Arrows from the castle were fired at the elite Slavic soldiers who had crossed the moat, but these soldiers, who were relied on by the Slavic nobles, were usually selected from the bravest and bravest men, and were treated with the best treatment by the nobles. ∈ ♀ Top Novel, www.

"Damn it." Julian saw that the corner of the wall in the southeast corner had become an obstacle to block the arrows, and the arrows hit the wall and bounced into the water, making a small splash, seeing that the arrows did not work, and the rebel soldiers had already thrown the ropes connected by leather straps onto the wall stacks, and one by one began to use the ropes to climb up, and the anxious Julian hurriedly pushed away the guards who stood in front of him, clutched the swords in his hands and rushed to the southeast corner.

"Ugh." The elite soldier of the rebels climbed very quickly, his arms were strong and powerful, and he climbed up with his feet along the rope between the daggers stuck in the battlements, although the arrows flew in his ears, but he still grasped the edge of the battlements without fear, the cold battlements made him feel a burst of joy at this time, just as he crossed the battlements with half of his body, and was about to climb into the walls, he looked up and saw a knight in chain mail, roaring and raising his sword high.

"Kill~~~." The raised sword slashed at the fingers of the elite rebel soldiers, the rebel soldiers let out a scream, and five fingers jumped and fell within the city wall, and the rebel soldier held his hand with his severed fingers, stood on the wall battlement and howled, Julian stretched out his right hand without saying a word, and the rebel soldier who had managed to climb up fell from the city wall.

"Bell~~~." But before Julian could catch his breath, a series of ropes were thrown. One rebel soldier after another climbed up, Julian swung his sword and charged at the nearest enemy, the sword slashing the rebel's neck and blood spurting from the wound, and red blood splattered on Julian's face and helmet.

"Gods bless, rush~~~." Farmers inspired by the sacrifices under the castle. Holding high the rudimentary weapons in their hands, they pushed the wagons and planks and all kinds of miscellaneous objects into the moat, most of the farmers took up the pitchforks and spears in their hands, and desperately shoveled the dirt into the moat, although they were not strong in combat, but it was their old business to turn over the land, and the corpses of some of their comrades who were shot by arrows also became stepping stones, and soon filled in a section of the moat.

"We're done." The defenders of Willleburg watched in horror at the filled moat below, and the rebels rushing from afar with ladders and shouting. Their hearts couldn't help but be frightened, and the movements in their hands unconsciously slowed down.

"Hallelujah~~~~~Ahhhhhhh While the defenders of Willeburg were in a state of uneasiness, the sound of prayer and chanting suddenly came from within the city walls, and this low and solemn voice seemed out of place in the shouting and killing, and some of the baptized people who had attended the service thought that they were in the church, and they turned their heads from the turret in surprise to look at the place where the prayer was heard, and saw a cross made of two thick logs, slowly rising from the direction of the stairs.

"It's Father Paul." I saw Father Paul in a white robe. He wears a small black round hat over his head, and a wooden cross strung with thick rope hangs from his chest. His hands were holding the cross tied together with two thick logs, and Father Paul stared down at his feet as he walked up to the rampart, followed by several faithful believers with their hands folded in prayer, and a squad of religious knights in chain mail and sword in hand.

"Father is too dangerous here, let's go back to the prayer room in the main tower." The knight class looked at the walls in the fierce battle and said to Father Paul worriedly. But the pious priest was indifferent, and his eyes looked beyond the walls to the attacking rebels.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I grant you the holy blessings of fighting the mighty men of the Lord, even if this ugly ** perishes. Your immortal souls will also step into the temple of the Lord, it is God's will~~~~. Father Paul raised the heavy cross in his hand and spoke loudly to the Willer soldiers guarding the city walls.

"The cursed heretics cast another spell on us, and the priests beg for the power of the gods." The leader of Lusen, who was attacking under the walls, looked up and saw the strange cross and Father Paul, he could not hear what Father Paul was saying, but instinctively felt that it was not good for him, so he immediately ordered the Lomwa priests.

