"Boom!" When the first wave of trebuchets smashed into the walls, everyone felt a hint of anticipation.

At this moment, a hoarse roar came from the depths of the castle, and the fog suddenly became thicker.

"Wait, wait until the afternoon." Fang Xin thought so.

On the castle, the archers take advantage of the tower, they can easily shoot arrows to a range of 250 meters, within this distance, it is the effective killing area, for this reason, in order to safely operate the siege equipment, the role of the trebuchet is not only to project to the soldiers on the city wall, but also to clear the city head, attack the houses and personnel in the fortifications, so it is obvious that the range must reach about 400, to be suitable for operation, with the effect of actual combat.

Sure enough, although there were a few sharp whistlings, the rain of arrows rushed in, but they did not hit the slightest, and the five trebuchets were busy bombing, and one stone after another whizzed up and smashed down.

The only thing is that trebuchets are very difficult to make, strings, long handle sockets, winches, beams, iron bolts, rod arms, these are precision tools in this era,

Let's talk about two things, the first is the string, the large trebuchet, not even the use of hemp fiber rope, must use a thick horsehair rope, and must be soaked in cow bone oil (a kind of oil made from the tibia and toe bones of the cow) for several days before use, otherwise it will definitely be damaged or broken under the action of friction after tightening the string, and the source of raw materials is not easy, as for the reasonable design, as well as excellent wood, it is necessary.

Secondly, during the operation, the timing of the launch must be just right, and if there is a slight hesitation, the continuous huge deformation on the rod arm may break the rod arm, and a trebuchet will be destroyed.

Heavy stones fell, and one fell on the city wall, and with a bang, everyone's ears were filled with this muffled sound, and the horses were even frightened and neighed.

His eyes were sharp, and he could even see a splash of blood in the stone, which was a fragment of a human body.

Fang Xin remained silent, and the knights quickly pacified the horses, they were worthy of professional warriors with military qualities, calmly arranged, waiting for an opportunity.

Twenty minutes later, the arm of a trebuchet broke, and instead of firing out, the heavy stones fell down, and suddenly, before the soldiers below had time to dodge, they were crushed, and with a bang, the whole person was gone, and after a while, blood mixed with rain flowed out.

No one was going to delay it, and the other trebuchets, though pale, continued to fire, and one after another boulders fell on the city walls, and even into the castle, smashing the houses inside.

The continuous firing made the militia above the castle more and more frightened, and when the flesh and blood flew again, these militiamen, who had just come out of the farmland, finally dropped their weapons and shields, and fled in all directions, crying and fleeing.

But the peasants with miserable howls did not have time to run far, and the dark soldiers mercilessly brandished their swords and drove them away by force, and the sound of cries, screams, and swords piercing into the human body was immediately performed on the city walls.

Fang Xin's sharp eyes saw a dark knight hit a peasant on the head with a mace, and blood and brains suddenly splattered and sprinkled on his armor and shield.

"Grand Duke, it's a blood sacrifice, and the altar is sucking their life and soul!" Bishop Barnier was not surprised to say: "These peasants can resist if they can, and if they can't, they will increase the strength of the altar." ”

"Well, so they must die!" Fang Xin said with a sneer, Yu Ruyi was shaking, and a murderous intent flashed in his heart.

At this moment, another stone slammed into the city wall, and the city wall, which had been crumbling and crumbling after continuous blows, collapsed with a "boom", revealing a gap several meters in size.

"Charge!" Fang Xin drew his sword and let out a roar.

Suddenly, the knight, dressed in heavy armor, led the soldiers to rush straight towards the gap, and the horses neighed and shouted to kill the heavens.

As soon as they entered the range of the arrow tower, a rain of arrows fell from the sky, and in an instant, a knight and a group of soldiers who rushed in front were shot to the ground, but the charge had already been launched, and there was no room for any hesitation, and all of them shouted and charged.

The second wave of arrows.

The third wave of arrows.

The fourth wave of arrows.

Fang Xin's face became ugly, in the face of the large-scale charge below, the dark soldiers did not seem to waver, in just two hundred meters, four waves of arrows rained down, just these four waves, two hundred soldiers fell, including several knights.

However, there were not many archers among the dark soldiers after all, and this time was too short, Fang Xin thought, because of this torrent, it had already rushed into the gap, and it was colliding with the militia who were driven up.

The screams, wails, and the moment of collision seemed to make even the air dull, and the continuous collision of flesh, the sound of swords entering the body, every stab at this close range, would make blood shoot out, spraying all the bodies of everyone in this range, dyed a bright red.

The rain of arrows was still falling, shooting at the people in the gap without distinguishing between them.

At this critical time, the knights played an important role, they drew their long swords, killed the militia, with superior physical strength, coupled with the help of horses, wherever the long sword went, the militia corpses were strewn all over the field, and blood became a river.

In just two minutes, the militia's defense line collapsed, and they howled and fled for their lives, ignoring the dark soldiers behind them, and the knight ignored these militiamen and charged straight at the dark soldiers.

The three thousand torrents continued upward, and the soldiers from the camp, after rushing into the castle, began to climb the city walls and arrow towers, and strangled the dark soldiers, and the dark soldiers, with them, dropped their bows and arrows, and began to draw their swords to fight.

As more and more people died, the fog in the castle became thicker and thicker, and no one seemed to be visible from ten meters away, but the battle did not weaken for it, and there were looming figures everywhere, and there were screams one after another, mixed with the sound of sharp blades piercing into the human body and smashing bones.

But there will be a time when the battle will end, and blood everywhere will be stained a striking red.

In front of the temple (lord's mansion), Fang Xin stopped the continued attack, he squinted his eyes and looked inside, where there was a deep and boundless darkness, and it was still boiling.

At this time, Cortad was rushing over, he was riding a war horse, carrying a long sword in his hand, and his robe and armor were full of red bloodstains, which were covered with blood, but he didn't know why, but he made him look extraordinarily noble.

Holding the hilt of the sword, he smiled thoughtfully at Fang Xin: "Grand Duke, it's here, I just felt it, more than a thousand lives have died here, the altar has absorbed a lot of power, there are dark knights and mages inside, there will be a bitter battle below!" ”

"Really? I don't think there's a need for a fight down there. ”

Fang Xin raised his face for a long time, his clothes were not stained with blood, but he didn't know why, this gentle smile surprised even Cortad.

"After the death of Viscount Columbourne Taverna last time, a nobleman finally came to me, and told the secret, En, I only then knew that there were still a large number of oil bombs, and I have to say, everyone has a trump card!" Fang Xin saw that he was a little confused, and said generously explained.

"If that's the case, then why should we fight? Darkness fears not only light, but also fire, you say? Fang Xin deliberately said in a gentle tone, his smile even warmer: "We should prepare an extraordinarily large burning stake for these people, isn't it?" As long as you don't burn down all the castles, you'll be fine. ”

"That's what you said!" Cortad nodded.

Burned at the stake?

Cortad looked up and saw small trebuchets dragging in, and then batches of oil bombs sliced through the sky.

In a short period of time, the fire rose into the sky, with an incomparably tragic wail and curse inside.

With a thousand preparations, thousands of stratagems, sometimes, just one fire is enough, whether it is in society, in the state, in the organization, or in a specific battle, it is the same.