yves' brave battle, the Teutonic knights, who faced such a large-scale war for the first time, also let go of their hands and feet. They used their swords and maces to strike hard at the enemies who climbed up the wall, and the crossbowmen of the new army also put down their crossbows and pulled out the military pickaxes equipped at their waists to join the battle, this military pickaxe was like a hammer at one end, sharp and sharp at the other end, not only light and easy to use, but also an essential weapon for armor piercing.

Although the Slavs were numerous, the terrain and the fortress made it impossible for them to give full play to the advantage of numbers, in fact, in this era, to conquer a fortress built on dangerous terrain, it took great patience and manpower and material resources, and the fortress often depended on the morale and determination of the attackers and defenders, but now the fortress was defended by a group of people who claimed to be Teutonic knights, and their will was stronger than steel.

Time passed little by little, when the sun began to sink in the west, the Slavs finally reluctantly sounded the horn of retreat, after paying for the lives of a hundred people, they did not even conquer part of the city wall, this fortress built of wood and earth and stone was so difficult to overcome, Kang Tuoyi looked at the poor appearance of his vanguard troops, his brows couldn't help but twist into a ball, the location of the Teutonic knights to build this fortress is also very precise, located in the gentle slope of the cliff, There was only one narrow road that could lead to Guò, and the superior forces of the Slavs could not be deployed, and the only way to attack the city was to attack with a wave of hundreds of men at a time, but in this case, Kang Tuoyi would have to pay the price of heavy losses in his troops.

"Kang Tuoyi, let's lead a few more troops to attack, we can definitely fight it before dark, and they will also be tired." The clan leaders who surrounded Kang Tuoyi and supported him said one after another.

"The warriors are too tired today, these Germans built the fortress on the cliff, which means that there is no way to escape, there is no need to attack in a hurry, wait for the warriors to rest, and it is not too late to attack tomorrow." Kang Tuoyi looked at the retreating soldiers in twos and threes, and knew that the setback of the attack was a great blow to the morale of the soldiers, and if the soldiers were forcibly ordered to continue attacking, not only would it not work, but would also cause disgust and commotion among the soldiers.

Looking at the Slavs who were receding like a tide, the Teutonic knights on the fortress let out a shout of victory, they raised their swords and flags in their hands, waved them on the city walls, and looked at the dancing black cross flag, the Slavs bowed their heads gloomily and returned. The clan leader was shot through a crossbow bolt when his thigh was not covered by leather armor during the attack, and he fell down the wooden ladder, but fortunately the Slavs below reached out to catch him, otherwise he would have been the first Slavic leader to fall and die by accident since the beginning of the war, and now he was also carried away by his own guards away from the bloody wall.

"Thank the Lord for the victory he has given us." Yves stuck the sword in his left hand to the side and stretched out his hand to make a cross in front of him. Then he took out a small silver cross pendant around his neck and kissed it, which had been given to him by his wife, Miss Josephine.

"Don't get complacent, this is just the beginning." Harold sat on the corpse of a Slavic warrior who died on the city wall, looking at the corpses of the enemy in front of him, his heart was full of joy, this is the life that a man should really live, to fight happily, to let his sword be stained with the blood and brains of the enemy, as a noble warrior should die on the battlefield under the guidance of the Lord. And not on the sad sickbed.

When night fell, thousands of Slavs lit bonfires on the periphery of the fortress on the coast, like stars in the sky, and the miscellaneous servants who served the Teutonic Knights in the fortress were terrified, but the Teutonic knights sat on the walls and wiped their swords, and some people went to help the crossbowmen of the new army to throw the corpses of the enemies on the walls from the side of the cliff near the cliffs, not because they were particularly cruel, but because Arold stipulated it when he drew up the training code. During the castle defense battle, even the corpses of one's own people should be buried deep for disposal. To avoid a plague, the castle was left to breach, and the corpses of the enemy were either abandoned far away or had to be burned.

Although it was a laborious and arduous task to carry corpses, the military rules established by Arold were familiar to everyone who joined the military system of Mecklenburg, and the rigid character of the Germanic people made them scrupulously follow them. For to flout the military discipline established by the lord would be extremely dangerous and disrespectful in the eyes of the Germanic peoples.

"Ahh After helping several New Army crossbowmen and handymen bury the bodies of their dead comrades, Harold sat down by the campfire covered in mud, which was even colder on the seashore in the night wind, but every Mecklenburg soldier was equipped with a woolen blanket as standard, which was criticized by Mecklenburg's interior officials. It was considered an unwarranted increase in Mecklenburg's financial burden, but Arold still forced the distribution of orders, so that in this cold and windy time, the soldiers could be wrapped in warm woolen blankets without worrying about the sickness caused by the cold.

"Good job today." Sitting next to Harold was Eve, who was not in a tent in the open space of the fort, but by the campfire with the other Teutonic knights.

"Hmm, Your Excellency the Flag Bearer." Seeing his boss sitting beside him, Harold quickly stood up, but after a day of fighting and digging, his body was a little tired and his movements became sluggish.

"Sit down, it's time to rest." Yves took the same wooden bowl as the soldier and drank the thick chicken soup inside, warming his body a lot in the cold wind.

"Yes." Harold sat down at Yves' behest, and picked up his bowl and drank the soup with some trepidation, but he was still proud to be affirmed, and the reputation of the devil Eve's in training was not far away.

"Judging by the way you fight, you should also be a child of a family, right?" Yves looked at the young-faced noble kid in front of him and asked him.

"Yes, but my family is only a gentry in the country, and does not have much land and estate, and cannot be compared with you, Lord Earl." Harold said with some embarrassment, the Yves in front of him was not only Arold's brother, but also had the title of Count of Lautz.

"Ha, Arrod and I were also born country gentry, and I remember the first time I went to Fort Mason, no one looked at us hillbillies at all, but think about it, there are now two counts in the Wendell family, and this is all thanks to my clever brother." I don't know why Yves and Harold are very close to each other, and they can't help but say a lot more.

And Harold was also very interested in Arold's career, and couldn't help but ask Yve, listening to Yve's talk about Arold's development process, Harold's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he couldn't help comparing himself with Arold, they were both born in a squire family, and they were both second sons who had no inheritance, but Arold had made a career, which was simply an excellent example for Harold.

"God, bless me." Late at night, Harold lay on a woolen blanket and prayed as he looked at the starry sky overhead. (To be continued......)