The Saxon knights were dazed by the whirlwind cannons, even the battle-hardened knights were human flesh after all, and some stones hit the ground where they were advancing, so that the knights' closest companions, the horses, were frightened, as if they had never been on the battlefield, and jumped and jumped to dismount the knights on their backs, and as a result, one of the knights' feet was still hanging on the stirrup, and was dragged to the ground by their close companions for a long distance.

"Rush." At this moment, the armed servants of the Wendell family, with red eyes and greedy eyes, waved their weapons in their hands, and rushed towards this small group of knights who were in chaos due to the attack of the whirlwind cannon.

"Lord." The adjutant of Earl Ulrich had seen many expressions on the face of such a lowly and dishonorless infantryman, fear, flattery, and inferiority, but for the first time he looked at himself and his knights as if he had seen a delicious meal, and in a panic the adjutant turned his horse's head and ran in the direction of the castle gates.

"Kill~~." The rest of the knights were not so lucky, armed servants surrounded the knights who had fallen off their horses, drove the horses with spears in their hands, and under the threat of the spears, the horsemen stood up and neighed in horror and ran, and in the process of running, they trampled on their master's feet in a panic, and the fallen knights were thrown to pieces.

"Fuck off you shitty guys." The knight struggled to get up from the ground, but his helmet was crooked as he fell, his vision hole ran to the side, and the darkness in front of him terrified him even more, and the knight waved his arm in an attempt to drive away the lowly farmers.

"This one is mine." But the knight's efforts seemed to the armed servants to be only a struggle before death, and they grabbed the knight by the legs and dragged him to the ground, and quarreled over the uneven distribution of the spoils, and when the knight tried to kick the two rude peasants away, one of the armed servants pulled out a thick, smooth wooden stick from his waist and struck it at the knight's helmet, and the knight was knocked unconscious by the violent blow.

"Oh God, ah~~~~." Another knight was struck by the armed servants with the rod of the spear, because the tip of the spear was really useless to the knight in chain mail, the armed servants first slammed the knight's body with the shaft of the pliable spear, and then a nimble man stepped forward and lifted the knight's helmet and inserted it through the gap with a sharp meat cutting knife, and when the knight who was stabbed in the throat was not yet dead, the armed servants rushed up and stripped him of his armor and clothes, and even those valuable items after the war of Zhilu Dao would be stripped by the nobles, But they still enjoy it, and maybe it's the greedy nature of human beings.

"Grachi~~~." Among the Saxon knights, there are also extremely brave and witty knights, two Saxon knights got rid of the entanglement of armed servants, they grabbed the reins of the war horses passing by, and tried several times before turning over on their horses, the armed servants around them were snatching the spoils of war at this time, and in negligence, the two Saxon knights actually broke through the armed servants of the Wendell family, they pulled out the short swords they were wearing, chanted slogans and sent out a Jedi counterattack, one end of the short sword was hinged to the chest, which could avoid being lost in the chaos of the battle.

"These idiots." Arold and Yves saw two Saxon knights pass through their defense line at the same time, riding their horses and rushing in the direction of the whirlwind cannon, even if they are not holding spears, the Saxon knights riding on the war horses ordinary miscellaneous servants are not opponents, and now the only ones who can deal with the Saxon knights are the only brothers, Arold and Yves, who are also knights, are not ambiguous, they walked to the whirlwind cannon, clenched the sword in their hands, stood side by side, their knees slightly bent, so that the center of gravity shifted downward, and the sword in their hands was plowshared.

"How are you going to fight?" Yves moved his steps, but his shoulders were very steady, although Ifu was a knight who liked to indulge in fun, but his martial arts were very solid.

"Strike low and kill the horse first." Arold gritted his teeth, shoot people first and shoot horses, the knight on the war horse is too dangerous, but is it possible to attack the war horse charging at high speed?

The two brothers talked to each other for a short time, and at this point, the two Saxon knights had already rushed towards them, looking at the approaching war horses, one of the two war horses was millet, and the other was brown, the war horses snorted, and the hooves stepped on the dirt to dig out small pits to bring out the soil, and the knights on the war horses were desperately knocking the horse's abdomen with the golden spurs on their heels, lest the speed of the war horse be not fast enough.

