"Almost...... No, it should be said that in fact time has passed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "William thought to himself. At the same time, once again pierced the neck of a berserker - at the same time, on the river warship of the Polotsk people, the commander of the fleet, George, also pierced the deputy commander in the chest with his sword.

The rebellion on the battleship was thus declared a failure.

"I've always felt that you're just an ignorant child. But no matter how ignorant you are, you shouldn't do that. I never thought you'd do such a thing. ”

George, who had been imprisoned by the deputy commander at the beginning of the war, crouched down and said to his deputy: "Why did you do this? Don't you know what fate would befall Polotsk if this war was lost?" ”

"I ...... Of course you do...... I don't know...... You're right...... You don't know at all, that person...... He, he ......" The deputy commander, the noble kid laughed mockingly, looked at George, and spoke very hard.

"The man? do you mean Earl William? what's wrong with him?" said him, George was a little surprised, and at the same time more anxious to know about it. But before that, the deputy commander had already taken his last breath.

"......" George closed his eyes for him, then sighed. He didn't know exactly what his deputy commander was trying to say. He also didn't know what the grudge he had with William. In this case, though, he insists that he made the right choice. In this situation of foreign invasion, no matter what grievances there are between private individuals, they should put aside and share the same hatred of the enemy.

"Pass my order, turn the muzzle, the target, the Slavians are besieging the city!" shouted George.

After more than ten minutes of adjustment, artillery fire fell on the heads of the berserkers who were besieging the city. In an instant, the Berserker's array became a lot thinner. Attacks become sparse and slower. This relieved the Mystian defenders of the Bayou Fortress.

"Have they changed sex?" William was a little surprised, "but it's not a bad thing. He thought to himself. With artillery, this is easy to do. The Slavic Berserkers were fierce, but William still felt that the final victory would be theirs.

"Why?!What the hell are those Polotsks doing?!" At the same time, Sarida Khan was furious—he suffered greatly from the ambiguous attitude of the Polotsks. If the situation is allowed to continue like this, then his chances of winning are very low – but the situation is different. Before this he had enough artillery to counter the river flotilla in Polotsk. But now, there is nothing he can do.

However, it cannot be said that it is completely powerless.

"Organize soldiers with good water characteristics and launch an attack on the opponent's warships!" After thinking about it for a while, Sarida Khan immediately made such a decision - the current Vistula River is only a few dozen meters wide, and it is in the dry period, so it can be said that the wind and waves are calm. In this case, it is easy to swim to the enemy ship in the middle of the river.

Sarida Khan didn't need them to take the ships or destroy them. Sarida Khan only hoped that they would be able to hold them back, even if only for a moment. As long as he delays long enough for him to succeed in defeating William-

But, of course, it's not an easy job.

Few of the nomadic herders who live on the savannah know how to be watery. On the other hand, centaurs are rarely exposed to water warfare due to their size.

In this case, there are only a handful of sailors that Sarida Khan can find that can be used to attack the opponent......

"No matter - send the centaur archers over!" found his troops in disarray, but completely incapable of carrying out his orders. Sarida Khan gritted his teeth and changed his tactic again - blocking the enemy's ships with a rain of arrows from centaur archers - so that the opponent would be affected somewhat.

With the order of Sarida Khan, on both sides, a large number of centaur archers gathered in the river beach area. With his bow and arrow, he shot at the Polotsk fleet, which was in the center of the channel. Unfortunately, this did not do much - the Polotsk fleet had guards on the side of the ships, and the river sailors were also equipped with helmets and cuirass - and after the other side began to shoot, the artillery on the other side of the Polotsk fleet, facing the east bank of the Vistula, also began to roar. Start attacking those centaur shooters.

The two sides went back and forth, and the fight was a mess. Seeing the body of the centaur shooter torn to pieces by the cannonball, the people of Polotsk sighed for a while - it turns out that the bodies of these centaurs are also made of meat......

