When Kang Tuoyi and the Slavic nobles who were watching the battle saw one after another warriors jumping into the wooden wall, but behind the wooden wall seemed to be a terrible monster, the monster grew its mouth and swallowed up the heroic warriors who shouted Ulla, this strange situation made Kang Tuoyi's facial muscles twitch involuntarily, he knew very well that if there was no supernatural power to do the trouble, then these heroic warriors would be wiped out by the stronger troops inside.

"When will the troops of the Grand Chief of Pomerania come?" Kang Tuoyi lowered his voice and asked the Calvin chief, his army of 3,000 people who had gathered together from east to west had experienced the war between Bilisi and the mountain lords, and the result was not yet finished in Watergastburg, and he received the Germanic people suddenly built a fortress on the coast, which can be said to be a continuous battle, which was really reluctant for an army of a backward tribal feudal system, in order to boost the morale of the Slavic nobles, Kang Tuoyi even threw out the idea of the distribution of the spoils of war to the nobles themselves, But if they continue to fail, the patience of the nobles is very limited.

"I don't know, there's no news yet, I said long ago that the old fox is unreliable." The Calvin leader also frowned, as Kang Tuoyi's confidant and closest friend, the Calvin leader was very aware of Kang Tuoyi's concerns, if there was no foreign aid, they would likely become a tired army, and it was not uncommon for the demoralized army to disperse in a hurry.

"Command the nobility; They formed their own sons and nephews and guards into a small team, and went to attack the gates of the fortress with the bumper wood, and make sure to conquer this damn fortress today. Kang Tuoyi gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and said to Calvin Chief, this is already a desperate solution.

"Okay." Calvin leader looked at Kang Tuoyi's face, and he strode towards the camp. Twenty guards followed closely behind Calvin's leader.

The leader of Bradley looked left and right, there was no companion by his side, but as a Slavic nobleman, he did not mean to be timid, the leader of the Slavic nobles looked down at the short sword he had picked up in his hand, and the weapon he had most endured was still a battle axe. Facing the Teutonic knights who were gradually approaching, the corners of Bradley's mouth showed a smile full of care.

"Boom~~~." The Teutonic knights placed their shields in front of them, and the shields and swords made loud noises, and the knights who got along with each other all day and night worked together so well that as they advanced, it was like a wall of steel.

"Hmph, timid Germans, who of you dare to fight me alone." The leader of Bradley knew that he would have to die today, and he threw away the iron helmet on his head and removed the leather armor he was wearing. Revealing his shirtless upper body, he looked desperate, and the fierce momentum made the Teutonic knights move.

"Get out of the way, let me meet him." A majestic voice sounded from behind the Teutonic knights, and the flag bearer of the Teutonic Knights, Count Yve, squeezed from the back to the front, his tall figure attracted attention at all times, and he licked his thirsty lips as he looked at the eyes of such a tall knight Bradley leader.

"Are you going to duel me?" The Bradley leader pointed his dagger at Yves and asked, and it was clear that he could see that Yves was the leader of the knights. The Bradley Leader just wanted to kill a Germanic nobleman before he died, and that would be enough.

"I, the elder brother of the Count of Mecklenburg. The rightful ruler of the county of Lauzitz, the flag bearer of the Teutonic Knights. Earl Wendell accepts your challenge. Ifs took off his winged helmet, revealing his face and giving his name as a sign of respect for the Bradley chief, and they stood against each other on the curtain wall.

"Drink~~~." Bradley's leader clenched the short sword in his hand, and took advantage of the situation to pick up the round shield in the hand of a dead Slavic warrior on the ground, and he took a deep breath and stabbed the short sword in his hand at Yve. The direction of the stab was Yve's throat, but Yves was also a battle-hardened knight, and his body slightly dodged the blade of the Bradley leader's sword.

"Hmph." A sneer appeared at the corner of Yve's mouth, and at this time, the leader of Bradley only felt that there was something sharp in his abdomen, and he subconsciously lowered his head to see the tip of a sharp sword piercing his armor. It was Yves' right hand prosthesis, but Yves didn't kill him immediately.

"Is it a two-handed sword?" The leader of Bradley hurriedly took a few steps back, sweat on his forehead, the person who could use the two-handed sword must be a seasoned warrior, and he saw that Yves directly mounted the sword on his right arm, which would make the opponent even more unable to judge the direction of the blade.

