Amidst the high-speed rotation of the sling and the friction of the air, stones with huge kinetic energy flew into the air from the village wall and the open space under the village wall.
After the densely packed rocks drew a perfect upward curve in the air, they flew towards the frightened serf soldiers and mercenaries in the open space outside the village.
Suddenly, there was a dull sound of stones hitting human flesh in the open space, and a series of painful groans and screams could be heard.
"Kacha!"
A serf soldier who was walking hard on the farmland outside the village facing stones was hit in the head by a flowing stone.
Suddenly, there was a clear sound of bone cracking. The poor guy was beaten to a bloody head and fell to the snow. Then he stopped moving.
Many serf soldiers who were hit in the abdomen by stones only felt numbness in their stomachs at first, and then the severe pain that followed made them unable to stand still. They collapsed on the ground, their bodies curled up like lobsters.
"Hey, do you like this? If you like it, then have more!" A villager with a wicked smile relied on the cover of the village wall and kept throwing slings at the serf soldiers under the village wall. Call the mercenaries one by one.
Since the space on the village wall is small and there are many soldiers and archers deployed, Simon can only arrange a small number of villagers with good accuracy to attack the enemy accurately on the village wall, while the rest attack the village in the open space under the village wall. When throwing rocks, whether they hit someone or not depends on luck.
"boom!"
The Zheng leaf shield in the hand of a mercenary made a loud noise. The mercenary felt that the arm holding the shield was extremely numb, as if someone was hitting his shield with a big hammer.
"boom!"
Another stone hit the shield. This time, the zheng leaf shield made of many wooden boards became a little loose. The mercenary suspected that his old friend was about to fall apart.
"boom!"
The third stone was a big stone, which smashed the shield to pieces. After smashing the shield, the stone showed no intention of stopping and hit the leather armor on the mercenary's chest. Fortunately, it was already at the end of its strength and did not cause much harm to the mercenary.
"By God, these damn rocks almost killed me!"
"laugh!"
Just before the frightened mercenary could recover, an arrow was inserted deeply into his chest. The usually flexible and strong leather armor is as vulnerable as a layer of ridiculously thin cotton.
"The power of this longbow is so great!" Bill, who was holding a longbow on the village wall, said with emotion, and hurriedly hid behind the wall stacks. For a moment, an arrow whizzed past the place where he had just stood.
Since the last time he seized these two longbows from Wales from the Norman pirates, Simon gave them to Bill and another young man with excellent archery skills.
Bill simply couldn't get enough of the longbow. He could clearly feel that this bow was much more powerful and had a much longer range than the hunting bow he had used before. However, it was more laborious to draw the bow and the shooting interval was longer.
"Clang!"
One unfortunate mercenary fell to the ground with a scream as a large rock struck his dirty segmented round helmet. If you look closely, you can see that the helmet has been severely dented.
"This is simply a massacre!" Captain Jerram next to Baron Kunir exclaimed.
"Relax, my friend, this attack is just a test," Baron Quinnier said leisurely. It seemed that he didn't care much about the casualties of these serf soldiers on the battlefield.
Looking from a distance at the serf soldiers whose casualties were increasing and their fighting spirit becoming increasingly lax, as well as the mercenaries who were weighed down by stones and arrows and unable to lift their heads, Baron Quinnier felt that he was almost done and waved at the messenger next to him. He waved his hand and said, "Let them come back."
"Woo, woo, woo~"
The sound of retreat horns resounded throughout the battlefield.
Many serfs felt that the low trumpet sound coming from behind was as sweet as the trumpets of angels, and more exciting than the chants sung by the monks.
"Let's go!"
The serf soldiers who could no longer fight and the cunning and agile mercenaries disappeared quickly like the tide.
"Let's go!" The archer behind the shield inserted the arrows into the soil, collected them, put them back into the quiver, and then followed the retreating people towards the camp.
