"Second, you don't have many people now. Surrender as soon as possible and hand over the food and all your money. We can still spare you a way to survive. Otherwise, when we attack the castle, I can't guarantee that anyone will survive. Arvid, the businessman accompanying the army, twisted his wrist and made a crackling sound like fried beans.
"Sir, the village chief made statistics and found that seven militiamen and two archers died." Miller quietly came behind Simon and whispered in his ear.
Except for the three militiamen and one archer who were killed by the terrible berserker at one time, the rest were either killed while guarding the ladder or shot by the Viking spearmen under the fort.
"What the hell." Simon frowned, constantly thinking about ways to break the situation. With the addition of Ludwig and the stonemason Ryan, who were both highly skilled in swordsmanship, there were only twenty-five or six infantrymen on his side. If the remaining Vikings were allowed to break through the last castle gate, everyone in the castle would definitely end up being massacred.
"My Lord, give them food and money and let them leave quickly, otherwise all of us will be dead by then." said a young militiaman with a wife and daughter.
"You idiot, you have such a whim. If you obediently open the fort gate and hand over your weapons, the power of killing will be in the hands of those barbarians. Will they still have the final say on whether to kill or behead?" Old Bao He rolled his eyes. That young man.
"That's right, now our solid fortress wall, the last fortress gate, and the weapons in everyone's hands are the final capital for our negotiations." Simon nodded, with a solemn look on his face, "So even if we fight to the last person, we We cannot give up resistance. We cannot risk all our lives on whether those bloodthirsty barbarians can keep their word."
At this time, Arvid, who was standing under the fort gate, looked at Simon and the others who were discussing continuously above the fort gate, and he was already impatient: "Hey, will you surrender or not? Our patience is limited, don't wait until we Don’t talk nonsense about surrender when we are about to break through the fortress gate..."
"Bah, leave the nonsense about surrender to yourselves," Miller interrupted Arvid's arrogant words and spat a mouthful of phlegm under the fort door, "The Volde people would rather die than surrender!"
Arvid did not speak, but used his fingers to pick up the drop of green phlegm on his exquisite chainmail. With endless anger in his eyes, he looked at Miller on the castle gate: "Very good, I will remember you." Now, when we attack the city, I will personally dig out your heart!"
"Ah, I, I'm so scared, sir, please forgive me for my sin." Miller comically pretended to be terrified with exaggerated movements and expressions, causing everyone on the fort wall to laugh.
The three Vikings under the fort wall felt like a mangy wild dog being played with. Suddenly, their heads were smoking with anger, and they roared loudly at the people on the fort wall: "You are dead!"
"Come on, come on, I'm not afraid of you." An old militiaman on the fort wall took off his pants, stood on the fort wall and shot a thin yellow stream of urine at the backs of the three leaving Vikings. .
Simon did not stop his men from provocative behavior. Since everyone has chosen to burn the boat, they have to vent their fears to maintain a good mentality and morale, even if this will make the Vikings' attack more violent.
"Okay, let's all go down and repair now. There will be a duel to decide our fate in the afternoon." Simon rubbed his slightly sore temples and walked down the stairs of the castle wall.
It was lunch time. Many villagers who had not rested last night had dark circles under their eyes. They soaked the hard black bread in cold water and chewed it numbly in their mouths.
Fortunately, the rain had stopped at this time, and the long-lost sunshine shone in the slightly depressing atmosphere of the wooden castle, giving this group of confused people a touch of warmth.
"Village chief, go get some barley and oats from the granary, cook a large pot of wheat paste, and distribute it to the villagers." Simon frowned slightly, and finally sighed.
"Even if the wooden castle is breached, everyone will have to be a dead man if they want to die." Simon shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"My lord, thank you for your kindness and generosity!" Several villagers heard Simon telling the village chief and the villagers thanked Simon one after another.
At this time, the wooden castle was filled with a strong stench of a mixture of various smells. In addition to the sour smell of sweat and body odor emitted by so many villagers, it also came from a newly built simple toilet in the corner of the wooden castle that was already filled with feces.
Simon had already anticipated the excretion problem of so many people when the villagers took refuge in the wooden castle. In order to prevent his wooden castle from becoming as full of feces as Isselburg, Simon asked the village chief to urgently organize the serfs to build this simple pit.
However, the latrines at this time could no longer hold so much feces, and some villagers began to defecate at will under the fort wall or in the corner next to the granary. Even the village chief yelled at him, but it didn't help.
"Woooooooo..."
At this time, Simon noticed that some relatives of the soldiers who died in the battle were wailing around the bodies that had been cleaned up and neatly placed in the open space in front of the fort.
"Dad, why are you like this? Didn't you promise to take me to the market in Dorstenberg in two months?" A little girl said in her childish, grief-stricken voice.
Simon looked over. The little girl's father was one of the militiamen killed by the ponytailed berserker. At this time, his upper body was mangled, with various organs and bones exposed, looking very scary.
"Alas." Simon turned away somewhat reluctantly. War is cruel. In addition to taking away every living life, it also creates batches of poor and helpless orphans and widows.
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At the same time, the atmosphere among the Vikings repairing in the village of Verde under the wooden castle became slightly depressed.