"I'm not going to keep my hands any longer." Yves originally looked at the Slavic nobleman in front of him with a playful attitude, but at this moment Kang Tuoyi launched a second wave of attacks, watching the Slavs flock to Yve's cat-and-mouse mentality, he held his sword in his left hand, and the sword in his left hand and the prosthetic sword in his right hand formed a scissor cross shape, and the scissors formed by the sword cross were aimed at the Bradley leader.

"Rush, Warriors of Volgast, those who climb the city wall will be rewarded by Lord Kang Tuoyi." At the urging of the Slavic nobles, the Slavs, even exhausted, and under the urging of the nobles, had to step on the bodies of their dead companions who had died in front of them, and rushed to the fortress on the cliff with the attack of crossbows overhead, and the narrow roads forced them to crowd together, and the dreadnought casualties increased, but in the midst of this scattered rabble there was a lean team, carefully dodging the crossbows overhead, pushing a heavy wagon, If you look closely, you can see that inside the tattered clothes of the other light infantrymen, only the relatives and personal guards around the leader are exposed to the fine armor that only the chief's relatives and personal guards wear.

"Boys, be careful to dodge the crossbows on the walls, we're almost there, and they haven't found it yet." The Calvin leader cocked his beard and said to the elite warriors around him, beside him are either the sons and nephews of a certain clan leader or the noble-born guards around the chief, they eat the best food and enjoy the best treatment on weekdays, so they must move forward to complete the task at this critical moment, otherwise they will be executed as cowards even if they return alive.

"Why are we wearing stinking clothes?" The nephew of a tribal leader sniffled, and the sour smell of the peasants hit his nose, his brow furrowed, his mouth pursed, and he said to the Calvin leader in dissatisfaction.

"Hehe, don't complain, if you show off your shiny armor, then those crossbowmen on the wall will definitely entertain you with their crossbows." Calvin Chieftain said to these arrogant elite warriors, even leather armor is coated with olive oil and the like for maintenance, and it will certainly shine from a distance, and wearing well-maintained leather armor will also make the warrior look powerful, but sometimes it can also be the target of public criticism.

"We're not afraid." An elite soldier with a hard mouth said nonchalantly.

"Look at what's on the wall?" At this moment, the elite Slavic warriors in the crowd raised their heads and noticed something unusual, and at this time they were charging under the city wall, and the wooden ladder had been re-erected.

"It's a stake, that's, that's the head of the Bradley chief." Someone who knew the leader of Bradley immediately exclaimed, and sure enough, the head of the leader of Bradley was inserted in the sharp stake erected on the wooden wall, and there was still residual blood flowing from his severed neck, which made those elite warriors who thought highly of themselves gasp, but the leader of Bradley was a leader who was known as a brave warrior among the Slavs, but he did not expect to die in the hands of the Germans, and the elite warriors couldn't help but have a feeling of sadness for the rabbit and the fox.

"Chief Bradley." Calvin Chieftain also looked up at the head stuck in the pointed stake, and muttered a word, but as a commander he quickly came to his senses, urging the elite warriors to move on, and the direction they were heading was the gate of the Germanic thick fortress, a pack wagon stacked with sharp logs was pushed down the gate, and the elite warriors on the left and right of the wagon took off their camouflage and raised the round shields placed in the wagon.

"Whoosh~~~." The crossbowmen on the wooden walls spotted this unusual force, and their crossbows rained down on them, nailed to round shields and wagons, and the occasional shot of elite warriors was also held back by thick leather armor.

"Hey, hey, ping, ping~~~." The elite warriors led by Calvin's leader, each with their own strength, pushed the wagon and slammed it into the gate, the sharpened wood slammed the gate into a pingping bang, and the originally sturdy wooden door began to deform at the hinge.

"Quick, go and destroy the hinge." Calvin Chieftain immediately ordered several warriors to take out the hammer and wedge from the wagon, and they approached the wooden door under the cover of their companions, placed the iron wedge at the hinge, and then picked up the hammer and struck the gap, while the others continued to push the wagon back a few steps before slamming forward.

"Click, click~~~." There was a tooth-aching sound from the door, and the sturdy-looking wooden door crumbled to a crumbling face, and the eyes of Calvin's leader and the elite warriors showed excitement, as if victory had beckoned to them again.

"Boom~~~." With a few final blows, the wooden door finally slanted down, and the Calvin leader immediately drew his sword and swung it at the warriors to lead them in. (To be continued......) R1292