It's just a web novel.,It's really bad to be too much.。 Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Online novels are not serious literature in themselves, whether it is for the general taste or a niche book like mine, the ultimate purpose is nothing more than entertainment. You have to pick fault with this book line by line, word by word, I really can't help it, those history books that have been revised into volumes and placed in major libraries have been overturned at every turn, not to mention my nonsense online novel? Finally, thank you to Brother Superman who pushed this book, calm down.

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When two vanguard cavalry of twenty men approached Ortrenburg and began to conduct pre-battle reconnaissance, all Ortrenburgers realized that war had come.

On the city wall, when he watched the two cavalry teams continue to circle around Ortrenburg from a long distance, Blair's expression became serious. He was a knight and knew the rules of cavalry fighting, and these two vanguard armies were not here to see the excitement, they would carefully record the terrain around Ortlenburg, where it was suitable for charging and where it was not suitable for cavalry to set foot in, and they would strictly report to the leader of the cavalry.

Cavalry is a challenging class, unlike infantry, which can charge on any terrain.

The gallop of war horses needs a suitable field, preferably a flat grassland and the Gobi, and it is best to rush downhill from the uphill to exert the maximum maneuverability.

Once it encounters uneven and undulating terrain, the lethality of the cavalry will be folded in half. The War Horse is not a powerful monster, it can carry a heavy knight and two suits of armor, and it can maintain its speed when going uphill. Once it is necessary to climb the slope, the distance of the cavalry charge will be shortened to the maximum, and without a quick charge, the cavalry will lose its greatest advantage.

"This is a very orthodox army, but unfortunately we are not manpower enough to drive these cavalry. Blair's brows were wrinkled together, he was a knight who had been systematically studied, not only to learn the battle qi, but also to learn the battle formation. He clenched his hand on the hilt of his sword hard, "My lord, do your little things really work?"

Wren stood right next to him, leaning on the wall with one hand, and there was not the slightest hint of anxiety on his face.

The cavalry attacking the city-state is simply a joke, and when the powerful Mongols swept through Europe, they were also anxious in the face of European-style castles, and they found the right way to attack the city after several losses. He didn't believe that these five hundred men could take Ortlenburg.

What's more, he has made sufficient arrangements in the past few days, and large and small traps can be seen everywhere outside the city, all covered with withered yellow weeds. Wren mobilized the entire city to create a slender, triangular shovel. This shovel is one and a half feet long, with a pointed and thin front end and a wide and thick back end. When you step on a spade, rotate it vigorously and lift it up, it is a cone-shaped trap. The hole, which is a little bigger than a palm, gets thinner and narrower as the depth deepens.

As long as the horse's hooves step in and step on it, it will be stuck in it and unable to pull it out. A high-speed speeding car can't control the direction after braking suddenly, let alone a war horse that is far less precise and reliable than machinery?

Wren glanced sideways at Blair, "Wait and see, it's going to be more useful than you think." ”

The two cavalry vanguards outside the city quickly returned to their lives satisfied, the terrain of the Ortlenburg area was very flat, very suitable for war horses to gallop, especially the official road facing the city gate, after several overhauls without the slightest damage, completely paved a straight road to Ortlenburg.

The leader of the knights who came to attack Ortrenburg this time was a retainer of the Boer family, and he was loyal, especially he was calm and wise, and he did not have the conceit of the Boer family at all.

Listening to the message from the vanguard, the knight leader named Luos bowed slightly, he stared at the city in the distance, and always felt that it should not be so calm, as if something had been ignored. But he thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out, and asked suspiciously: "Can you be sure that there are really no ambushes around?"

The two vanguard captains glanced at each other and straightened their chests, "I have carefully scouted, and there is indeed no trace of ambush soldiers around Ortlenburg. We also went in the dense forest in the distance, and found no trace of anyone staying. ”

Luos touched the mustache on his lips, looked at the city from afar, walked back and forth a few steps, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and looked at a big man behind him. The big man is in his thirties, 1.5 or 6 meters tall, and the muscles all over his body are like the most outstanding masterpieces of the sculptors, and the muscles cut by the knife and axe are full of explosive power. The little strong man patted his chest, and two faint handprints suddenly appeared on the sturdy breastplate.