Shooter harassment tactics played a little bit. But it's only a little, not a lot. In this case, the Slavic army was crucial - the first wave of berserkers suffered casualties under the bombardment of the city defense forces and naval artillery. At the same time, however, the second wave of the Slavic army still retains most of its strength. If they could use the Potion of Berserk, as Sarida Khan thought, to launch a second wave of assault on the fortress, then Tartaria could still win.

"Now that the pontoon bridge is threatened by the opposing warships, it is no longer possible to want the troops on the east bank to cross the pontoon bridge to increase their strength. At the same time, after withstanding the continuous naval artillery bombardment, the third wave of the opponent's heavy nomadic infantry also suffered heavy losses. Basically lost the ability to fight.

In this case, the second wave of Slavites, bearing the responsibility for deciding the outcome of the war...... "parapet." William sat down reluctantly, supported by two soldiers.

He only felt sore, and he couldn't lift up any strength. In addition, the pain on the outer thigh and two parts of his left arm also reminded him that he was injured.

It's not a big deal, though. But for the time being, William can't go to the battlefield......

Fortunately, for the time being, there is no chance for him to perform on the battlefield.

The second wave of Slavites is undergoing pre-war mobilization. They haven't launched an offensive yet. And if William's prediction was right, they would never have been able to attack.

An arson raft appeared on the surface of the Vistula. Then he drifted along the current towards the pontoon bridge, on which stacks of wood and thatch were poured with fire oil, and in the blink of an eye the pontoon bridge of the Tartarian army was destroyed by the burning raft, so that the Tartarian army built a total of seven pontoon bridges, twice as many as normal. However, the number of arson rafts is much higher.

That's enough to burn down all the pontoons!

In the blink of an eye, the sky-high fire and billowing smoke from the pontoon bridge became the most eye-catching scene on the battlefield.

This caused great unease in the Tartarian army - even worse than the loss of one or two thousand men.

- Their retreat was cut off. There was no way for them to go back. They were stranded on the west bank of the Vistula, on the territory of the Goths—it was already October, and soon, winter would come, and at a time when their wives and children needed them most, they were trapped in a strange and hostile land, from which they could never return.

Many of the Tartarian army, uncontrolled, rushed desperately towards the pontoon, hoping to save even a little pontoon - but unfortunately, the fire was too big. Dozens of arson rafts prepared by the people of Polotsk were almost completely soaked with oil. The burning simply doesn't stop. The Tartarian army poured water on it, but to no avail.

Seeing that the fire is unstoppable. The Tartarian army finally despaired—they had suffered heavy losses, they had fallen to their hearts, and they had no hope of victory. In such a situation, their retreat was cut off again. In such a situation, no one wanted to continue the attack on the Bayou fortress. At the same time, the mood of the second wave of Slavic soldiers became more and more unstable-

After dozens of days of being used as cannon fodder by the Tartarian centaurs, the Slavites themselves' hatred for the Tartarian centaurs has risen to a very dangerous level. And the truncation of the retreat became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The Slavians rioted.

They cut the ropes of the slave soldiers from Ruthenia, Pyrm, and further north to Holmgard and Novgorod. At the same time, he waved his sword at the Slavian officers and nobles who were shouting at them and wanted to crush them. In the light of the fire from the pontoon, the Slavi soldiers shouted, turned around, and ran wildly in the direction of the Nine White Silks. The target was the head of Sarida Khan.

"What the hell is going on?"

The tide of battle was reversed so quickly that Sarida Khan couldn't react for a while. I saw that the Slavites, who were usually docile as sheep, cowardly as rats, and humble as fleas, rushed towards them, and fiercely slashed at them. Sarida Khan was in a trance for a moment - he wasn't ...... Shouldn't they have been victorious? Now, weren't these cannon fodder supposed to attack in the direction of the bayou fortress? Why would they turn around and attack themselves? Did they do the opposite?

In the next moment, Sarida Khan shuddered for a moment, then looked around, hoping that one of his cronies would give him an explanation. But they all turned their heads away from making eye contact with Sarida Khan...... Sarida Khan only felt cold in his hands and feet.

The sound of the flames burning, the roar of artillery, and the frantic roar of the Slavians all merged—and Sarida Khan suddenly realized that his situation was so dangerous.