At the head of the city, the shouts and cheers of the Maisti runners were even louder. In contrast, the Taltalian army was demoralized, www.biquge.info the Taltalian army was slightly demoralized.

"Bastards—aren't they gone?!" some of the Tartarian nobles couldn't help but shout.

However, the gunboats did not make any changes because of their shouting. Along the western side of the Vistula, the gunboats shot out side by side and then dropped anchor. The gunners carried the shells with ease, as if they were on an outing or hunting.

The fleet in Polotsk also has their intelligence network. And their intelligence told them that they didn't need to be afraid of being attacked. Because the army of Tartaria is no longer capable of shelling.

That's it, in the deep waters, the people of Polotsk are very comfortable. They just need to carry the shells, aim, and shoot. That's it, it's as easy as a drill.

Of course, they didn't use practice bullets.

Even the lightest naval guns are one size larger than ordinary infantry guns, and they are the same in terms of barrel and power. There were more than two dozen gunboats in total, each with six twelve-pounder naval guns on one side...... The number of such artillery pieces, as well as the power of the artillery group, were not much inferior to the estuary fortresses in their heyday.

What's more, they shelled from behind the Tartarian army. This makes them a lot more lethal and deterrent.

It's just that...... It's not that it's not without problems.

The Polotsks, after all, were not on the same page as William - and soon William discovered that the aim of their attack was wrong - they did not attack the Slavic berserkers, who were the most threatening to the fortress. The vast majority of the gunboat fire was concentrated on the nomadic units of the third array of the Tartarian army.

Under the onslaught of artillery, the defenceless and defenseless nomadic hoplites wailed and groaned, and were torn apart by the fire of flowering shells fired by the opposing side - however, this did not help the battle situation at the front at all! The Polotsks seemed to have the idea of profiting from the fisherman. Hope to see both the Mestian army and the Tartarians defeated.

"These bastards!" William couldn't help but swing his fist and slam it into the battlements—completely unreliable!

"But...... All in all, their attacks can help us somewhat. The rest, it's up to us. William thought to himself, "Luckily, I have another hole card. ”

He thought to himself. At the same time, he raised the sword in his hand, and then lunged forward, the sword straight into the throat of a berserker. Then he pulled outward, swiping to the right as he pulled out, slashing the throats of the other two berserkers.

In the blink of an eye, three menacing Slavic berserkers died in front of William.

"Go on, don't look at me, pay attention to your own business!" shouted William to the stunned and stunned soldiers beside him—though he had shown his swordsmanship in the city defense battles many times before. But the soldiers who saw this scene for the first time still felt incredible.

At the very beginning of the confrontation, not a single berserker in the area under William's command could climb the walls - and at the moment they came up, William, or Charlumie, had already plunged their swords into their throats.

The speed, the fluidity, and the scene make it feel like it's not a battle, but a little game of whack-a-mole.

Then, as the berserkers attacked the city more and more urgently, William and Charlumi split up after a little discussion, each taking charge of the defense of an area.

In this case, the two walls became the stage for William and Charlumie to show off their skills. Whether it's one-to-one, one-to-many. Or cooperate with other soldiers to attack and defend. William and Charlumie are both handy-

In comparison, Xia Lumi's swordsmanship has heavier marks of opening and closing, and the number of swings and slashes is more. William, on the other hand, prefers light attacks such as stabbing, picking, and wiping. Aim at the enemy's vital points, eye sockets, throat, heart. A stab that kills it cleanly.

Although in terms of visual performance, and from a daunting point of view, Charlumi did a better job than William. But William had more kills than Charlumie - because the berserkers barely thought about defending, parrying, and dodging. They will only attack, and only attack. Attacking against attacking, the competition is the speed of both sides. And in this regard, William has never lost to anyone.

Death, death, and death. In just a few minutes, William walked back and forth within several sections of the parapet wall of about one hundred and fifty meters, and everywhere he went, the corpses of berserkers were covered with the ground. The vast majority of the bodies remained intact. There were even corpses whose wounds were beginning to heal and it was almost impossible to tell that something had happened to them, however, it was true that they were dead. Cut off under William's sword.