Some people helped up their neighbors and led them limping back to the camp. However, most of the injured were ignored and groaning in pain in the biting snow, losing consciousness in despair.
"Look, they're running away with their tail between their legs like mice!"
"We won!"
The archers and soldiers on the village wall cheered loudly.
There is no doubt that for them, this was a happy and hearty victory. The enemy either died in battle or was defeated and just ran for his life.
Except for a slow-moving old slinger on the village wall whose arm was injured by a stray arrow, everyone else was safe.
"God bless!" Father James climbed onto the village wall and couldn't help closing his eyes as he looked at the corpses and wounded thrown by the enemy on the snow outside the village wall.
"Dear Father, this is definitely God's blessing for us. Except for old Milson who was unlucky and injured his arm, no one else was injured or died." Miller said to Father James with a smile, pointing out Pointing to Milson, whose arm was bleeding heavily behind him, he said, "Please take him to the pharmacist Asero to have his wound treated!"
"I can help with bleeding." Father James said enthusiastically.
"No, no, my dear priest, we have a safer method taught by God himself!" Simon on the side said quickly.
His head hurt when he heard the word "bloodletting." It seems that this is a stupid and stupid method that even the relatively open-minded Father James cannot avoid. It is really deep-rooted and firmly rooted in people's hearts.
"Really?" Father James pinched his beard with interest.
"It's a long story." Simon sighed. It seems that all this has to be blamed on the made-up old monk in white in the forest.
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"It hurts me to death!"
"Oh my God, I want to go home!"
In Baron Quinnier's camp, many injured serfs gathered around the newly lit bonfire and received bloodletting treatment from the chaplain.
Most of the surviving serf soldiers were dejected, and their eyes looking towards the direction of Verde Village were filled with fear. It was obvious that they needed at least a day or two to recuperate before going into battle again.
"Where did their slingers come from?" Baron Quinnier asked angrily, almost overturning the tent.
In Baron Quinnier's warm tent, two scrawny guys wearing black hoods pitifully lowered their heads and stood in front of the baron without saying a word.
"My lord, I, I don't know either. We pretended to be passing pilgrims and stayed in their village for a few days a month ago. We didn't see even a sling at all." A spy replied cautiously.
"He's right, sir. As God is my witness, there were no slings in their village at that time, let alone slingers!" Another spy's eyes flashed with a trace of resentment that was difficult to capture. He was breathing heavily and couldn't even speak. Not so neat anymore
"So those slingers were all created by God? In fact, Pillar and Nino, you are two complete losers! Forget the rewards I promised you after the war is won, you have accomplished nothing! Now, get out of here!" Baron Quinnier shouted angrily at the two spies.
The two spies nodded cautiously, not daring to express their anger, and slowly exited the camp.
"Although there is a slight deviation from the plan, this village is actually not difficult to break." Baron Kunil gradually calmed down after venting his anger, and said confidently to Captain Jerram beside him.
"Yes, I didn't expect that there would be slingers on and behind the village walls. In addition, those dozen archers were very good at archery. They actually killed four of my brothers." Captain Jerram said in agreement.
"Yes, so next time I attack, I will let the archers suppress the slingers, let the shield-bearing free soldiers carry the ladders, and let your people and my elite heavy infantry climb the ladders to attack the wall. The other serf soldiers and free soldiers will The militia soldiers waited for the village gate to be breached and rushed in to catch them all!" Baron Quinnier said thoughtfully.
"They are doomed this time!" Captain Jerram laughed greedily.
"We don't have much time to waste. My monarch sent a messenger, urging me to quickly deal with the Barony of Dorsten, and then go to Dusseldorf to assist in the siege!" Kunir sighed worriedly, He picked up the wooden cup filled with red wine on the table and drank it in one gulp.
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In the forest on the roadside from Fieldhausen Ranch to Dorstenburg, a group of elite cavalry is waiting for the "prey" to appear.
"Look, they're coming!" Fox pointed to the road in the distance.
