"Sir Sir, we have Dortmund Castle ahead of us." Kevin pointed to the huge fortress that was faintly visible in the distance, and forced a trembling voice.

After all...... That's Dortmund Castle! As long as the entire Dortmund county is occupied, the lord's army can send its own army around Dortmundburg, and every village and town is firmly in his hands.

"What a castle!" Sir Vahn of the Knights of St. John couldn't help but admire, he had a relationship with Carl and the others, and this time he was also the commander of the Knights of St. John.

Dortmund Castle is indeed a majestic castle, and its towers are the majestic guardians of the castle, watching all intruding enemies, and the thick stone walls make people despair, and the countless traces of swords and axes on the stone walls tell the glory of this place, and the iron gates fall, and the sword cannot break through its defenses.

The winding mountain road is the only entrance to the castle, and once you enter the mountain road, the high arrow tower will not mind telling them what awe is.

The defenders of Dortmund Castle had already discovered them, after all, the army of several hundred people was gathered, the flag was fluttering in the battle array, and the archers standing on a height of more than ten meters would not fail to find it.

Every soldier was watching them nervously, and if it weren't for the distance, they would have been shooting.

But they weren't worried, after all, this majestic castle could repel any enemy who wanted to encroach on it, and every Flo believed in it, and it had not been a Dirkman nobleman in so many years.

"Sir Sir, they don't seem to be many." Sir Vane squinted, although he couldn't see how many people were on the wall, but he could see the archers on the tower, only about forty or fifty, and he could see how many soldiers were left behind.

"Hah, that's thanks to ......" Kevin couldn't finish his sentence when he was stopped by a stern look from Carl.

Kevin knew that he was speechless, and quickly closed his mouth, and if he continued to talk, something big would happen.

"What?" Sir Vane was a little confused, he felt that something was wrong.

"Kevin wants to say that thanks to those Flo barbarians, a civil war broke out, and all the soldiers were transferred, otherwise we wouldn't have been given a chance!" Karl lightly dispelled Vahn's doubts.

"This is the savagery and stupidity of these Flos, and only if they believe in the Lord, the Lord will bless and bless them." Sir Vane smiled, gesturing at the cross, with a reverent expression.

Carl breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, just now Kevin almost leaked out the matter of his cooperation with the chief of Dortmund, this is amazing, whether these religious knights like worldly things or not, but as long as they blaspheme God, they will definitely go crazy, and now Carl doesn't dare to offend them, and he has to rely on their strength.

In fact, Karl not only agreed to cooperate with the Dortmund chieftain, but also tricked him, and privately sent someone to contact the Dortmund chieftain, telling the other party how many knights and servants he would produce, which was also the Dortmund chieftain without having time to inform the Norma chief on the premise that he suddenly decided to transfer most of the army in the hope of defeating Lopper's army in one fell swoop.

"Sir Vahn, will you fight with me?" Karl turned his gaze back to Sir Vahn, who had always been a little uneasy about these religious knights.

"Honorable Lord, as long as you are fighting the infidels, then the Knights of St. John will follow you, and our sword will be waved to spread the gospel of the Lord!" Sir Vahn held his sword down, and his face carried a sense of sacredness that no ordinary person could comprehend, as did the other members of the Knights of St. John, a group of beings who valued the Lord more than anything else.

"Very good!" Karl nodded in satisfaction, then turned over and dismounted, the same goes for the knights, they are the besieging side, and the war horses are useless at such times, so the knights will fight on foot below.

Don't underestimate the knights who fight on foot, the knights who are armed to the teeth are invulnerable, and the military literacy from small training to adulthood makes their swords sharp!

"Archer, smear asphalt!"

As Karl gave the order, several strong men with buckets of asphalt on their backs rumbled the barrels on the ground, and the archers who had already rehearsed quickly surrounded them, smearing the black and sticky substance that made people can't help but think about something disgusting, of course, they couldn't take these things with their hands, just stuck the arrows in and rolled them a few times.

"Sir, this doesn't smell good." Sir Vane frowned, although he was not a man of cleanliness, but he was also a little disgusted at the moment.

