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Giovanni divided us into groups of about forty people.

One team used their bows and crossbows to force away the opposing defenders, the second team carefully cleared the barricades on the mountain road, and the third team was the largest and served as a reserve. If someone from the first team can't continue to fight because they're tired, they'll take their place, and someone from the second team will be replaced by them as soon as they're injured. I started in the second team, but because I had too little strength, I was thrown into the first team.

It must have been some kind of magical power blessed by the demon, and I saw a huge rock split into three pieces, and the cracks in the stone were still warm to the touch. A foul stench filled the entire barricade that choked tears.

The barricade looked very cluttered, but once a corner was cleared, the defender's defensive composition was revealed: it was a barricade made of two large logs and six boulders, stacked on top of each other, stuffed with smaller stones and sand in the middle. From the outside, it may seem like moving away from a mountain, but now, whenever we encounter an obstacle, the Salanders push out the big barrels, break the logs, or loosen the stones that clasp each other.

The Guardians did not seem to be more surprised than we were, and they chattered above the tower, and then began to send their soldiers out javelins and arrows at us. The defenders' defenses were set up very carefully, and they were always able to ensure that there were many soldiers on the flanks to shoot at us, and many soldiers condescendingly threw their javelins or put on their crossbow strings to shoot at us.

One of the spearmen in my squad was shè through the calf, and he held his leg and howled for a long time before Kruzkal carried him down, and the Valans did not want to carry him, the traditional power was still so strong, and the Valans felt that contact with the wounded or dead would cause bad luck, but the Rodoks did not pay much attention to it.

The last time boyard threw a stone into our campfire, he was even worse, and one of the farmers in his squad was pierced in the chest with a javelin. I moaned for a long time before I died. Duration. The Valan soldiers offered the result, but the Salanders insisted that the javelin had not hurt the heart and could be saved, and the two sides argued for a long time, but no one came to the rescue, and then the farmer died of pain, and may he be in peace.

My squad of soldiers was drawn to take part in the demolition of the barricades. And Cruzcal and I participated in shè arrows. My arrows either landed on the barricades or flew high over the guards. The boyard archers would put their faces close to my face and scold me with all the swear words, and I would squint my eyes to make sure that the foaming stars did not fly into my eyes.

Even the farmers in the forest are very good at shè arrows. Their arrows will turn around in the air at an angle, piercing almost vertically into the guardian's body. I saw with my own eyes a farmer shè fall a guardian, and when the guardian fell, his companions on either side looked back in a daze, not knowing where the arrow had come from.

"From heaven." I told the fellows in my heart, then pulled my arrow out of the dirt in front of my feet, rubbed the mud off my trouser leg, and drew my bow shè arrow.

The temperature was unusually hot and muggy. Sweat was pouring down from the inside of my helmet. It got into my collar. My fingers were already sore and I couldn't draw the bow, so I could only follow the instructions as best I could. Draw the bow shè arrow together. When the guards approached the barricades, the boyars would order us to strike, and when the defenders had suffered losses and retreated, we would march in unison towards one place. At this time, one of the boyars archers will shè a whistle arrow that makes a sound, so that we can see the trajectory of the arrow, and then we will try a shè on our own and estimate how far away from the target, and then the captain of the boyar archers will order us to shè in groups, so that we can ensure that each shè hit some enemies.

Salander's internal hierarchy is quite strict, and their mercenaries treat their mercenary captains almost like their own fathers. While camping the night before, one of Salander's mercenary captains had for some reason cut a bloody mark on the face of a mercenary spearman with a knife, and the mercenary showed no resistance except for a few shiveres. I later learned that the captain had done this only because the spearmen had forgotten to add a spicy spice that the Salanders loved to eat when they fetched food for him.

At this time, I found the Salander spearman with a scratch on his face carrying stones and wood fragments in the distance, while beside me, Salander's mercenary captain was unarmoured, drinking from a silver kettle, and looking at his men indifferently.

This delicate scene was interesting to me, and it was estimated that the Salander spearman was killed by an arrow, and the captain's eyebrows would not jump.

When a batch of wreckage had been removed, the archers led us forward, and began to strike more intensively, forcing the defenders back. The brigade in charge of the transport slowly retreated, retreating beyond the opponent's largest distance. Then, the main event returns. The Salander craftsmen, armed with their powerful weapons, consulted with each other for a long time, then took two large and three small kegs, pushed out the broken cart, and pushed towards the barricade.

At first, the defenders would rush up and try their best to smash the Salanders, but this time, the soldiers had no intention of attacking, and they waited patiently for the Salanders to approach the barricades. On several occasions, the captain of the boyar's archers, seeing the enemy moving, thought that they were going to attack, and ordered us to take our bows, but in the end we did not meet the enemy archers in droves, so he ordered us to relax and continue to watch. What kind of equipment do the defenders seem to be tinkering with, is it a torsion catapult?