Luos breathed a sigh of relief, as long as this strong man was there, it would not be difficult to capture Ortrenburg. This strong man was born a strong man, and his parents seem to have misplaced his talent for size, turning him into a devil's flesh man. With the power of his sixth-level knight, an eighty-pound solid two-handed long-handled hammer was as light as a toy in his hand. Neither the city walls nor the city gates will be the match for the hammer in his hand.

Luos took a deep breath, and his attendant immediately began arranging his armor for him one last time. Every bolt was unfastened and re-fastened, and the connection between each piece of armor was strictly checked several times. It took more than ten minutes for the last syllable to be spit out, and Luos's armor was fully dressed, and he held his helmet in one hand and carried it under his arm, and walked outward, "Blow the horn and prepare to attack." ”

The short, strong man stepped aside and lifted his extremely heavy two-handed hammer, which was even more behind Luos.

After tonight, his name will be spread throughout the province of Bell.

The knights, who were ready to go, left the camp and formed a triangular queue, with the small knight taking the lead. He closed his mask, and the hammer, which weighed eighty pounds and required two people to lift, was as light as if nothing was in his hand, and dragged it diagonally to the ground. The wildebeest in armor under the seat is taller and stronger than other war horses, and every muscle fiber is clearly visible under the shiny fur of its limbs, and as it begins to move, the muscles contract and stretch, full of beauty.

The whole array began to move, and the roar of thunder gradually spread, and the little knight shouted excitedly, shouting some syllables that others could not understand, and slammed into the city gate at a rapid pace.

On the city wall, Wren's face is no longer good-looking, and in the records of the City Lord's Mansion, there should still be twelve ballistas left in this former military fortress. If a salvo was fired at this time against the cavalry on the official road, the scene would be so beautiful that it could not be described in words. But unfortunately, these ballistas that were supposed to exist have long since disappeared, and the treasury is empty, except for some fat rats running back and forth.

Needless to say, Wren knew that those ballistas had either been exchanged for money by the previous city lords, or those forces that had been destroyed had been secretly transported away.

Whether it is Orlando or the Byron Empire, this kind of war material will never be too much.

Hammering the wall hard, Wren sighed, "Blair, you'll take care of the rest." ”

It is the most correct choice to hand over specialized things to specialized people. Playing with some intrigues, Wren may be a little better, but Wren really doesn't know anything about commanding war. He doesn't indiscriminately instruct professionals to do what to do, and carefully observing from the side is what he needs to do most now.

Blair shook his wrist and stared at the little man who was running down the official road, and the two-handed hammer in his hand was already a great threat to the city gate.

Without the slightest hesitation, Blair gave the order to the men on the city walls, "Pour the oil down, and the stones too." ”

Wooden barrels were thrown down, and after they broke, yellowish liquid splashed everywhere, and stones of all sizes were almost piled up on the road in front of the city gate. Blair drew the sword hanging from his waist and leaped up to stand on the battlement. The battle qi in his body began to flow and run, casting a faint red light on the long sword in his hand.

Luos had already seen the man in knight's armor on the city wall, and he raised his horsewhip and pointed at Blair and asked, "Who is that man?"

The guard beside him immediately replied, "He should be the city lord's general, called Blair, with the rank of fifth-level knight." ”

Luos shook his head slightly, "No, it's a sixth-level knight." ”

As he spoke, the knights who were galloping outside the official road suddenly turned on their backs, and the entire formation was chaotic in an instant. Luos's face changed suddenly, he clamped his legs hard, the war horse under his crotch neighed, and ran quickly along the official road.

The trap worked, and thirty or forty horses broke their legs and fell to the ground. The knights on them all flew out and landed on the ground and bounced, unable to even move their hands and feet.

