"Bell~~~Bell~~~~Bell~~~~~." The sound of alarm bells sounded over the town of Wismar, the women of the town screamed and fled to their homes, the men gathered in the square with spears and leather armor, the leaders and councillors of the Chamber of Commerce also put on armor and hung swords as officers, Arold ruled the town of Wismar on the basis of the son of the former head of the Chamber of Commerce, Heller, who meticulously carried out Arold's orders in order to repay Arold for avenging his father, and today the rebellion was ignited in Mecklenburgshire, The rebels have reached their doorstep, and he is armed with a sword not only for Arrod, but also to defend his homeland.

"Matthew, the mud-legged men are making a big noise, will the Count come to our aid?" A businessman asked Matthew in horror.

"Yes, Lord Count is a man of promise, not to mention that if Wismar is captured, the next one must be Mecklenburg Castle, Lord Count Arrod, who can defeat Kang Tuoyi, is not such a short-sighted person." Matthew wears a shiny leather armor, the leather is then intricately mixed, with a line to draw out a small square, the small square is filled with wool and other filling, both warm and tough, he wears a wide-brimmed domed iron helmet, followed by a group of caravan guards with swords at their waists, these guards usually serve as bodyguards for the caravans traveling from south to north, so the combat power is definitely worth affirming.

"But the Earl had all our horses taken away, so he was probably planning to run away on his own?" A member of the Chamber of Commerce grumbled that if Arold hadn't taken all the horses away, he would have ridden his horse and his family to hide in his house in another territorial town.

"Don't say it. The mud-legged men have sent messengers for negotiation, and we are all going to the wooden fence. Just then, a merchant ran over with a shout, shouting at the people here.

"What? So fast. "The people hurried to the wall of the town of Wisma, and they saw five or six hundred peasants in tattered clothes crowded the open space outside the city gate, and these mud-legged men with bare feet scratching lice were pointing at the wall, as if they had not come to fight, but to gather.

"Hey, the guys up there, listen. Our chief has something for me to tell you. "From the rebels with quirky and funny sheepskin flags at this time. Out came a large man with messy hair, who strode barefoot to a hundred paces from the city wall, and shouted at the merchants above him in a loud voice.

"Don't let the arrows go yet." Matthew raised his hand and asked the archers who were bending their bows in the turret to release their bowstrings. He wanted to hear what the peasants who had dared to rebel had to say.

"You weak merchants. Forget the wrath of the gods. To help the damned infidels, I, Big Nose Chad, am very angry, may the wrath of the gods be upon you. But for the sake of fellow Slavs, hand over all your possessions and women at once, and open the gates for the righteous big-nosed Chad to enter, and we will not punish you for your wrongdoings, or I will rape/rape your mothers, wives, daughters, and give birth to a bunch of dolls. The loud man crossed his hands on his hips and shouted at the rebel leader on the city wall, and the faces of the merchants and citizens on the city wall turned green.

"These damn mud legs." The merchants and townspeople gritted their teeth and cursed, and the peasants on the rebel side listened to the vulgar words, and instead laughed and laughed, and the sound of laughter wafted over the clearing.

"What's your reply?" After speaking, the big man wiped his mouth and face with his dirty and tattered sleeves before asking the merchants and citizens on the city wall.

"Tell him our reply." Matthew snorted from his nose before speaking to one of the guards next to him.

The guard nodded to Matthew, and handed the spear in his hand to his companion, but he himself stepped on the battlements of the city wall, and stood on the wall with his body, because of the sudden appearance, everyone present involuntarily looked at him, and he unhurriedly unbuttoned his pants, took out his huge job, and aimed at the rebels outside the city wall, and a tumultuous column of water soared outside the city wall, and suddenly the rebel camp let out an angry roar.

"That's our answer, hehe, hahaha." This time it was the turn of the merchants and citizens of Wismar to laugh strangely, wanting their possessions and women, and these mud-legged people really thought they could intimidate the merchants who traveled from north to south.

"Damn the guys, I'm going to fork the dung fork into their heads, stir it hard, and pull out their intestines." Feeling insulted, Big-Nosed Chad, waved at the town of Vismar and gave the rebel soldiers the order to attack.

"Oh woo~~~." The peasants, holding aloft their weapons and shields made of door panels, made threatening noises as they approached the city walls, and the sound of the footsteps of more than a hundred people stomping their feet demonstrated to the defenders like drums.