"Kill~~." Looking at the war horse that was getting closer and closer, Yves opened his arms and roared forward, his half-tower-like body, and his fierce face, even scared the knight's crotch of the war horse to stop running, the horse's head instinctively dodged to the side, even the urging of the knight on his back was useless, taking advantage of this opportunity, Yves clenched his two-handed sword with both hands, and cut it to the front hooves of the brown war horse, his strength was so great, the sword was so sharp, and the front hooves of the brown war horse were cut off in just one moment, and the war horse fell to the ground with a sad scream, The Saxon knight fell to the ground again, but when the knight struggled to get up, Yves swung his sword from below, and the blade cut off the knight's neck, and the blood began to trickle like a trickle, and then a large stream gushed out, and the knight raised his hand and touched the wound with his chainmail glove, and then hung his head and fell to the ground without moving.

On the other side, Arold skillfully dodged the short sword of the knight on the corn-colored warhorse, turned his body to the other side, and then held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, pressed the sword body with his right hand, and stabbed the horse's body with the tip of the sword.

"Surrender, or fight again?"

"Hmm." The knight raised his head, glanced at his slain companion, and then at Arold's sword, and had to let go of his right hand holding the short sword and raise both hands.

The surprise attack of the Saxon knights was a complete failure, because the Count of Ulrichi did not expect the catapult to turn 360 degrees, so he did not hold the lieutenant responsible for the defeat, but the loss of his knights cast a shadow over the defense of the castle.

"Fire, fire~~~~." On the night of the same day, the whirlwind cannon outside the castle suddenly threw a clay pot full of whale oil, and the mouth of the clay pot had a strip of linen that was lit, and the clay pot burst and the whale oil burned when it caught fire, and suddenly Göttingenburg became a sea of fire, forcing the Count of Ullisi to guard against the enemy's attack on the one hand, and to send people to put out the fire on the other, and the Duke of Mason and his knights who were outside the castle all night were like watching a farce, of course, the mood was particularly comfortable.

"Ser Arrod, I appreciate your weapons and methods of warfare, but we must take the castle, and that's the most important thing, I want a castle, not a ruin." Duke Mason called Arold and said to him.

"Yes, Lord Duke, my family and I will lead the soldiers to take Göttingenburg." Arold bowed to the Duke and said confidently to Duke Mason, as if taking a castle was as easy as taking an apple from his own pocket.

"Oh, when?" Duke Mason saw Arrod's confident look, but became curious, although Arold's whirlwind cannon and fire attack made Count Ullisi exhausted, but as a military nobleman who was good at defense, Count Ulrissi would definitely take strict precautions, and it would definitely be impossible to bargain for a night attack.

"Please be patient." Arold smiled and said mysteriously to Duke Mason.

At the same time, Count Ulrich did as Duke Mason said, even while fighting the fire, he also stood on the city wall and stared closely at the dark night sky, like a bonfire like a starry Duke Mason's camp, every Göttingenburg guard was nervous, they knew that the enemy would rush up at any time, but time passed little by little, and the fire in the castle was gradually controlled, and the defenders in the castle found that there was nothing abnormal in Duke Mason's camp, and even the whirlwind cannon gradually stopped from scattered attacks, The miscellaneous men operating the Whirlwind Cannon fell asleep next to the Whirlwind Cannon, and only a few armed servants were keeping sentry.

"It looks like the night is finally over." Count Ullisi said to his lieutenant wearily, his noble face was covered with smoke, his clothes were dirty, his voice was hoarse like parchment scraped on the frost, and his bright cloak was burned with fire, and he could not tell at all that he was a prince.

"Your Excellency, please go back and rest, as long as we stay on the walls, we will not be afraid of the enemy's tricks." The adjutant held on to his sword and assured the Count of Ulrisi that the defeat in the battle had cost him face, and that the adjutant was afraid of losing the Count's trust in him, and tried to restore his reputation.

"Don't let your guard down, don't underestimate your opponent." Count Ullisi no longer dared to underestimate Duke Mason's side at this time, just by this catapult that even the Byzantine Empire did not have, it can be seen how strong Duke Mason's strength is, of course, this is a misunderstanding of Count Urrisi.

The two sides remained silent in the night, and as the hour drew near dawn, the soldiers of the Earl of Ulrichi were already sleepy and drowsy, and their mental state and vigilance were at a critical point, while Arjord's father, Baron Wendell, was in good spirits with the help of his servants, put on his chain mail, and put his sword in order, and the late baron came out of his tent, and saw his family's private soldier and his two sons waiting outside the tent, In addition, there were the knights of the Inner Province supported by Sir Ebel, and the light infantry on the side of the Duke of Mason who could be mobilized, totaling 500 men.