The little knight glanced back, and did not have the slightest intention of stopping, but stabbed the wildebeest under his seat with the spur of his heel, and the wildebeest sped up in pain, and immediately threw the knights behind him some distance.

Seeing that the little knight had rushed to the city gate not far away, the wildebeest's hooves became unstable every time they fell, and when the speed of the wildebeest also slowed down in order to find a suitable place to stay, Blair roared furiously and jumped directly from the city gate.

The little man who lost the best opportunity sighed in his heart, and rounded his two-handed hammer and pumped it directly at Blair in mid-air. Blair was in the air, there was no place to borrow strength, but he did not panic, he stretched his limbs back as much as possible, the whole person was like a bow, and then his waist and abdomen tightened violently, and the long sword held in both hands was slashed down hard, leaving a fiery red afterimage in the air.

Flame Slash!

He was gambling that he would be seriously injured if he was hit by the hammer, but the little knight would be cut in half by the man and the horse. A fine light flashed in the eyes of the little knight, and he didn't even have time to think, and his right arm swung outward, and the original arc sank down sharply, just as his left hand grabbed the hammer rod and blocked it hard.

With a loud bang, sparks splashed everywhere, and the wildebeest under the little man's seat bent his legs violently, staring at the scarlet eyes and stubbornly standing on all fours.

The little knight's tiger's mouth was numb, and the tiger's mouth in his left hand was even more shocked, and blood flowed down his arm.

Blair got a chance to take advantage of this slash, stomping on the wildebeest's head and kicking the little knight straight to the chest. This kick carried the momentum of wind and thunder, and before the toes touched the breastplate, it faintly made the little knight feel a tingling pain. He shrunk his chest, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and pushed back hard, while raising his hands to push them up.

Blair, who lost his balance again, twisted his waist and landed firmly on the ground.

It all happened between the lights and the fire, and many people didn't even have time to think before the two were separated.

A group of soldiers armed with crossbow arrows suddenly poked out between the battlements of the wall, took a slight aim, and pulled the trigger. Twenty or thirty crossbow arrows burst out with a thud of speed. The weapon in the hand of the little knight was powerful, but it was not light and agile enough, and it was impossible to effectively defend against such a dense crossbow arrow. He could only roll over and dismount and hide behind the horse.

Within twenty meters, the penetrating and lethal power of the crossbow arrows was unquestionable, and the wildebeest shook a few times with a wail, falling like a hedgehog, and the armor on its body could not stop the penetration of the crossbow arrows at such a distance. His limbs twitched and kicked wildly, tears flowed from his big eyes, and his humanized eyes looked at the little knight ...... on the side reluctantly.

The eyes of the little knight are red, the mount is the knight's second life, and it is difficult for a knight like him to use a two-handed heavy weapon, it is difficult to find a satisfactory mount.

He looked at the men on the wall with hatred, but he was greeted by a second round of crossbow arrows.

War, there is no reason to talk about it.

The armor on his body rattled, the swollen muscles resisted the armor, and the heavy hammer in his hand was raised high and slammed into the ground.

The heavy hammer wrapped in yellow battle qi easily smashed the ground that had only been repaired for a long time, the stone bricks were shattered, cracked inch by inch, and the broken stone was bounced up by the huge force. Blair lowered his body to stabilize his center of gravity, and when the dust cleared, the little knight had seven or eight arrows stuck in his body, and he had already run thirty or forty meters. Blair wanted to chase, but looking at the knights who had already finished it, he gritted his teeth, spit on it, turned around and jumped, stepped on the city wall and scurried up two meters, reached out and grabbed the rope that was put down on the city wall, and quickly climbed up.

Luos looked at the little knight with bloodshot lips on his face, his face was ugly and terrifying.

He looked up at the walls of Ortlenburg, a group of peasants who were more difficult than he had imagined. He ordered the horn to be blown, one long and one short, and the galloping knights tightened their reins one after another, and after slowing down, stopped about a hundred meters outside the city gate.

The only way now is to call for help.

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It's been a little busy these days, and I added a project to do, annoying people, and I'll recover 2 more the day after tomorrow.