Sure enough, a group of bullock carts and supplies of grain and grass escorted by five Dorsten family private soldiers and a group of serf soldiers appeared on the road not far away.
This road will pass through a gentle slope without any obstructions. During this section of the road, the road skirts the bottom of the gentle slope in a semicircle, while the cavalry are hidden in the forest at the end of the grassland at the top of the gentle slope, waiting for the final attack. The best time to charge.
"Kill now!"
"Kill!"
Following the shouts of Sir Fox and Hunter, the cavalrymen who had been waiting in the forest for a long time jumped out and rushed towards the unsuspecting convoy.
"Hide behind the car, don't panic, don't run around!"
"Don't run around blindly!"
The more experienced private soldiers of the Dorsten family immediately asked the driver to stop the horses and hid behind the carriage.
But unfortunately, most of the inexperienced serf soldiers were frightened when they saw the cavalry armed to the teeth and attacking at full speed, and they ran away like frightened rabbits.
Sure enough, the cavalry passing through the gap between the horse-drawn carriage and the ox-cart at high speed thrust their spears into the backs of the serf soldiers. The sound of horse hooves, screams, wails and spilled blood broke the tranquility of the grass.
"Stop! Stop! We surrender." The five private soldiers of the Dorsten family were helpless and had no chance to escape, so they simply surrendered.
The two cavalrymen dismounted, one confiscated the weapons from the five private soldiers, and the other held a thick and strong rope and tied the hands of the five men tightly in turn.
"Very good." Fox slowly rode the pony to the supply carriage, and used his big, fat hands like sausages to lift up the tarpaulin on the roof of the carriage.
The car contained neatly stacked bags of flour, pieces of complete cheese, several large fans of marinated pork, and baskets of baked and dried apples.
"Great, bring these to our temporary camp." Fox took out a dried apple from the basket, wiped it casually on the oily collar of his clothes, and ate it with big mouthfuls.
"Sir Hunter, what should we do with these coachmen and surrendered serf soldiers?" A cavalryman came to Sir Hunter.
Hunter, who had just experienced the charge, was sweating profusely, with "white smoke" coming out of his head, and his exquisite chain mail was stained with snow and the blood of serfs. He looked up at the prisoners waiting for their fate on the grass by the roadside, and said casually: "The temporary camp can't hold too many prisoners. Let's kill all these people."
"This is not possible. Dear Lord Hunter, after Lord Quinnier controls the entire barony, there is a high probability that these people will become his future subjects. I believe that the Lord Baron is not willing to see a country without young and middle-aged labor force. Pasture?" Fox heard Sir Hunter's casual execution order and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
"Is it possible to let them go and let them continue on their way to join Keoser's army?" Hunter frowned, looking at Fox with a bit of teasing and contempt.
"You don't have to worry about this problem at all. Even if you let them go, Kooser, who has lost his food and grass supply, will still be vulnerable no matter how many troops he gathers!" Fox patiently explained to Hunter.
"Hmm." Hunter didn't agree, but he didn't object either. He stared at Fox intently, as if waiting for him to finish.
"We have cut off the supply and recruitment of soldiers from the three richest fiefdoms in the entire barony - Hinxer Village, Ulfen Manor and Fieldhausen Ranch. In this way, we not only obtained The food and fodder that Master Kunir urgently needs has also greatly weakened Baron Dorsten's strength." Fox paused and moved his eyes to the north in the direction of Dorsten Castle.
"I have an internal agent in Dorstenberg. When the time comes, I will burn down their granaries and make things worse for them. Even if Keoser has great abilities, his army that has been deprived of food and fodder will not be able to get rid of the state of disintegration at any time! Fox laughed sinisterly.
"I have to admit that you know much better than me in this regard. I only know how to kill, hunt and fight." Hunter nodded, and he also recognized the conclusion Fox just made.
"Then let's go back to the temporary camp now and pack up our things after we get back. It's time to go back to Lord Kunir."
