"Camellia, have you seen any women and children in this group?" Gu Guo asked Sulpa who was standing beside him.

"Not among the people besieging the city, but I saw a few over there." Camelina pointed in one direction, which was the direction of the dozen or so bonfires that Gu Guo couldn't see clearly.

"It's strange that the 1,000-odd people besieging the city are thinner than when we lived in the caves."

Hearing this mention, Gu Guo suddenly thought of an unpleasant result - these people were all slaves, and the dozen or so people in the direction of the bonfire were the slave owners.

Slavery was the most exclusive system in Gu Guo's previous life, as if it was instinctively resisted by moral purity, so when integrating the surrounding tribes, he did not practice slavery that could concentrate and expand the productive forces.

But someone did it, and it seems to be doing quite well so far, at least under his deduction, it is indeed a challenge to gather a population of about 2,000 people with slavery.

"The leader of the other party is also a traverser...... Gu Guo pondered.

For those soldiers on night watch, tonight was destined to be a difficult night.

As soon as the sky was bright, Gu Guo climbed up to the lookout again, climbed high and looked down, because of the layout that was blind and blind last night, he could see it at a glance at this moment.

More than 300 slave soldiers were encircled on the north, west, and south sides of the wall, and these people sat scattered on the ground, and only when the clubs were drawn against them did they stand up with agility.

Gu Guo shook his head, these people are just a rabble, once the siege battle starts, dozens of people will die in their front row, and they will scatter.

What he cared more about was the nearly 1,000 well-equipped troops sitting three hundred meters to the north.

It is said that it is well-equipped, but it is also compared to the slave soldiers, compared to the six hundred spears and Ge on Gu Guo's side, those stone axes and stone spears in their hands are the weapons of the previous era, and in the game of civilization, Gu Guo's soldiers alone have 2 more attack power than the opposite side.

As for the supply, with the efforts of everyone, they finally had enough food in the city for nine months before noon, and Gu Guo was not worried about the situation of the group of people outside the city who were surrounded but not fighting.

Although Torle tamed a flock of sheep in the course of his campaign from north to south, it was impossible for them to hold out on to the siege for more than half a month with goat's milk and mutton alone.

As a nobleman of the principality of Kievan Rus', Torle was naturally well versed in "all tactics" of siege, and it was impossible to besiege and dig tunnels, and his food reserves did not allow him to squander them so much.

Judging from the ravines of the land outside the city, the main source of food for the people of the city was definitely grain, not hunting and herding like them, and the wealth of the people of the city made Thorle swallow his saliva.

As for the renegade people in the city, don't think about it inside and outside, just judging from the appearance of those people on the city wall as if they were facing a great enemy, this battle will not work.

So he was left with only one last option - a strong attack.

Gu Guo saw hundreds of besieging people running to the upper reaches of the Tao River, several kilometers away, to cut down trees, and he was familiar with the ancient siege routines at a glance to know what this group of people were doing - temporarily cutting down trees to build siege equipment.

Ladders, ramming cars, siege towers......

He rehearsed all the ways he could think of a siege weapon, with a three-bow bed crossbow in hand, and all the protection of the siege soldiers was a paper tiger.

Tolle, a few kilometers away, was now directing his slaves and privates to cut down trees with stone axes, and the six-meter-wide trench didn't use too long ladders, and his mind was now full of fantasies of looting after the city was broken, and countless food and carcasses had been replayed in his mind many times.

Under the twig of the twigs, the slaves tied the ladder and the raft sturdily, and it was surely them who would have walked in the front row when the time came, so they dutifully completed these things that might save their lives.

The slaves worked quickly, and the amount of food they ate depended on the progress of the construction, and after two days of work, hundreds of slaves finally ate meat that they had not seen for a long time.

However, in the eyes of many slaves, this meal was a severed head meal to send them on their way.

Early in the morning of the third day, the offensive of Torre began.

Four hundred slaves were divided into two groups to feint from the east and west, while the main attack in the north gathered 600 slaves and 800 private soldiers.

A total of 1,400 people trampled on the wheat fields, and the ridges that had been raised like bread were flattened by the crowd.

Billowing smoke and dust rolled up behind the slaves who were driven forward at a trot, and several slaves in the front row carried the wooden rafts together, shields that required the combined efforts of eight people to lift, discouraged the arrows of this era.

The slave teams that feinted on the east and west, Gu Guo each sent fifty people to deal with them, and under the beckoning of dozens of arrows, the two groups of people rushed a few times and retreated.

Without private soldiers and slave-owning overseers, they would not have come forward to die in vain, one by one hiding a hundred meters away to grind foreign workers, occasionally shouting and rushing a few times, and making a show to the private soldiers on the frontal battlefield, praying that they would not blame themselves after their victory.

On the north wall of the main battlefield, Pigskin and Camelina led five hundred people to hide behind the female wall, looking at the whole row of enemies pushing the wooden platoon in front of them, Camelina hurriedly asked people to adjust the shooting angle of the bed crossbow.

As the army of slaves of Torre stepped over a certain marker stone coated with white lime powder, a loud cry was heard from the city walls.

"Put!"

Four arrows with tremendous kinetic energy shot forward, and the one-meter-long arrows pierced into the wooden rafts held by the slaves.

The three slaves were shot through the chest on the spot, and the bronze arrows easily broke through the wooden defenses, tearing Torle's proud defenses to shreds like chopsticks stabbing tofu.

Arrows passed through the unprotected chests of the slaves, their ribs and internal organs were cut to pieces, and blood spurted out of the ruptured arteries like a fountain, splashing the faces of the slaves around them.

The three penetrated slaves were lying unconscious on the ground before they could let out a terrible howl, and would eventually die from organ failure and blood loss.

At this time, the front row of the slaves was still two hundred meters away from the city wall of Gu Guo, and the fear from the unknown stopped the slaves within more than twenty meters of the vicinity.

The sparse line of slaves following behind and the slaves still holding wooden rafts in the distance did not understand what was happening, and hundreds of people were still rushing forward.

"Put!"

After more than half a minute, the three-bow bed crossbow on the city wall was wound again with a winch, this time there was no need to aim, and the wooden raft that stopped in place was the best target.

Two more slaves were shot and nailed to the ground, their bellies and mouths dripping with blood, their eyes wide open, and their expressions of disbelief relieved.

The flying arrows surpassed the cognition of this group of slaves, moving forward is death, turning around and running back will be corrected by private soldiers on the spot, facing the front row of slaves who are both dead, they can only bite the bullet.