Sir Hunter swallowed his saliva at the top of the siege tower.
The foot cavalry next to Hunter clenched the fleur-de-lis shield and armed sword in his hands. Although this was not the first time he had landed on the city wall from the siege tower, he still felt very hot, and now he was in a state of tension and excitement.
"No mercy, kill them all!" Hunter ordered viciously to the three knights on foot next to him.
At this moment, Hunter's mind didn't know why the cold words of Baron Quinnier in the morning echoed again - if you can't even kill those militiamen, don't come back to see me, I will take back your territory and title, I don't need an incompetent loser serving me.
This time, Hunter personally led the surviving 20 elite dismounted cavalry. As the first group of vanguard troops to attack the village wall after the siege tower landed on the village wall, they were bound to seize the village wall and give this group of people who could only hide on the wall a The cowards who let go of the arrows will see what will happen if they are offended.
"Clang!"
Sir Hunter felt the platform shake slightly, and then stopped. He licked his dry lips, a little eager to try.
"Stop! Put down the platform!"
"Dismounted cavalry, enter!"
Loud orders came from the bottom of the siege tower. Then, there was a creaking sound from the ladder on the back of the siege tower. The cavalry on foot wearing chainmail and iron helmets climbed up to the top platform one by one. climb.
"coming soon."
Hunter saw that the wooden platform that had been erected to resist arrows was slowly lowered in front of him, and he raised the generous kite shield in his hand.
Based on his experience, after the platform is completely lowered, the archers on the city wall will usually fire a wave of arrows at the soldiers waiting on the platform. What you should do at this time is to protect yourself with a shield instead of rushing out recklessly.
The moment the wooden platform came into contact with the wall stacks, there was a "snap" sound.
At the same time, Sir Hunter heard the roar of the militiamen coming from the village wall, and then he felt his shield being hit by a stone... No, it was not a stone. He heard the sound of a jar breaking.
Along with the sound of the jars breaking, he felt that these strange pottery jars contained an unknown liquid with a bad smell. The pungent liquid that splashed out after the clay pot shattered almost wet half of his body, and the few distrustful walking cavalrymen next to him were no better.
"Are these ridiculous guys out of their minds? What kind of whimsical new trick is this? They actually hit us with expensive clay pots?" Sir Hunter just wanted to mock the militiamen on the village wall, and then took steps to prepare. Landing on the village wall set off a wave of bloodshed.
But what he didn't expect was that in an instant, blazing flames suddenly appeared at the soles of his feet like a naughty goblin.
The dismounted cavalryman next to him exclaimed, and a fire snake crawled up Hunter's boots and trousers, which were wet with kerosene, his chainmail shirt and the iris shield on his hand.
A wave of heat came from under his feet, causing Hunter's eyebrows and hair to burn. There was a burning sensation in his lower body, and the shield in his hand also caught fire. He felt that his surroundings became very dark, and he fell into a sea of fire.
"Assholes, try this, you will like it!" The two militiamen picked up a bucket full of asphalt at their feet and poured it on the top platform of the tower. This can be said to add fuel to the fire. For a time, Hunter, who was not originally on fire, became a veritable "burning man".
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
On the top platform of the tower, the terrifying screams from Hunter and three other dismounted cavalry spread throughout the battlefield.
The fiery red light reflected in the blue eyes of Baron Quenir under the village wall. The intertwining of ice and fire painted a beautiful picture of death. At this time, he could no longer remain calm. His face was filled with panic, and his entire face was ashen.
"go to hell!"
On the walls where the ladders rested on both sides of the siege tower, the militiamen picked up the remaining two barrels of hot asphalt and poured them down from the crenels.
The screams that came from the ladder were no less terrifying than the screams that came from the platform at the top of the tower just now.
A freedman soldier who crawled at the front wearing only an armed uniform had his face and neck sizzling with the black asphalt, and he screamed like a slaughtering pig. Before he could let go of his hand in pain and fall from the ladder, a ignited clay pot filled with kerosene followed closely, hit his face and exploded.
Following Hunter and three other foot knights, the fifth and sixth "Burning Man" appeared on the ladders on both sides of the siege tower.
Unlike the elite "Burning Men" who threw away their shields and weapons on the platform of the siege tower, danced and jumped from the high tower top platform, the "Burning Men" of the free people on the ladder fell at the same time like dominoes. A series of comrades who were climbing the ladder were taken down together.
Some soldiers fell on the relatively soft ground, but some soldiers were unlucky and fell on the sharp wooden stakes inserted in the ditch under the village wall. They were pierced like a barbecue, and their bodies were covered with burning firewood. Huoyou didn't even have the strength to scream, and could only moan weakly occasionally.
The kerosene and asphalt did not stop there, but continued to flow down the ladder.
The freedmen soldiers under the ladder looked at each other in shock - not to mention whether they would be burned by the kerosene still burning on the ladder, the fate of the comrades who had just climbed the ladder was really miserable, and no one wanted to be the first one anymore. The unlucky guy who is going to die.
