The Knights of the Holy City cleared all the enemies who dared to climb the city, and in silence they cut seven or eight ropes that hung on the walls.

Soon, the battle came to an end for the time being, but the defenders, who had won a small victory, did not cheer.

Outside the city, at least a few thousand steppe warriors densely surrounded the entire fortress.

The baron bent over to observe the situation, the Arsuna army moved in groups, and in the distance there were intermittent commands in foreign languages, and occasionally the screams of a few wounded.

Further on, the Asuna consciously extinguished some of the torches. The darkness stretched over the steppe, the baron's heart sank, and Rothdorf was like a last place shrouded in despair, and the thick walls did not give him a sense of security. At this moment, a hand with an iron glove slapped heavily on his shoulder.

"They're transporting siege equipment. The old knight Jean-Jacques said, his eyes fixed on the chiefs of Assuna who were pointing at the castle on the hills outside the city, they were out of range, and the torches lit up the whole hill with impunity, "and in a moment we will break through and leave here with the bishop." ”

The baron turned his head sharply: "You want to give up Rothdorf? Are you sure we can run through the resistance of thousands of enemies? That's an enemy who grew up on horseback, old man!" Knight Jean Jacques had a hint of impatience on his face, and he retorted to the baron: "The Arsuna are not fools, they can't defeat Rothdorf without siege equipment." They definitely have something to rely on. No reinforcements will be coming anytime soon. If the cardinal is called here, no one will be able to reconcile the kingdom's ・・・・・・" Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud cheer from outside the city.

The enemy archers were scrambling into phalanxes, and the chieftain-looking men looked like they were in serious disagreement. "What are enemy archers going to do?" asked the baron. "Battering ram, ladder!" the old knight's voice was faint under the loud cheers of the Asuna people. At this time, the baron also noticed that the enemy's siege engines were slowly being moved.

The knights of the Holy City hurried to set up their defensive equipment, and several of the strange-looking machines caught the Baron's attention, and next to them stood a young knight with a happy face, who seemed to be talking to a few disdainful-looking knights, talking and adjusting the machines.

The baron turned his head, and the cheers outside the city continued, but the archers continued to line unhurriedly outside range. "Why don't they shoot?" the baron patted the old knight beside him. "Maybe it's infighting, maybe it's to save arrows. I don't know. Jean Jacques shook his head. The chiefs on the opposite hill had ceased to quarrel, and though they were still standing together, they were clearly divided into two factions.

The walls were busy, there were queues under the walls, and there were strange scenes on the battlefield. The two sides of the confrontation were busy with their own affairs, and there was not a single cold arrow or a single provocation.

But with the arrival of the ladders and battering rams, the cheers of the steppe warriors grew louder.

"It's coming. The old knight tightened his sword, the formation of the archers on the opposite side was already formed, and they would undoubtedly provide cover for their own siege.

"The arrows of the Asuna are accurate, but they are mediocre. With the exception of the special arrows of those nobles, few can penetrate our armor. "The old knight is teaching his companions who have never been through the fight with steppe warriors. Before the newcomers could say anything, a long horn sounded from the other side.

All the knights of the Holy City who had experienced the border battles subconsciously lowered their bodies, and the few archers of the Order went up to the city wall with extra bows and arrows, and many knights who thought they were good at archery picked up their bows from them.

Through the gap in the female wall, enemy archers can be seen moving towards the wall. They barely lined up in scattered formations, most of them holding smaller riding bows. "They don't have as far range as we do. The voice of the castle commander came, "First turn heavy arrows, shoot their captain!"

Taking the bow and a pot of arrows handed by the passing archers, the baron set his sights on an officer of Assuna in half-worn chain mail, who marched at the front of the line, his face covered with a scarf, but his slight tact showed that he was a good hand on horseback.

Getting closer, getting closer. The baron held his breath, he was waiting for the commander's order.

"Woo~~~" The horn belonging to the knights of the Holy City sounded, and the archers on the city wall suddenly stood up and leaned towards the infidels with a greeting from Rothdorf.

The baron also stood up, and he steadied his bow and aimed his arrow at the officer in chain mail. Just as he let go of the bowstring, the officer seemed to sense something, and looked over to the baron.

The arrow passed between his eyes, and the officer fell to the ground without saying a word.

Trying his best to wipe the look that had just left in his mind, the baron took a deep breath and moved on to his next target.

The advancing Arsuna archers fell in one piece, and they quickened their speed. The range of the cavalry bow in the hands of the steppe warriors was not as long as that of the infantry bow, and they had to be in a passive position to be beaten.

After three rounds of arrows, the Asuna were freed from their awkward position, and they showed great archery skills that caused the archers of the city wall to reluctantly shrink behind the female wall. Even the baron, after receiving two arrows, had to go for cover.

"Their ladder is coming!" someone shouted. The enemy came running with two ladders, and a large crowd of chaotic Asunas followed behind with scimitars. The commander of the castle saw the same thing, and he made a gesture, and several knights carried the shield-made baffle to the strange machines.

"What are they going to do!" asked the baron, and the old knight shook his head, surrounded by the whizzing of arrows, and several brave archers tried to return fire, but they were all shot by the enemy. One of them fell right beside the baron, and he looked at the baron with his mouth open, as if he wanted to say something.

Jean Jacques looked at the arrow on the archer's chest and shook his head silently. The poor man looked to be in his early twenties at most, his fragile body was not protected by the rudimentary leather armor on his body, blood gradually oozing from behind him, and he struggled to reach out to the baron, who without hesitation grasped the palm that had begun to be cold.

An object was shoved into the baron's hand. Without saying a word, he put the relic into his burqa, and the baron could feel the temperature of the other man about to lose his last life.

The archer tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to make a smiling expression.

He failed.

An unknown soldier, a young and fresh life, just lay on the cold city bricks and swallowed his last breath. Around him, more lives are dying.

Those two strange machines were finally launched.

"What the hell is this TMD?" Jean Jacques's voice actually pierced the entire battlefield.

The machine unleashed a thick wooden stick with various nails nailed into it, and it spun like a giant windmill sideways into Assuna's army.

The battlefield began to fall silent.