Section 41 Fire Attack

In the face of the stubborn resistance of the main tower of the castle, Arold had a sense of incongruity, as if he was fighting with two commanders, the commander in front of the tower was more calm and rational, in order to deal with the troops attacking the tower made sufficient preparations, arrows, stones and boiling water were almost endless, so that the goal-smashing team sent by Arold suffered heavy casualties, if possible, Arold did not want to lose his troops here at all, but now he was forced to be in this unfavorable terrain, The futility of fueling tactics has put one's own side in a disadvantageous position.

"Lord Earl, you can't attack the gate directly like this anymore, it's better to let the archers shoot rockets and burn the gate." Julian looked at the soldiers who had retreated from the gate again, almost all of them wounded, limping back to the rear, Arold made a temporary stronghold of a captured arrow tower near the tower, from which the generals could observe the attack in the direction of the tower through the shooting hole, and the bottom floor of the arrow tower was used as a resting place for the wounded soldiers, and the moans of the wounded soldiers made everyone's faces very ugly.

"Fire attack? Well, how much asphalt do we have left? Arold also felt that fire was the best way to do it now, not to mention that he had in his hands the sharpest weapon of fire, from the asphalt of the swamp, a viscous liquid that emitted a terrible stench that ignited when it caught fire.

"That's enough to burn down the gates." Julian confidently reported.

"Just do that, send the special forces to bring the asphalt to the gate." Arold glanced at Ted, who was standing in the doorway, clearing the bear of Mecklenburg Castle and the hidden guards. Let the special combat team gain a lot of points in Arold's heart, and when he heard Arold's call, Ted hurriedly straightened his body and stepped forward regardless of the fatigue of his body.

"Lord Count, please let me go this time." At this time, it was unexpectedly that Aarold's personal attendant Julian asked to take on this task, which made Arold feel strange.

"But you are my personal attendant, this task is very dangerous, and the archers in the tower will not let you approach easily." Arold shook his head and prepared to refuse Julian's request, but Julian's sister Josephine handed him over to Arold, who didn't want Julian to have any accidents. But Julian stubbornly pleaded again.

"Lord Earl. I beg you to give me this opportunity to show myself. ”

"Well, well, since you're going to make a contribution, I can't stop you." Arold looked at Julian's determined eyes, and he waved helplessly at Ted. Then he patted Julian on the shoulder, and the two of them walked towards the window. Arold pointed to the towering tower door outside the window and said to Julian. "Burn that hateful gate for me."

"Yes, Lord Count." Julian straightened up and slammed his chest with his left fist, making a rattling sound from his armor. Julian then helped himself on the hilt of his sword and strode out of the tower.

"Give him a few archers and light infantry to cover." Arold nodded to John Berg and ordered.

Ted stepped back with some regret and made way for Julian, although he really wanted to get this task, but Julian was Arrod's personal attendant, and anyone knew very well that if Arold took Mecklenburg County and became an earl, Julian would have an important place among his court members, and might even get a fief and become a vassal, a status that no one else could shake, but Ted was still a little unwilling, and he believed that he could get the status he deserved with his own ability.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~~." Arrows shot at Julian and his party like locusts in mid-air, and the arrows hit the shield with a dull sound, but most of them landed on the muddy ground, and the attacking soldiers stepped on the muddy ground and made a croaking sound, but they did not hesitate, Julian held the clay pot filled with asphalt, and his eyes carefully bent forward through the gaps in the shield, and the Slavic guards above the tower were not aware of Julian's intentions, they thought that they were the same as the other attackers, So just prepare the pot with boiling water tongs.

"Well, something is wrong." The Slavic nobleman, who was drinking on the top floor of the tower, suddenly stopped pouring wine into his mouth, threw down the leather bag containing the wine and walked a few steps to the edge of the battlement, stepped on the battlement with one foot, leaned forward and exposed his upper body to the air, and the arrows fired by Arold's archers on the ground grazed his scalp unmoved.

"Lord Ivanovich, what's wrong?" The Slavic Guardians asked the commanding Lord Ivanovich curiously, believing in Ivanovich more than the chieftain who indulged in carnity/lust and superstition in the tower.

"Where to shoot with bows and arrows." Ivanovic pulled out the sword at his waist and pointed straight in the direction of Julian's advance, God knows how Ivanovich judged that Julian was the focus of protection.

