"Understood. Sovereign. Robin Hood bowed his head deeply, then turned around, his face full of murderous intent.

"Oh, what's the matter, are you going to shoot arrows here?" saw that Robin Hood didn't go any further. Charles, Duke of Burgundy, next to Egil, was slightly surprised. It turned out that although Egil said that he was "out of range of crossbow arrows", several monarchs were more afraid of death. Their current position should be about 420 meters from the walls of Marseille. This distance has greatly exceeded the effective range of a normal longbow. And look at the guy at the head of the city, he is wearing either heavy chain armor or plate chain composite armor. If the strength of the bow and arrow is small, it will definitely not be able to shoot to death.

"Rest assured. Viscount Robin Hood was measured. Egil chuckled, but he was confident in his subordinate.

And Robin Hood did this because he understood the orders of his own lord. Knowing that his lord actually wants to choose a target, let himself represent the Norman kingdom and stand in front of several other monarchs. In this case, Robin Hood deliberately did not move forward and walked within the predetermined effective range, but stopped where he was, took his longbow off his back, and then took out two bowstrings from his pocket, and wound them very quickly. I tried the tightness and feel again. Aim a little more. There was a plan.

"Such a bow...... Can you pull it open?" Robin Hood's approach also made Philip, the king of France next to him, feel strange. Also ask out loud.

"Look closely. Egil replied again.

So Robin Hood carefully took out a special long arrow made of stainless steel from his quiver, gestured at it, and then, in order to prevent the bowstring from cutting his fingers, replaced it with a special lightweight, leather glove, which would protect only the bottom finger and expose the top two fingers. So it doesn't have much impact on accuracy.

"Look. Robin Hood confidently raised his longbow, and then the bow opened like a full moon, and the arrow shot like a meteor. When the people looked over again, they saw the head of the city of Marseille, and the body of the Reya, who was still impassioned, shook twice, and then he stepped into the air and fell from the head of the city of Marseille. Life and death unknown.

Seeing Robin Hood so sharp, the other monarchs were a little stunned for a while, and Edward of Aquitaine also had a small number of longbowmen serving. He was also an excellent longbowman in his own right. There is a way for laymen to see the liveliness, and insiders to see the doorway. Philip and Charles only praised each other, but Edward looked solemn.

"I have a reluctant request, Viscount Robin Hood, can you show me your longbow?" asked Edward.

Robin Hood turned to see Egir nodding slightly, and presented his longbow with both hands.

"The bow is one meter two long and has multiple hooks...... Up to five bowstrings can be hung and the material is ...... It seems to be purple shirtwood. But the general purple shirt doesn't seem to have such a tough surname. This bowstring is...... What kind ......of silk is this? I've never seen it before," Edward looked left and right, but still couldn't understand it. In the end, he reluctantly returned the longbow to Robin Hood. After that, he didn't look at the battlefield again. My eyes rolled, and I didn't know what I was thinking. And Robin Hood, after performing some bows and arrows, also stepped forward to command the longbowmen.

At this moment, two hundred meters, the longbowmen were already within effective range. Then there was a rain of arrows, because all the staff were equipped with the same kind of leather gloves mentioned earlier (the wrench mentioned earlier seemed to be wrong). Because of the different ways of drawing the bow, the longbowman does not use the thumb to draw the bow, but the thumb + index finger middle finger), so the longbowmen can shoot continuously and non-stop, forming a denser network of arrows than before. In fact, in addition to killing and injuring the enemy, this kind of attack is more effective in deterring and suppressing. However, the requirements for accuracy are not very high. Just aim a little, and you'll be pretty much good - anyway, in this era, it's all about dense formations, group charges. Don't be afraid of missing shots.

In this way, the defenders gathered at the head of the city of Marseille were baptized by a rain of arrows. The Italian militiamen with iron helmets and chain mail were slightly better. Because the terrain is high and there is a pheasant moat. As a result, not many were shot, and most of the injuries were not fatal.

However, the armed citizens of Marseille were miserable. Countless people were shot by the continuous rain of longbows and arrows. However, this is still not the point, the most important thing is to destroy the morale of these citizens. The vast majority of these people are on the battlefield for the first time. I've never seen such a dense crowd before...... Rain of arrows.

Speaking of which, humans have always had a bit of a phobia of density. Especially when this dense stuff can kill people.

