The Rakkadian battering rams retreated some way after the first impact, then accelerated again towards the walls.

This time, however, the battering ram struck not the walls, but a wool pocket, with only a slight muffled sound.

The Turnestians also splashed water on their wool pockets.

Abu was not surprised by this, and he calmly commanded the battering ram to retreat again.

This method of targeting the battering ram was only a matter of delay, and even if there were wool pockets to block it, the walls would be crushed if the number of strikes was sufficient, and the victory of the Lackadians was assured.

Unless...... There are reinforcements on the periphery.

But even if there are reinforcements, so what?

Yes, the besieging side is most afraid of being dumplings by the defenders and reinforcements, but if the reinforcements who come to help are not strong and there is no unified coordination organization, it is just "adding oil", and the besieging side can wait for work and eat the reinforcements one by one as an appetizing snack.

As far as he knew about Neustria, the nobles of this country were no better than Colonham, the same chickens and dogs, the same attacks and kills each other. Colonham was in ruins by the Lackadians, and Nyustria was lucky enough to fall to this point, not because Nyustria's armaments were stronger than Colonham, but simply because Colonham was geographically closer to Laccade in the south than their neighbors, and it was easier for Laccades to plunder.

In such a situation of scattered forces and ununified armaments, even if a few Neustrian nobles had problems with their heads, and came to their aid for the sake of religion, it would only be in vain to send more noble prisoners to the Lackadians.

The raids of Neustria by the northerners had already demonstrated how vulnerable the country was, with hundreds of men able to run rampant in Neustria, and thousands to claim the throne.

Even if the situation in the diocese of Tournest is more special, if reinforcements really arrive, they will first bump into Xiao Ram and the others, who are collecting grain and straw on the periphery.

The horses of Xiao Ram and the others are better than the horses of Neustria, they will find each other first, even if Xiao Ram and the others are incompetent enough to collect reinforcements, it is always possible to send messages. When the time comes, go or stay, Abu has plenty of time to make calculations in his favor.

Therefore, Abu is now working very hard for the Rankadians, and there is no urgency at all.

He patiently commanded the battering ram to hit the walls again and again.

Several catapults threw stone projectiles at the top of the wool pocket, disrupting the actions of the defenders, who were desperately throwing stones and rockets at the battering rams, and the two sides engaged in fierce collisions around the battering rams again and again.

But the advantage is on the besieging side.

The stones defending the city, even if they were accurate in their mission, could only take down a few slaves who pushed the battering ram, and such slaves could be caught in the wilderness at any time. Although the impact of the stone is not small, the battering ram itself is composed of a log and an iron block, and the wheel is also a solid wooden wheel. The bowling ball-sized stone bullets thrown by the catapult can break the tendons and fracture the human body when it hits the person, and it can also form a destructive effect when it hits the wooden frame of the catapult, but when it hits the clumsy battering ram, it will smash a pit at most, which does not hinder the action and effect of the battering ram at all.

If there is any effect of these thrown stones on the battering ram, it is probably that the stones are thrown too much, and the besieging side has to send some extra people to clean the stones so that the battering ram does not get stuck on the stones.

The stone projectiles thrown by the besiegers were different, thrown low, like battering rams shaking the walls of Tournest; Throwing high, they crossed the walls, smashed the dwellings, and killed those who sat in their homes and walked on the roads; The one that landed on the top of the city posed a great threat to the defenders and trebuchets on the city walls.

The battering rams rhythmically pounded against the walls and the wool pockets that covered them, and when one of the slaves pushing the battering rams ran out of strength, the overseer's soldiers immediately drove out the other group with leather whips.

These were the captives they had taken under the city and in the nearby villages, and it is fair to say that they had little loyalty to the king of Neustria, and they were reluctant to obey their own lords, who had no leisure in their lives, and whose wealth had only been accumulated by the toil of the day and night after the new bishop, who had never received a single official position in the court and church of Neustria, who had lived in obscurity in the wilderness of the diocese of Tournest......

According to the theories in many novels, the big people in the court, because of love or disdain for worldly affairs, after the fall of the dynasty to which they belonged with a flick of their sleeves, they only need to run to the countryside, be a common man, and live a secluded life similar to these farmers, and they can sit back and relax, saying "What does the change of dynasty have to do with me, I am at ease in the peach blossom garden".

Unfortunately, the Neustrian dynasty has not yet been overthrown, and the brief peaceful life of these commoners is long gone.

When the battering ram stopped, Uncle Olab stood blankly in place, his cloudy grey eyes staring straight at the red walls of Tournest in front of him, ready to push the battering ram again at the command, though he had little strength.

He had found a temporary job in a merchant's riverside warehouse, because the construction of the cathedral and the construction of the new city wall required a lot of manpower, and the merchant was in a hurry to load the ship, and gave them a good wage for the temporary workers, so he did not continue to work for the church of Turnest, but helped the merchants transport goods in the warehouse along the river.

Then he fell into the hands of these believers of truth.

Not far from his feet was a fresh corpse, and the stone bullets flying from the walls had hit him in the chest impartially, and he would not survive—in the past, if someone had been accidentally smashed into a swollen bag while working, or a little brawl, there would be a priest to clarify the responsibility, and there would be an ambulance to take care of the wound—and here, no one cared, the Lackadians didn't care, and Olab didn't care.

He didn't even know why he was standing here.

Orab's brain was in a trance, and if he had told him the other day, he would have pushed the infidels' battering rams against the walls of Tournest, and he would never have believed it, but now he did his best to help them attack Tournest.

Because he has seen what hell is.

Those people, who regard the eating of human flesh as a pleasure, no, is a pleasant, enough thing to show off.

They don't engage in bloody human sacrifice like the northerners.

They don't treat the infidels as human beings at all.

As long as he can stay away from these people for a while, Olab will do anything, even if it is to help them attack Turnest.

The wool pocket was put away and replaced with a new one, for the wool in the old pocket had been beaten into wool felt by the battering ram.

"Hmph." Abu smiled, with the supplies of the city, the Turnestians could make many wool bags, but the walls would still fall, which seemed to him to be a futile struggle.

However, the people of the city did not sit still.

The gates of Tournest slammed open, and a group of heavily armed knights rushed out of the city with armed men, charging towards the location of the battering ram.

However, Abu didn't even move his feet this time, and the long-awaited Faris had already led his men to rush up, and they wanted to take the opportunity to take the city gate!