"Yes, Lord Ivanovich." The Slavic guards hurriedly focused their shooting in Julian's direction, although the light infantry raised their shields to cover Julian, but dozens of arrows shot past, and there were gaps between the tight shields, and the arrows shot from the gaps to the rear, and from time to time the light infantry fell to the ground with arrows, and the Slavic guards above kept bouncing sounds.

"Ah~~~." Julian walked in a zigzag pattern around the corpses lying on the ground, but a sharp arrow hit the face of the light infantry holding the shield for him, and when he walked around the corpse, the light infantry only stumbled under his feet, and the shield was only slightly lowered, and it was at this moment that the arrow took his life, and the shield fell to the ground, and Julian was completely exposed to the range of the archers of the tower.

"Damn it." Julian's head was bruised, he clamped the asphalt jar under his armpit, and with his other hand grabbed the light infantry who was about to fall in front of him and carried him on the shoulder, and the arrows were shot at the corpse of the light infantry, and Julian carried the corpse and ran forward quickly, the mud threw him all over, and Julian had only one thought in his mind, and threw the asphalt tank caught under his armpit on the door that should go to hell.

"Box~~~ whoa." Julian yelled, and finally a few steps closer to the gate, threw down the corpse on his shoulder, and threw the clay pot under his arm against the gate with all his strength, and when the clay pot broke, the black viscous asphalt stuck to the gate of the tower, and the opportunity was finally created by Julian.

"Julian, get down, get down." John Berg saw Julian smash the clay pot against the door, and as he pressed down on Julian, he grabbed the archers and gathered them together, and a light foot soldier carried a torch and lit the linen tied to the front of the arrows that the archers were riding.

"Oh." Julian saw the archers under Johnberg's command set the arrows on fire, and he quickly rolled on the spot, hiding in the pile of corpses a few steps away from the gate, even if he was covered in mud and blood.

"Ready, shoot~~~." After John Berg watched Julian hide under the corpse and was safe, he pointed his sword at the door, where a cloud of black asphalt was dripping sticky.

"Whew~~~Whew." The ignited arrows flew out of the tower and hit the tower's gate, burning as they stuck in the gate and watched with bated breath as the slimy asphalt slowly dripped into the flames.

"Water." There was a stretch above the lintel of the tower's gate, where a Slavic guard, who saw the flames on the door through the wooden window at his feet, and anxiously shouted to his companions inside.

"Here comes the water." A bucket of water that had been prepared for a long time was hoisted up by a hook, and the Slavic guards grabbed the bucket and threw it down with all their might, and the water poured on the gate with a loud bang, and the hearts of the attacking John Berg and the others suddenly rose to their throats, and they wondered if Julian's efforts would be wasted if the asphalt was doused with water.

"Look, sir." Just then, a bow pointed at the gate and shouted to John Berg.

"Oh~~." When John Berg saw that the asphalt was on fire, not only did it not go out, but it burned with a roar, maybe there was too little water, or maybe the fire was too big, in short, the tower gate that blocked Arold was burning, and the black smoke rushed upwards, and the Slavic guards above covered their mouths and noses, and their eyes were full of tears, while the soldiers of the attacking side cried out excitedly.

"Damn brute." Ivanovich, who was on the top of the tower, spat hard, and then he turned and walked to the staircase from the top of the tower, his face solemn and deep, and the Slavic guards looked at the determined leader, the tower's gate, which had not been breached in a hundred years, was burned down, and the billowing smoke and scorching flames forced the guards behind the gate to retreat.

"Lord Ivanovic, what are we going to do?" The Slavic guards asked.

"Fight." Ivanovich, with the help of his own attendants, donned heavy leather armor inlaid with iron plates, inserted his sword into the scabbard at his waist, wore an iron helmet with a sharp crest on his head, and held a long-handled double-edged axe in his hand.

The asphalt fueled the flames on the arrows, and the flames crackled and burned the shafts of the arrows to ashes, and at the same time the gate of the tower was burning, and Arold was ecstatic to see the smoke-filled gate in the arrow tower, and he immediately ordered a full-scale attack on the other leaders, and under the cover of the smoke, the arrows of the Slavic archers in the tower were sparsely attacked, and the soldiers of Arold rushed to the gate like a tide of long contradictory cards in various languages, waiting for the moment when the gate collapsed. (To be continued......)