The Slavs looked ahead, and on the shore stood a fortress made of wood and stones, and on the wooden turret of the fortress hung a black and white cross-patterned flag, which had never been seen before fluttered as if it were laughing at them, which made the Slavs' hearts swell.

"Wow, ah~~~~." The leader of the tribe, with his hair scattered and wearing a stinking leather armor with rows of iron nails nailed to strengthen his defenses, and a belt around his waist tightly bound around his waist, the leader of the tribe, holding a sharp short-handled battle axe in his right hand and a round shield in the other, walked to the front of the group and struck each other with his axe and shield in the direction of the fortress, and let out a rough roar from his mouth.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong ~~~." The Slavic warriors lined up in three rows held spears in their hands, and they looked at their leader, and the end of the spear in their hands was grounded, and suddenly there was a sound of ping-pong pong one after another.

"The gods bless you, the gods bless you~~~." Cloaked in the skin of a bear and a wolf, the priest slit the throat of a bleating snow-white lamb with a sharp scythe in his hand, chanting the names and incantations of the gods while sprinkling the blood of the lamb on the Slavic warriors, believing that this would protect them from invulnerability.

"The knights pray to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit~~~." Dressed in chain mail and a Teutonian knight's overshirt, Yves stood on the wooden wall and watched the rituals of the attacking Slavic pagans, and immediately commanded the knights in a loud voice.

"Brush~~~." The Teutonic knights drew their swords, knelt down on one knee and stuck their swords in front of them, and prayed with a cross on their chests against the hilt of the cross.

"Come on, heretic." Count Yves stretched out his prosthetic leg, and the attendants unloaded his prosthetic hand, and then attached the sword. Yves put his helmet on.

"Flag bearer, they're coming." Beside Yves, a Teutonic knight pointed to the opposite side, and saw the Slavs, led by various banners, rush like waves towards the fortress built on the coast, this force was the vanguard of Kang Tuoyi, consisting of more than seven hundred tribal soldiers. But in the face of this menacing formation, the Teutonic knights couldn't help but get nervous, although they were all proud of their noble children, but after all, it was the first time to face such a large-scale war, if it weren't for that honor and the natural reserve of the nobles, I'm afraid some people would not help but turn their faces.

"Rush, rush me." The leaders of the Slavic tribes, wielding the battle axes in their hands, shouted at their own people, while the Slavs rushed to the fortress with a rudimentary ladder, which was so rudimentary. The branches and leaves on it were not cut clean, but the wooden ladder was only used to transport the soldiers up the wall, and the point was to be secure.

"Ballista prepares." Yves calmly looked at the Slavs who were carrying the ladder to the fortress, and he turned his head and ordered the new Mecklenburg troops, who were armed with large shields and crossbows, and the walls of the fortress were deliberately built in the shape of concave drums, which were not easy to climb, so that the attackers could only climb up in the recessed parts. However, the new crossbowmen on either side could shoot their crossbows from the side, forming a crossfire fire. This way the walls of the fortress were designed by Arold and the members of the Masons' Guild, drawing on the best of medieval architectural experience and later generations of fortress technology.

"Squeak~~~." The crossbowmen of the new army immediately bent down, carrying a large wooden shield on their backs, and no armor on their bodies, except for an iron helmet on their heads, and a leather buckle at the front of the crossbow in their hands. When you pull the crossbow, you need to step on it, then put the arrow into the groove of the crossbow, and then raise the crossbow to aim at the target to be shot, although the crossbow has a very slow rate of fire, it requires much more procedures than a bow and arrow. However, Arold was well aware of the advantages of this weapon, a good archer could only be completed after years of practice, but a crossbowman was enough to train for only three or four days, and a good crossbow could withstand a hard bow.

When the crossbowman turns around and pulls the crossbow, the big shield behind him is the most effective defensive tool, so that the crossbowman can avoid being shot by the fast-firing archer because of the gap when the crossbow is opened, and if it is a positional battle in the field, the big shield of the crossbowman can also be removed from the back and supported in front to become an obstacle, and the crossbowman can not only hide in the back to shoot, but also cover the comrades in the rear, which can be described as a multi-win.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~~." While the new crossbowmen aimed their crossbows at the approaching enemy, the Slavic archers attacked first, mostly using a single shortbow that was used for hunting during the week, and was drafted as ranged archers in wartime to help the clan leaders weaken the enemy's strength and limit their mobility.

