On the wall, McCann saw two trebuchets being transported. He'd seen the power of the thing when it was tested—a rock the size of a human head could be thrown up to 300 meters away. However, to get a better head, you need to get closer to 200 meters away.

At this distance, the heavy crossbow on the wall can also be used. Anyway, the craftsman who fires the stone doesn't get too rampant.

As for whether the Rat Village can last for two days, McCann thinks it should be fine. The village was besieged many times by wild animals, and the walls were very strong, high and thick. Trebuchets alone can't easily destroy them.

As long as the wall is there, those unyielding debris outside the wall will not dare to approach easily. At most, they are afraid that they will risk their lives to attack at night, but the Violent Rat Village is full of barbarians, and the more casualties they have, the stronger their fighting spirit.

Besides, the miscellaneous pieces outside the wall may not dare to fight hard.

As long as he can survive two days, McCann feels that the church leaders in Plaster Village will definitely not sit idly by, and will definitely send reinforcements.

Like McCann, the barbarians of Ratstown climbed the fence and cowered behind the battlements to look out. They saw the enemy sending out stragglers to monitor the flanks of the village, and they also saw the enemy arranging their horses from the front.

"Those guys look weird." The leader Schroeder muttered to himself unhappily.

According to the horse, it is simply a few pieces of wood to build a stubble to prevent the enemy from attacking quickly, and there is no technical content. But in the eyes of the people of the Violent Rat Village, the miscellaneous pieces outside were actually pressed on wheels, and they were equipped with thick wooden planks as shields.

Three or five handymen pushed the rough wheeled horses, and slowly approached less than two hundred meters from the wall. At this distance, the large heavy crossbows on the fence can already shoot.

"Shoot a wave." Schroeder immediately ordered that, although he was confident in his own walls, he did not want the enemy's strongholds to get too close to him.

Compared to the light crossbow in hand, the heavy crossbow on the wall is a bulky and large one. Hundreds of kilograms of weight, semi-fixed arrangement, and torsion springs made of monster tendons, just in exchange for ultra-long range and powerful power.

There were two heavy crossbows in front of the village, which were fired immediately upon receiving orders. The arm-thick crossbow bolt whistled sharply towards the approaching wheeled horse.

The distance of more than 100 meters flew by, and the hit was quite accurate, and the metal arrow penetrated the thick wooden plank on the front of the horse with a bang and pierced into it.

The sudden crossbow bolt frightened the horseman, who immediately turned around and ran away without obeying the command. Several of the armed attendants who were supervising the battle behind them whipped and cursed, trying to drive the miscellaneous servants back. Just as the second wave of crossbow bolts flew again......

The bolt missed the horse, but flew over the head of one of the armed attendants, causing him to sit on the ground in fright, and he was incontinent on the spot.

Hahaha......

Laughter rang out from the walls of the Rat Village. Although they were far away, the barbarians behind the battlement still saw those figures running around like cockroaches, and their originally nervous mood relaxed.

The miscellaneous pieces that came out looked like there were a lot of people, but that's it.

The handyman laborers who could push the horses soon returned, as they found that the horses they were pushing were bulky but still defensible and trustworthy. Although the heavy crossbow of the Tyrant Village shot through the thick wooden baffle of the wheeled horse, it did not hurt itself in the slightest.

So six or seven hastily made horses were pushed to a position of one hundred and fifty meters from the wall. This distance is simply a provocation, and the people of Tyrant Village are not taken seriously at all.

"Leader Schroeder, let's rush out and kill a wave. The crumbs out there were so hateful that I could smell the stench coming from them. "A few of the barbarian backbones in the village asked for battle, and they wanted to rush out and chop up the horses with axes.

"No, there are too many enemies, and if you go out, you will be killed." Schroeder snorted coldly and flatly refused: "Steady, we can win!" ”

The wheeled horses were in place, and the handymen transported the sacks full of sand and soil one by one through manual transmission, which made the horse fortifications more solid. This process was protected by dozens of adventurer lords and armed squires.

By the time the fortifications were formed, two hours had passed. Both sides seemed to be very patient, one stubbornly defending, the other slow and methodical.

Zhou Qingfeng placed his headquarters on the edge of the woods three hundred meters away from the Violent Rat Village, and the communications squad he had formed was running around to ensure that everyone involved in the battle understood their current situation and understood their duties.

The handyman who carried the horses and sandbags was Zhou Qingfeng's men. They take turns playing, and each time they complete a mission, they return to the makeshift camp to drink hot water, eat bread, and take a break. This keeps them up with a decent level of morale and allows them to work continuously.

This way of fighting is really strange, Fei Zhe of Iron Furnace Village is responsible for protecting these laborers, and he and his armed attendants are very puzzled. One of the attendants muttered in a low voice, "These untouchables can still work and rest and have something to eat." ”

In the past, Fei Zhe attacked other villages, that is, he blocked the enemy's door with armed attendants and a group of slave-like miscellaneous servants, and rode horses to provoke with great force. If the opponent can't stand it, he will fight, and the two sides will fight face to face.

What is the role of the untouchables? It's basically just waving the flag and shouting, and being a coolie afterwards, and nothing else can be done.

Under the command of Uncle Zhou, it was the old men who watched the battle. A group of untouchables actually became the main force, and there was food and drink. Not to mention that Fei Zhe was extremely uncomfortable, and the leaders of the other villages were not adaptable.

But for now, there seems to be nothing wrong with this arrangement. The old men who participated in the battle didn't even have to sweat, only to see that a horse defense line was constructed, and two trebuchets were pushed onto the field and began to unfold.

At this time, there was only an hour or two left before noon.

The atmosphere of the battle was not strong at all, and many armed squires were running back and forth on horseback, as if they were on an outing.

Schroeder on the wall also felt depressed, and he also thought that the incoming miscellaneous pieces would directly impact his own wall without a brain, just like those ferocious animals in the past, blocked under the wall and suffered all kinds of massacres by humans on the wall.

It is better to have a strong man who can climb the wall and kill a few barbarians in the village, and no one can beat him for a while. So Uncle Schroeder stepped forward, turned the tide when everyone was terrified, cut down the strong enemy under the axe, and saved the village again.

This kind of battle is perfect!

But today, the gang of crumbs outside the wall don't play this set, and the slowness is so worrying. Schroeder can only keep telling jokes to his subordinates to relieve their boredom - look, rookie commanding a battle is so boring, no one has died for a long time, and he can't even see blood.

Hahaha......

So the wall laughed again.

It's just that Schroeder understands so many jokes, and he tells too many jokes over and over again, and the laughter of his subordinates is perfunctory, and it is a fake smile when he hears it. Waiting, waiting, half a day has passed. Suddenly, I heard a rumbling sound from outside the wall, as if something was rolling.

Schroeder hurriedly looked up, only to see that the trebuchet had been arranged behind the enemy's horse wall. The counterweight of the trebuchet sank, the arm was raised, and a stone in the net was thrown high, crossing a distance of more than a hundred meters......

Whew and landed behind the walls of the Rat Village.

The stone carried a lot of kinetic energy, and it fell to the ground and shattered. The splattered rubble crackled and flew around, hitting the buildings in the village, causing a chaotic sound. This blow is not small, and it really has to be immortal and crippled.

The barbarians on the wall were a little frightened, but Schroeder laughed loudly: "Look, I'll just say that the trebuchet can't hit accurately, it can't hurt half of our cold hair." Steady, we can win! ”