In the evening night, Sir Charles' marching army was silent, or in the dark atmosphere no one wanted to say anything.

The Dias family followed in the middle of the group, and because Karl was approved by Count Lens, Count Lens transferred Karl to the army at the front.

The Dias family, including the mercenary Kevin, is only fourteen people, but compared to the time, the temperament is completely different, in order to improve the strength of their own army, Sir Dias and Karl are not stingy with the use of armor and horses, one of the ten levies can ride a horse, at least can travel normally, plus the mercenary Kevin can also ride a horse, the Dias family's troop cavalry has two people at once, plus Carl, Sir Dias, Pyne, It is already possible to form a five-man cavalry charge.

Of course, the rest of the levies were also armed, one by one excitedly wearing heavy armor and holding long swords, and after a short period of a few days of adaptation, they were already able to exert a lot of strength.

The soldiers from other nobles around them looked at them with envy, even some of the lesser nobles, but they were helpless, they all knew that these equipment had been obtained and provided for the soldiers by Sir Karl, known as the "Miracle Karl", and their lord did not have such abilities.

In this era, on the battlefield, there can be a set of thick chain mail, not to mention anything else, generally speaking, it will not die easily, this chain mail is a life amulet, who is not impressed?

Therefore, this "armored division" of only 14 people has become a fairly beautiful landscape.

Soon after the procession marched, a tall, sturdy castle came into view.

Lorrainburg was no worse than Rensburg, with its towers, iron-barred gates, heavily armored guards with long axes, and checkered banners hanging high above the world.

"Ha, isn't that Chris's little guy? How? Time has not yet grown your teeth, and you can't wait to die? At the head of the city, a middle-aged nobleman in luxurious armor said loudly, his voice playful.

Karl's eyes were slightly condensed, he knew immediately who the nobleman was, only the Earl of Lorraine was qualified to laugh at Sir Charles like this.

Sure enough, Sir Charles's face turned ugly in an instant, and he hated being told that he had not dried up, and like so many young men full of pride and ambition, they were the last to be told of it by the old man.

"A young lion can tear his enemies apart!" Sir Charles gritted his teeth and said viciously.

"Hahahaha, ambitious, but I didn't see that the young one was a lion, I only saw a weak and weak kitten." The Earl of Lorraine pointed to the banner of the Chris's family and sneered.

"I hope you can still be so sharp and sharp on the battlefield!" Sir Charles snorted coldly, ignoring it.

"Hey, I'd like to see how capable you are of this kitten!" The Count of Lorraine laughed, turned and walked into the castle under the escort of the axemen.

"Who wants to conquer this castle for me?" Sir Charles asked in a loud voice, turning his horse's head.

"Lord Charles, I am willing to serve you, my knights and army will tear this castle to shreds!"

"I am willing to lead my army to defeat them!"

As soon as Sir Charles' voice fell, two nobles stepped forward and patted their chests.

"Hahaha, well, Baron Mellen and Sir Newt, I'm sure you'll be able to come home victorious!" Sir Charles laughed, and he was delighted that someone was willing to answer his call.

"The older one is Baron Mellen, and the other is Sir Newt." The other half, Sir Dias was introducing his two sons.

"It can be seen that Baron Mellen is a brave and warlike warrior." Carl guessed.

"Yes, Karl, Baron Mellen has been following Earl Lens for a long time, and has participated in many wars against the Flo people, and he is brave and good at fighting, and he is very respected by Earl Lens." Sir Dias explained.

Karl nodded, Baron Mellen's warrior-like temperament was something that armor couldn't stop.

Between the conversations, Baron Mellen and Sir Newt had already reorganized their respective armies, and more than 200 people were slaughtering Lorraineburg, including five knights.

Four of the knights were provided by Baron Melun, while Sir Newt provided only one knight, and most of the sergeants were from Baron Melun.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Seeing that their army was getting closer and closer to Lorrainburg, the general on Lorraine commanded.

Arrows rained down, like God's punishment, and they all sank into the chests of the levies in front.

"Ahhh......hh

The screams and wails were endless for a while, blood was spilled, and the smell of blood was disgusting.

A stubble of conscripts fell, and finally many of them collapsed, turning around and trying to escape.

"Huh!"