"It's unbelievable. Both Nat and his son died in this damn place during this expedition." A Viking said lightly as he drank the mead from the jug in a daze.
"That's right, Nat drank the priest's special violent potion before he died. As a result, he was killed by a kid with a javelin when he was about to break through their fort gate from the inside." A person under the fort wall witnessed the whole scene. The Viking warrior in the process shook his head with a sigh.
"That is to say, only his wife Ian and his little daughter Soliya are left on Nat's farm." A middle-aged man from the same village as Nat was leaning against the wall of a house, eating fish. Qian, said with interest.
"Oh? Tobias, are you plotting against that widow?" Arvid, the merchant merchant who was wiping his Viking sword, raised his head and focused his bright eyes on the man eating dried fish. On the face of a strong man.
"Ha, a woman who loses her husband is always very sad. This requires a strong man who can comfort women to comfort her, such as me." The middle-aged man put the whole dried fish into his mouth, chewed it, and twisted it open He took a swig of water from the dirty, oil-stained kettle.
"Don't forget that Ian is an untamable shield girl. You may not have even touched her shoulders, but she has already beaten her below so hard that you will never be able to get hard again in your life." Arvid put away his sword and wiped it. cloth, smiled and joked to the middle-aged man.
"Hahahaha, if you still want to have Ian, let's survive the afternoon battle first!" The Vikings around them laughed.
"You've all finished eating, have you rested?" The little leader Floki walked out of the woods nearby with two of his guards.
"Hurry up and attack, I'm almost bored to death." A sturdy Viking warrior with his upper body exposed raised the sharp hatchet in his hand and shouted loudly.
"Very good, this time we will concentrate all our efforts to deal with that damn castle gate." Floki clapped his hands, then took off the shield from behind, "Take off all your shields and form a shield wall. Attention spearmen, when you reach the fort gate, you must always pay attention to the killing hole."
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"Master, those damn Vikings are gathering again and preparing to attack!" A militiaman wearing a damaged Norman helmet pulled from the corpse of a Viking on the fort wall shouted loudly to Simon inside the fort. .
"What?" Simon put down the wooden bowl of hot wheat porridge, wiped his mouth, picked up his equipment and ran quickly up the stairs to the fortress wall.
"Everyone, assemble!" Miller shouted to a few soldiers who were still eating lunch next to the inner fort gate.
"Bill, can you shoot arrows into the small cracks in the shield wall?" Simon looked at the Viking shield wall slowly marching on the dirt road in the upper hill, and asked with a look on his face. The dignified hunter Bill.
"It's very difficult, but I'll give it a try." Without saying a word, Bill raised his hand and raised his bow, squinting his eyes and looking at the seemingly airtight shield formation of the Vikings.
"Whoosh!" "Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the arrow stuck on the edge of a round shield, without causing the slightest impact on the advancing Vikings.
"If I weren't worried about accidentally damaging the houses and buildings in the village, I would definitely build trebuchets on the castle gate and arrow tower to kill these sons of bitches." Simon thought viciously.
"Master, they are more vigilant." Following Bill's voice, Simon's eyes looked again,
I saw the Vikings slowing down even more. But at the same time, the swing range of their bucklers was also greatly reduced, almost becoming a flawless wooden wall.
"It doesn't matter," Simon waved to Miller who was not far away and said loudly, "Miller, take a few people to get the stones and go to the fort gate. When the shield wall reaches the fort gate, smash them! "
"Okay, sir." After receiving the order, Miller immediately ran to arrange manpower.
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"Move forward steadily and cover the brothers carrying the battering ram!" The little leader Frankie was also squatting at this time, holding up a round shield, and advancing with the large army.
They abandoned the ladder when retreating, but carried the battering ram back at the cost of the lives of two soldiers. They were afraid that if they threw the battering ram at the fort gate, the Fords would open the fort door and drag them into the fort, in which case they would have to make a new battering ram.
"The spearmen are ready." When they were approaching the castle gate, the little leader Floki turned his head and said loudly to the warriors at the back of the shield wall.
"Ahhhh!" Several militiamen from Verde Village raised their hands holding stones on the wall stacks above the fort gate, preparing to smash them down.
But at this moment, several big Viking men with short spears appeared behind the shield wall with a sly smile on their faces. They were looking maliciously at the militiamen on the wall, as if they were being targeted by a hungry wolf. His prey is like a fat sheep.
"Swish, swish, swish!" Spears flew quickly towards the frightened militiamen on the fort wall.
"Huh!" A militiaman was stabbed through the chest by a spear. He was driven back a few steps by the powerful force. He sat down on the ground as blood spurted out from his chest, his head hanging down and twitching aimlessly.
Although two militiamen paid with their lives, a stone struck the Viking shield wall. This made it difficult for the Vikings, who had been scalded by boiling water in the morning, to resist, and a slightly larger flaw appeared in the shield wall instantly.
"Now, shoot them to death!" Bill shouted to the archers from the arrow tower and released the arrows in his hands.
"Ugh!" Several Vikings who had exposed their flaws were hit by arrows one after another. The three Vikings who were shot in vital parts fell to the ground in pain.
"Quickly, fill the gap!!" The little leader Floki has no time to be sad. What he can do is to control the entire shield array as a whole, so that more companions can survive and reach the castle gate safely.