"Ready for battle, archers ready, put ~~~~~~." Matthew looked at the approaching rebels, he raised the sword in his hand, and gave the archers the order to shoot, under his order, the archers shot arrows from behind the arrow towers and wall battlements, they almost didn't have to aim, the arrows they shot flew towards the dense rebels, and they didn't enter the crowd with a terrible howl, and some of the people who were shot turned over and fell to the ground, but under the numerical advantage, the people who were shot disappeared like waves in the sea, so on the whole it seemed that the rebels still maintained a forward momentum.

"Shoot, shoot, and don't spare your arrows." Matthew hissed and shouted to the archers, who kept shooting their arrows, the bowstrings crumbling like the wings of a spring bee.

"The pikemen go to the gates, and the others guard the walls." The merchants and townspeople of the towns were armed, armed with weapons and armour, and guarded their posts under orders, and these townspeople, who had long been accustomed to co-operation in daily life, were more accustomed to orders than the chaotic and loose peasants, and could hardly hear anything but the footsteps of the ascendants, the metallic sound of their weapons and armor, and the occasional cough.

"You, where are you going, hey, it's not over there, it's here, damn stupid." On the other hand, the rebels under the city walls were in a mess, and the relatives and friends arranged by the big nose Chad acted as grassroots officers, and they pushed the soldiers around them indiscriminately and pulled them over, not only did not play an organizational role, but made the situation even more chaotic, but fortunately there were some strong peasants who lifted the planks so that those hiding under the planks would not be hit by arrows.

Bows and arrows could not stop the peasants' attack, and gradually the crowd got closer and closer to the city wall and the gate, if the rebels approached the gate, then they would definitely attack the weakest gate with a crash of wood, so the guards on the city wall began to attack the rebels under the city wall with boiling water and stones, and the peasants who were splashed by the boiling water howled and rolled in the crowd, and the blood of those who were hit in the head was splashed everywhere.

"Hmm, what is this? Blood, damn it. The peasant, who had been splashed with blood and brains, finally calmed down, and as the fever and adrenaline of the crowd began to decline, he looked around and began to squeeze backwards, perhaps in his opinion this move was inconspicuous in the crowd, but some people followed suit and retreated, and the attacking rebel crowd retreated like a tide on the coast.

"Hey, where are you going, come back, come back." The leader of the rebels looked at the peasants fleeing from him in astonishment, he did not know what was happening in front of him, and thought that he had met with stubborn resistance from the towns.

"What's going on?" The guards on the city wall also looked at each other, and they were also very puzzled, some of them still had stones in their hands and did not throw them down, while the peasants under the city wall had fled, and they had not yet begun to attack, and the rebels' attack was really uncomfortable for them.

The rebels who attacked like a tide retreated as quickly as a tide, everything seemed to be back to square one, the rebels confronted each other in the open space outside the city walls, the guards on the city walls stepped up to build fortifications, and half a day passed in silence, and when night fell, it was pitch black in the town of Visma, and even the torches lit in front of the houses on both sides of the street were canceled, and the most feared thing in the siege was fire.

On the other hand, outside the town of Visma, there were many bonfires lit like stars, and the peasants lit bonfires to chat and brag about their warmth, and the cold wind at night was unbearable, but their leader, Big Nose Chad, was furious, he wanted to find out who was the first to retreat, but in this rebel army gathered in several villages, he could only know his relatives and friends, and it was really difficult to find out, so he had to stop it, but he thought of a good way to drive the peasants to fight.

The next morning, when the sun had dispelled the cold and brought warmth back to the world, the peasants who had gradually risen from the campfire yawned and stretched, and those who could not get up, and were kicked by the leaders of the patrols, and it took them almost hours to form a loose formation, this time the formation of the attack was slightly different, but no one noticed.

"Attack~~~~." The rebel leader roared and ordered the peasants, under his order the peasants attacked slowly as they had done the day before, and the guards on the city walls also returned fire with arrows and stones, and gradually the rebel casualties were rising, and some of them wanted to repeat the previous day's behavior, and secretly squeezed through the front to the rear.

"Where are you going?" But when he reached the rear, he suddenly ran into the leader of the rebels and was blocked in his way.

"I, I want to pee." The stole said, pale.

"Die, coward." The leader of the rebels, Big Nose Chad, roared angrily, stabbed the deserter in the abdomen with a rusty sword in his hand, and then kicked the deserter to the ground, he raised the bloodstained sword and shouted to the others, "Keep attacking, this is the end of those who try to escape~~~~." ”

(To be continued......)

PS: Is it powerful today?