The sword light fell, and the fleeing levies fell to the ground in pain as they looked at the knight who had killed them in front of them.

"Don't run away, keep charging me!"

Baron Mellen raised his sword and roared loudly, deserters are definitely the most hateful.

His roar shook many of the levies who tried to escape, and finally those who had been peasants had to continue to rush forward with ladders.

Seeing the sergeants who fell in groups but had to continue to rush forward, Carl's heart couldn't help but tremble, although he had been in this world for so long, it was not that he had no blood on his hands, but this scene still made him a little frightened.

This is the battlefield, there is no bravery in the game to kill the Quartet, and there is no command of the arm that controls the army to point where to fight, only blood and fire, just like those conscripts, there is hell ahead, but there is no heaven behind you, if you don't want to die, you can only continue to rush forward, maybe God will bless you to survive.

As if recognizing his son's discomfort, Sir Dias patted Karl on the shoulder.

Carl took a deep breath, finally relented, and glanced at his father gratefully.

Pine, on the other hand, was not the slightest bit strong, but rather excited, as if it was not himself who wanted to rush up.

Carl couldn't help but sigh, sure enough, people are different, some people are born suitable for the battlefield, maybe in the eyes of others they are reckless, but on the battlefield they are fierce generals!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

A dull voice came, but it was Sir Newt and his forty men in his hand to form a procession to storm the walls, carrying heavy logs in their hands, and slamming them again and again.

It's just that it is obvious that their impact has not played a role, and the heavy wooden door has not moved at all, and it can be guessed that there must be a lot of soldiers blocking behind the wooden door.

"Father, maybe we can choose to set the city gate on fire?" Karl asked with a deep groan.

Sir Dias smiled dumbly and said, "Haha, Karl, your idea is good, but you must know that there is a hole in the top of the city gate, and others can splash water, how can it be burned casually?" ”

Carl was stunned, a little embarrassed, he really asked a mentally handicapped question, what he can think of does not mean that others can't think of it, although these people are not as well-informed as him in the 21st century, but it does not mean that others are stupid.

Sir Dias seemed to be very interested in his youngest son's deflatedness, and his beard trembled with laughter.

Karl shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch the battle, this was his first exposure to siege warfare, and there was much to learn.

"Sonorous!"

One of Baron Mellen's knights climbed the ladder supported by the levies and slashed down a guard at the top of the wall with a single sword.

"Good!"

Many people in the city were shouting that it was a very important step to get to the top of the city, and it was worth sacrificing a large number of levies, at least in the eyes of the nobles.

"Go back!"

Suddenly an axe soldier rushed out of the city, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and at a glance he knew the horror of his power.

Under the continuous attack of the other party, the knight could not gain a stable foothold, and was forced to retreat again.

This siege of the castle is a constant tug-of-war, with flesh and blood flying across the battlefield like a mill, but the knights are better, and only two knights have been injured so far, and it is not fatal, and the hard chain mail is their barrier.

But even this does not mean that they are fine, just like the knight who was repelled by the axe just now, fell from the castle tower, although there were ladders and other cushions, but in this way down, even if he did not die, let alone break a few bones.

Seeing that the battle situation was a little erosive, Sir Charles's face was a little ugly, but there was nothing to be done, siege warfare was like this, a strong castle was the capital for the nobles to settle down, and it was normal to have such a defense.

The battle continued until late at night, when the view was almost completely lost, and it was clear that Lorrainburg had not been taken, or even an inch, so Sir Charles and the others had to retreat to the loud laughter of the other side, and set up camp for the next day's attack.

"Father, the enemy's defenses are too strong, and it will be very difficult for us to overcome."

In the main tent, Sir Charles told the Earl of Lens about today's siege.

The Earl of Lens frowned, and the stubbornness of the enemy was indeed beyond his expectations.

"Calm down my son, that guy from the Count of Lorraine is not a fuel-efficient lamp, this time I underestimated the enemy, but even so we have to overcome, this is your first time leading troops, you can't fail." The Earl of Lens looked at Sir Charles, who was a little uneasy, and said slowly.

"I know, father." Sir Charles nodded, calming himself down.

"Lord Earl, Sir Karl asks to see you." Just then, a guard walked in.

"Sir Karl? What did he come to do? Count Lens was a little confused, but allowed Karl to be invited.