“#！ ￥%…………。 When the priests heard Lu Sien's order, they immediately began to cast their spells, glaring angrily at Father Paul on the city wall, and intimidating and cursing in the most vicious language, but of course these things did not work, but they could arouse the morale of the ignorant peasants.

"Oh oh oh~~~." The rebel soldiers, carrying wooden ladders and shouting from their mouths, determined that the sacrifice on their side had supernatural powers, something completely normal for people who have spent their lives in superstition.

"Whew, it's the curse of the sacrifices, we're cursed." The defenders of Willeburg were pale, and although they were baptized and converted to Catholicism by order of Lord Marty, they were still followers of the Lomwa sect at heart, and they were exposed to the curses and incantations of the priests from an early age, and those who provoked the Lomwa sacrifices in the stories of the fire were cursed and turned into animals or plants, and suffered a miserable fate forever.

"Don't stop shooting, kill the sacrifices." Seeing that the guards of Willeburg had stopped shooting, Julian shouted angrily, he did not expect that the power of religion was really so strong, and those originally brave Willeburg guards were now like panicked children.

"St. Gabriel, St. Mike smashes the enemy's head with your scorching sword~~~." Father Paul shouted the names of the angels, he grabbed the wooden cross and slammed it into the rebel soldiers who climbed the wooden ladder and showed their heads between the battlements, and slapped the rebel soldiers down the wooden ladder.

"I say, haven't we already converted to Catholicism, and the Catholic gods should protect us from curses, right?" The guards of Willeburg whispered to each other that the priest who had taken the lead in the frantic battle had indeed brought them some courage.

"Repel the enemy, God bless us ~~~." At last, with a sense of responsibility and a sense of shame at the sight of Father Paul fighting on the front line, the guards of Willeburg finally suppressed the fear in their hearts, and they clenched their weapons and rushed up the walls to engage in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the enemies who came up, the muffled sound of swords hitting shields, the terrible howl of people falling from the walls, and the sound of cold weapons splitting bones and bones, and a bloody music was played on the walls of Willeburg.

As the sun began to sink and the horizon was about to submerge, the guards of Willleburg were barely able to resist the enemy's attack, leaning against the cold walls with their weapons, the walls that had not had time to be cleaned were littered with human organs and viscous blood, and the corpses of the defenders and rebel soldiers were piled together, but the people were too tired to even have the strength to separate them.

"Why should we believe in a piece of wood, it has no power." A guard from Willleburg leaned against the battlement, he looked at the wooden cross held tightly by Father Paul, and said helplessly and puzzledly to his half-dead companion beside him, if it were not for the lord's order, he would not have paid attention to a carpenter crucified, the gods of the Lomwa religion are always as powerful as they are described, controlling all kinds of natural forces and mysterious supernatural powers, the guard's puzzled voice was heard by Father Paul, and he was not angry.

"For this is the true gospel, the gospel of the only true God to the world, and believers will have eternal life." Father Paul's voice was hoarse, and his shouting on the battlefield was an inspiration to the defenders, and his bravery or paranoia was evident to all.

"I understand your courageous priest, but it looks like we're going to see your God today." The Willeburg guard half-lifted his body, and his eyes looked over the battlements to see that the leader of Willeen had retreated the tired soldiers to the rear, but there were still a hundred to two hundred rebel soldiers waiting for the order to attack, it seemed that Willeburg was planning to use wheel tactics to completely drag down the defenders of Willleburg, but the defenders were helpless.

"Never lose faith and hope, never." Fr. Paul raised his right hand with difficulty, stretched out his index and middle fingers together, and crossed the desperate Willeburg guard.

"Hehe, I don't see that hope." The Willleburg guard grinned, he was very free and easy about death, but it was really a very frustrating thing to face death, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and wait for the end to come.

"Boom~~~~." Suddenly, a sound like spring thunder sounded, this dull sound from far to near, seemed to be getting closer and closer to them, hearing this dull sound, the guard of Willleburg couldn't help but open his eyes, he looked up at the sky, there was no sign of rain, just as he looked down at the castle, his face couldn't help showing a look of ecstasy. (To be continued......) R527