In just ten minutes, William had killed hundreds of Slavian berserkers.

"He's a lot better. Holding a brass monocular, Sarida Khan stared at the city, running around like William of a firefighter. I couldn't help but sigh again in my heart: "Why can't I have a son like this?!" Why is there no one among my sons who can be as capable as this young man?"

It was at this time that the messenger sent even worse news to Sarida Khan: "Great Khan! Kublai has come to you for help! Otto von Hereford has struck! Kublai Nayan can't stop him!"

"Let him die and stop Otto for me!" Hearing this, Sarida Khan only felt his blood rush - he grabbed the poor messenger by the collar and shouted at him: "Otto must be stopped! It doesn't matter if he kills all the troops in his hands! If he dies, he will die on the ground!"

"The offensive situation of the fortress is also not optimistic...... Khan. Perhaps we should do a good job-" At Sarida Khan's side, a centaur nobleman tried to persuade Sarida Khan to consider retreating, but the next moment, Sarida Khan's scimitar was unsheathed and the unfortunate man's head was cut off:

"Who else dares to talk nonsense and shake the morale of the army. This is the end!" "Wherever Sarida Khan's scarlet eyes looked, people unconsciously lowered their heads or looked elsewhere - some even thought that Sarida Khan had gone mad. And a madman theory is completely meaningless......

"It doesn't matter, yes, it doesn't matter. Just a little bit of difficulty. We are sad, and the enemy is even more sad. We feel tired, and the enemy is even more tired. We don't think we can hold it anymore, and the goths, we won't be able to hold it anymore!" said Sarida Khan, almost roaring, yelling at his men—but, in a sense, he was not without reason.

On the parapet, William stumbled and almost fell - and he couldn't completely dodge the attack. He only felt a slight pain in his face. But before that, his sword pierced the berserker's chest.

It's a little different from the average berserker. The berserker, clad in fine heavy scale armor, didn't seem completely insane. After confronting William, he did not attack at the first opportunity. Instead, he looked cautiously at his opponent.

"At least the strength of the knight rank. In the end, after solving this opponent, William thought to himself. At the same time, he reached out and touched the place on his face, which was a little painful. Sure enough, he was slightly slashed by the scimitar and bled a little.

"I don't know if it's going to leave a scar. If it breaks, it's bad. As he thought so, he turned sideways, dodged the attacks of several other berserkers, and then stabbed forward, the tip of his sword tapped the berserker's throat a few times, knocking them down and couldn't help but sigh: "A soldier of this level will also use it as cannon fodder without hesitation...... Should I say that Sarida Khan's heart is too big, or should I lament that they don't treat the Slavites as human beings?"

At this moment, the battle has reached a white-hot stage. No matter how much William and Charlumi can fight, it is impossible to protect the entire fortress. In fact, it was already difficult for them to keep a few sections of the parapet safe and sound. And in more places than they could take care of, the Slavian berserkers and the Mestian defenders were in a fierce confrontation. In some areas, it was the Slavian berserkers who had the upper hand.

To make matters worse, there is an endless supply of these soldiers. Behind this group of Slavian berserkers, there are 20,000 Slavian soldiers ready to drink the potion of madness, waiting for the second wave of troops to attack.

"Even without a third wave of nomadic hoplites, two waves of 40,000 troops alone would be enough to overwhelm this poor fortress. Sarida Khan thought to himself. At the same time, he turned a blind eye to the nomadic hoplites wailing under artillery fire, and seemed to have acquiesced to the Bolotsk gunboats, treating the nearly 10,000 soldiers as trade goods in exchange for their denial of artillery assistance to the Mystyan army.

Perhaps, after the war, we can talk to the mercenary merchants. Sarida Khan thought to himself.

After he yelled the herald back, Kublai did not send any more people to ask for reinforcements. Sarida Khan believed that this was due to his success in holding Duke Otto at bay. As a result, neither the land nor the water support forces could provide sufficient assistance. William couldn't turn the tables anyway.

"It's a win...... Although this war has been difficult, I have won it in the end. Sarida Khan thought to himself. For a while, the mood became joyless and sad. It's as if the spiritual realm has been sublimated.