"Squat!Cover your head with a shield!!"

Although there were also some noble officers of Genoa during this period, who wanted to direct these guys to make effective defensive moves. But it was completely useless. Seeing corpses, blood, a rain of arrows and French soldiers roaring towards them. It is already a precious thing that these citizens did not faint in fright. And some of the guys who obeyed the orders of the Reyaans and crouched down to protect their heads, but instead they were knocked down by their own comrades, and then dozens or hundreds of people stepped on them. Just hung up.

In this way, under the cover of the Norman longbowmen, the French successfully came to the city wall and erected a makeshift ladder. After that, he covered his head with a shield and began to climb.

"Damn it, resist, resist!" Draw your sword and kill several French routs. This stabilized the situation. However, the three-meter-high walls, it didn't take long for the French army to climb up. And so the battle raged at the head of the city.

"Damn, if it weren't for these bastards. Maybe we can defend for a longer time!" thought some of the noble officers of Renaya angrily.

However, after the initial panic, the armed citizens of Marseille calmed down a little. Fight with the French soldiers of their compatriots.

At this point, the shouts of killing at the head of the city were continuous. The two armies, which were overwhelmingly French, clashed fiercely.

Egil looked at it for a while, and then he felt annoyed.

There is nothing new, no creativity, no suspense in such a war. Although it is quite pleasing to watch the French fight with themselves. But think about it again, in fact, I also have a confidante who is an authentic Frenchman. Egil frowned. Then snapped his fingers. Nemulis, the spy chief who was ignored by almost everyone, understood and immediately stepped forward and leaned his ear closer. Listening to his own lord's command for a while, he immediately nodded yes. Immediately after, a strange horn sound was heard from the coalition camp.

After hearing the sound of the horn, at the west gate of Marseille City, more than a dozen guys who looked similar to ordinary Marseille citizens glanced at each other. After that, he quickly ran to the predetermined weapon hiding place, dropped the wooden shield and short spear in his hand, drew the short sword and dagger that had been hidden in the snow for a long time, and then rushed towards the Renaya defenders at the city gate.

"Who are you?!What are you going to do?!" the noble officer of Genoa, who guarded the gates, asked in accented French - only to be answered by a fierce gaze and the shiny daggers in the hands of the Assassins.

In close-quarters combat, these lightly armed assassins, armed with swords and daggers, were at ease in this skirmish, killing the same number of Reyaans as they were, and the citizens of Maasai who were several times their own in a matter of minutes. Then he quickly opened the gates of the city.

Immediately after, an assassin pulled out a whistle from his bosom and blew it hard, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air immediately spread far away. The Norman army on the west side, which received the news, quickly sent the fastest professional hussars to charge towards the city gate. The Norman army followed.

"Damn!!!

However, it was the defenders of Marseille who came faster than the Normans. Seeing that his own city gate was suddenly missed, and the Norman hussars on the opposite side were about to rush over. Both the Renaya and the Maasai are in a hurry. Hundreds of soldiers even jumped directly from the city wall (three meters high, no one could be killed) and rushed towards the dozen or so assassins.

Seeing so many enemies, the Assassins did not retreat, wielding their blades and performing a series of unbelievable combat techniques. With extreme dexterity and extremely ruthless movements, he held on for thirteen seconds.

Thirteen seconds. Fifteen against a thousand. Inside the narrow city gate. The Assassins were wiped out.

However, this is enough.

The hussars in the front row grinned, jumped into the crowd, and directly crushed a large number of defenders. Immediately after that, the scimitar in his hand swung and harvested life.

The gates changed hands. Marseille was on the verge of falling...... At this moment, at the northern wall, Nemulis appeared beside Egil again.

"Got it. "The director of spying has such a simple and straightforward report.

"Oh. Egil casually agreed. At the same time, he looked at the side of the city wall that was still struggling to fight, and the French were fighting each other. I felt the urge to laugh.

Battlefield Assassin is really a very useful class.

Egir flicked his horsewhip and turned around, ready to leave.

"Where is Your Majesty going, the battle is not over yet!" said Philip II, King of France.

"No! it's over! let's go back and celebrate!" said Egil, finally laughing. At the same time, Philip II clearly saw the chaos at the head of the city, vaguely mixed with shouts ......such as: "The city is broken!

(To be continued)