"Be careful to dodge~~~~." The Slavs were numerous, and the arrows they shot were like a rain of arrows covering the fortress wall, and Yves hurriedly ordered loudly, and the Teutonic knights knelt down on one knee to avoid exposing the peephole of their helmets, and placed the pointed shields in their hands at their sides, while the new crossbowmen hurriedly turned around and showed the large shields on their solid backs.

"Ding, dingdong~~~~." Arrows rained down on the Teutonic knights and shields, making a crisp metal crashing sound, and the Slavs shouted and put the wooden ladder on the trench, and the crazy Slavs desperately stepped on the wooden ladder with a round shield in one hand and ran towards the fortress walls.

"Crossbowman fires." Yves stuck his head out to check, commanded loudly between the shots of the Slavic archers.

"Puff~~~~." The crossbowmen of the new army immediately turned and leaned out of the wall, aimed their crossbows at the Slavs who were crossing the trench, and pulled the brackets, and the crossbow bolts were ejected, hitting the Slavs who were stepping on the wooden ladder and on their legs.

"Ah~~~." In fact, even a crossbow bolt could not kill the enemy at once, but when it hit the Slavs, the Slavs lost their balance and fell down the wooden ladder, and countless wooden stakes were inserted in the trench, and the people who fell let out a terrible howl.

"The archers suppress them." The tribal leader saw his men falling from the wooden ladder, and angrily shouted at the archers on his side, and the Slavic archers hurriedly bent their bows and arrows and shot at the fortress walls, but the new crossbowmen, after shooting the crossbows in their hands, immediately turned around and stepped on the crossbow pedal with their feet, and pulled the crossbow arrows from the quiver at their waists and placed them on the crossbow, and at this moment there was a dingdong sound of arrows hitting their backs.

"Well done." Yves looked at the beautiful blows of the new crossbowmen, and said appreciatively to the Teutonic knights beside him, Arold always has something new to surprise people.

"Sir, the ballista is ready." On this occasion, in order to ensure that the fortress was strong enough to withstand Kang Tuoyi's attack, Arold gave three of the five ballistas he had made in his hands to his brother, and sent them to the boats, which were now placed on the three towers of the fortress, and the craftsmen pressed their special crossbow arrows on them, and the tips of the snowy crossbows were aimed at the swarming Slavs.

"Aim for their leader and fire." Yves raised his sword-wielding prosthetic leg and commanded loudly at the waves of the Slavs.

"Hum~~~." The craftsmen immediately used the crosshairs of the ballista to trap the Slavic tribal leader, who was easily recognizable, who was always out of range of the crossbow arrows, wielding his battle axe to urge his people to die, but what he did not expect was that there were more powerful weapons in the fortress.

"Chong, Chongga~~~." Just as the clan leader was grabbing a retreating clansman beside him and kicking him over, a buzzing wind sounded in his instinctive ears, and he instinctively turned around in fright.

"Ah~~~, Ping." Suddenly, one of the guards next to the clan leader was shot by a long crossbow arrow, and his body flew into the crowd under the action of inertia, knocking several compatriots to the ground.

"The gods are above." The tribal leader saw his equally well-equipped guard, whose body was pierced by a long crossbow bolt and firmly pinned to the ground, and although the brave guard tried to reach out, blood and fragments of internal organs poured into his throat and lungs, and after a few violent coughs, he finally hung his hands weakly.

"It's a shame." Looking at the crossbow bolt that was missed, Yves couldn't help but shake his head with some regret, but he didn't have much hope, in fact, Yves preferred to be able to have a face-to-face battle with the leader of the enemy.

"Hateful and despicable Germanic people." The leader of the tribe who was killed and guarded was also enraged, he held the battle axe and shield in his hand, and no longer stayed behind to direct the battle, but rushed into the crowd and rushed in the direction of the fortress, and the warriors of the leader of the guard also hurriedly followed closely behind, these warriors were the most warlike people in the tribe, and their participation made the Slavs' offensive fierce, even the crossbows on the city wall could not stop it.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~~."

"Oh woo~~~." The strong tribal leader grabbed the corpse of his dead companion on the ground, put him on his shoulder, and the crossbow bolt hit the corpse and was blocked by the body, and the sight of the leader fighting so bravely inspired the other Slavs, who carried the corpse on the ground in a way that was extremely stupid, but it was undeniable that it did slow down the crossbowmen's firing offensive, and the trench under the city wall suddenly could not stop the Slavs. (To be continued......)