"What's wrong this time?" I was secretly calculating.

It's getting hotter and hotter, and the sweat that comes out for the first time sticks the thick clothes to my back, and I guess salt has formed out. When I got back to the camp, I had to take a shower, with cold water, and drenched it from my head, uh, it didn't seem healthy, I still paid someone to boil a big bucket of water, and it was better to do it secretly, the Valans despise people who bathe regularly.

The Salanders went under the barricade, and several of them lay on their stomachs and crawled under the barricade. Start installing those barrels in the right places. One or two Salanders struck the barricades with iron hammers. Take a look at those areas that are easier to clear.

Defenders, come out and surrender quickly, èbié are mercenaries, Giovanni started as a mercenary, he will know what you need, come out to meet us. If only every battle was as easy as the first time.

One of the defenders poked his head out of the barricade, and the boyarfoot archers immediately ordered the arrows to be fired. As we all bent down to get our arrows, I looked up at the barricade and saw that the second and third defenders were sticking out their helmeted heads at the same time. These guys must have been lying on the ground near the barricade just now, or we wouldn't have seen it at all. Regardless of their heights, the men jumped off the barricade and stabbed the Salanders, who were only holding tools. The Salanders began to resist with all their might. And one of our brigades approached at the right time. These defenders are finished, and we need to catch them alive, so that we will know the details of the trading post.

And why didn't the defenders in the outpost get closer? The soldiers lined up outside their walls, and crossbowmen stood by around them. Only one of our Salanders was stabbed down, and the situation was nothing to worry about until one of the Salanders screamed.

When the defenders struck a Salander, they didn't panic; While the javelins pierced their comrades, the Salanders did not waver; But this time. The people of Salander suddenly panicked.

I squinted my eyes and looked over. One of the defenders was seen holding a lit spear, which seemed to have a piece of tarpaulin wrapped around the tip of the spear, lit it and made a large torch. That guy after his comrades had created enough panic. Leaping from the barricade, he struggled to plunge his spear into the barrel.

Does this matter?

The Salander craftsmen let out a scream that shattered the heavens and the earth, "Don't come here! Don't come here! ”

But our brigade continued to advance, and more than forty people were densely surrounded like a net, and several Salanders who tried to escape were also blocked, and gathered around the barricades.

The defenders in the distance suddenly lowered their helmets together under some kind of order, and all the farmers also looked at the ground, only our people were still a little confused, and our forty or so soldiers quickly killed a few defenders who ran out, and burst into cheers These few fools, a few people came out, didn't they send them to death?

Immediately, the Salanders, the Valans, the Rhodoks, and the defenders were drowned out in a white light.

That kind of vat actually spewed out flames at this time.

Isn't that something that only the people of Salander can do in cāo?! Isn't it after the Salanders disperse that these large barrels erupt on their own? At this time, the people of Salander obviously didn't have cāo to do them, so how could they fail?

The dense brigade of soldiers was like dead leaves scattered by the wind, I have never seen such a scene like hell, the stumps scattered like cracked melons and fruits, and flew into the sky, and the soldiers in the innermost circle died almost instantly, and the soldiers outside were killed by stones. We lost more than twenty soldiers at once, and the surviving ones were wounded of varying severity.

I looked back and saw the mercenaries drawing their swords and questioning the Salander artisans that Giovanni had brought, asking them why they had triggered the weapon to harm our own. The captain of the Salander mercenaries was furious, smashed the bottle, and ordered his soldiers to line up to climb over the barricades to attack the defenders, and the spearman, who had been stabbed in the face, was stunned by the sight just now, and when he heard the order, he did not move, and the captain of Salander saw it as a coward's act and drew his scimitar.

"Kruzkal," I said to the Rhodocians, "Guntz," this is one of my Varan farmers, "go help that fellow!" I pointed to the Salander mercenaries in the distance. The two of them immediately ran to stop the mad Captain Salander.

Knock, knock, knock.

I turned my head, and the defenders had finished their formation and began to march to the beat of the drums, shouting and erecting a surprisingly tall tower: I looked closely and saw that it was actually a 'sail' made of countless planks, and the defenders pushed it to the barricade, and then to it. The wooden sail collapsed, and a diagonally protruding gangplank was stacked on the south side of the barricade, the end of which was only two or three meters above the ground, and a person could not be injured if he jumped.

Then the defenders' drumbeat accelerated.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless defenders poured out, and inside the sunset, shining helmets, yīn's heavy faces, accompanied by a foul smell, the defenders were like demons who had escaped from hell. And our queue is still scattered.

I'm hotter and sweaty.