"Trust me Sir Vane, you'll love it, you say it doesn't smell good, but in my nose it's better than anything else, and the enemy will tremble before it." Carl laughed, as long as he could win, even if it was, he would admit it.

"Does this thing really work?" Sir Vane was deeply skeptical, did he want to take this thing and the other party stinked to death?

"Don't worry, Sir Vahn, I'm not going to joke with my life." Carl said seriously, this is a war, not a child's play, once it fails, it is very likely to be captured and killed.

"I hope you're right." Sir Vane smacked his mouth, he had never seen anything like this fighting.

"Prepare the torches!"

Someone inside took out the flint and steel, and took out a large bundle of torches, and after a while, the torches lit up one by one, making Carl and his party extremely conspicuous in the dark environment.

"What are those cowardly Dillman people doing? Are they a bunch of fools? The Flo people on the walls looked at each other, and the archers on the towers didn't figure out what was going on.

It stands to reason that the other party should try to hide himself as much as possible, so as not to be exposed to the bow and arrows? How could there be such a thing, as if they were afraid that the defenders would not see the enemy.

"Hahaha, it's a group of fools who came to attack the city, since that's the case, there's nothing to worry about, when the time comes, catch them all, and maybe give us a reward when the chief returns!" A warrior-looking guy shook his chain mail and walked in laughing.

The surrounding soldiers immediately showed envious looks, and the warrior had satisfaction in his eyes.

The Flo people are not like the Dillmans, their iron-smelting skills are not good, and even very poor, it's not that they can't make chain mail, but that kind of kung fu is too difficult, and even then they haven't built many sets, so at this moment, how can this warrior not be enviable when he appears wearing a full set of chain mail.

"It's all up to Lao Tzu, once they are in range, attack directly, don't have any hesitation!" The warrior gave his own order, and at this time the chief of Dortmund was not there, so he was the commander here.

"Yes, my lord!" The soldiers nodded, returning their attention to Carl and his party.

"In terms of time, Sylvia's side should have already fought, but I don't know how Sylvia is playing and whether there are too many losses." Karl thought to himself that they had not heard any news of the Dortmund chieftain coming back for so long, so one thing was certain, and that was that Sylvia had succeeded in dragging the other party within the confines of Fort Carmel, creating conditions for him.

"After all, it has to be as soon as possible!"

Sylvia won't hold out for long, and according to his orders, they will choose to retreat when things are not good, and let those Flo dogs bite the dogs.

"Light infantry, go up, hang up the long ladder or something for Lao Tzu!" With a wave of Karl's sword, the hundreds of light infantry immediately raised the pitchfork and rushed in the direction of Dortmund Castle, and the enemy archers were already in good standby.

They didn't want to die, but they had no choice, they were followed by lords and knights who were eyeing each other, and if they retreated and fled, they would surely meet with disaster.

"I'm sorry." Carl sighed secretly, the light infantry basically has no combat power, they are all cannon fodder-level existence, in fact, Carl is indeed just using them as cannon fodder, he wants these people to consume the enemy's arrows, and hang up the long ladder and everything, as long as this can be done, then everything is easy to do.

"Rush!" The light infantry pushed each other, and the peasants, who had been in the fields not so long ago, had no discipline at all, and for them they just had to go to their destination as they had been told.

Sure enough, this move is very effective, there are not many archers in Dortmund Fort after all, and not all of them are marksmen, often it takes several arrows to kill an enemy, which makes them very difficult!

"Has the chief been notified?" The warrior from before frowned, pressed his hands on the city wall, and looked at the dense enemy troops below, his face finally changed a little, he never expected that there were so many enemies!

"A scout has been dispatched, he will arrive as quickly as possible and report to the chief, and when the chief returns with the army, these people will all die!"

Hearing the warrior's question, someone immediately explained it to him.

"Very well, then we will definitely make Dortmund Castle impregnable until the chief returns!"

The guards are like angry children, one by one saying that they can win the victory by what they do.

The warrior smiled but didn't reply, he just frowned deeply, everyone knows the solidity of Dortmund Castle, and he recognizes it in his heart to be able to repel the enemy by relying on this castle, and he thinks so, but I don't know why, I feel that my heart is always messed up today, and it seems that something bad will happen......