At this time, Sir Hunter, who fell from the top platform to the bottom of the tower, was already motionless - his lower body clothes were still burning, while the lining of his upper body's armed clothes was shining with sparks and locks. A's shirt was burned black.
The top of the siege tower was still burning fiercely, and the body of a dismounted cavalry was still there. The disgusting smell of human barbecue mixed with the pungent smell of asphalt filled the air. It was really disgusting.
At this moment, two young men carried four more barrels of hot asphalt up to the village wall. The militiamen on the wall picked up barrels of asphalt, shouted "It's time, pigs," and then poured it on the mercenaries, freedmen soldiers, serf soldiers and surviving foot cavalry gathered at the base of the wall.
The soldiers who reacted quickly raised their shields to their heads, while the soldiers who reacted slowly were poured asphalt from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet with wisps of white smoke.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"
"Damn it, I curse you!!!"
"Hell, hot, hot!!!"
Miserable cries and painful curses sounded under the village wall. Some soldiers were rolled all over the ground because of the burns. Their originally clean chainmails and uniforms were stained with mud and black asphalt.
"Fire oil!"
Before the soldiers under the wall could catch their breath, several clay pots with burning linen mouths were thrown from the village wall. In the eyes of the soldiers with asphalt stuck to their bodies, these small clay pots were simply worse than Satan's. The devil's claws are even more terrifying, this is their death notice.
"boom!"
The fire was glowing under the village wall, and the archers and soldiers on the village wall could clearly feel the rolling heat wave coming towards them.
"Help!"
"I want to get out of this damn place!!!"
"God help me!"
Many of Baron Quinnier's soldiers and mercenaries were on fire, and their screams were more painful and frightening than the screams of the four Hunters on the top platform of the tower just now. God knows what kind of pain they are experiencing now.
Many soldiers began to turn their backs and run for their lives in panic without looking back.
"Look, they're running away with their tails between their legs like mice!"
"That's it, go back to where you came from!!!"
"Hey, my dear guests, you didn't even come up to the wall, and now you're leaving?"
The militiamen on the village walls cheered. A few stronger militiamen took push rods and pushed down the two burning ladders erected on the village wall. The fallen heavy ladders evenly fell on some struggling wounded soldiers under the wall.
Baron Quinnier did not stop the soldiers from fleeing. From the moment Sir Hunter was doused with kerosene and set alight, his heart dropped to the bottom.
Since the enemy had the kerosene and asphalt to turn the top platform of the siege tower into a sea of flames, they could still turn the ladders erected on both sides into fire sticks.
If the soldiers who have lost all means of attacking the city don't run away, will they still stay under the village wall and serve as shooting targets for other people's archers?
"Retreat, retreat!"
"Woo~~"
Along with Baron Quenir's lost order, a low retreat horn sounded on the battlefield.
The archers behind the shield were basically out of ammunition, and they retreated with the fleeing soldiers.
"I've been watching you for a long time!" Bill muttered silently, fully drawing his long bow, and aiming at the conspicuous red figure in the distance who turned his horse's head and prepared to escape.
"Whoosh!"
A flying arrow struck Baron Quinnir's shoulder, causing iron rings to scatter, and penetrated deeply into his arm.
"Ah, damn, despicable attackers! I will take care of you sooner or later! Drive!!!" Baron Quinnier groaned in pain and tightened his grip on the horse's belly, and galloped towards the siege camp with endless unwillingness and resentment. And go.
At this time, it was the time for the archers on the village wall to show off their might. They stood at the crenel without any scruples, raised their bows and shot arrows, knocking down the escaping "prey" to the ground one by one.
"Simon, I have to say that this is really a boring war. The enemy only made me shoot a few more arrows on my shield. I thought I could kill a lot today!" Tilda and his wife walked over to Simon with swords and shields in hand and seemed a little disappointed.
"Isn't this good?" Simon couldn't laugh or cry. He knew that the couple were joking with him.
"Arthuro, Father James, please have the wounded carried to the herb house for treatment. The bodies of the sacrificed soldiers are temporarily placed in the small open space behind the church."
After arranging everything, Simon turned around and saw Gabriel leading four newly trained cavalry on horseback from the wooden castles on the hill.
The newly trained cavalrymen pursued the remnants of the enemy - this was what Simon had sent to tell Gabriel before the battle came to an end.
“Give them some color to taste!”
"Okay sir!"
"Guard, open the village gate!"
The closed gate of Verde Village slowly opened, and Gabriel and four other cavalrymen, riding a black horse, wearing a segmented dome helmet and cowhide armor, flew out, raising a cloud of dust.
"Ta da, da da, da da..."
"Go! Kill them all!"
Gabriel knew that for these new cavalry who had not seen blood on horseback, the enemies who fled with their backs were the best source of experience.
Simon on the village wall began to look towards the direction where the enemy troops were escaping again, observing carefully. He saw the enemy fleeing in a very hasty and helter-skelter manner, without any sign of organization.
They couldn't bear to fight anymore, they were downcast, exhausted, and defeated, they just ran for their lives. It was not like they had laid an ambush in advance and then lured themselves out of the village to pursue them. But even so, Simon is not afraid of them.
"Miller, leave ten people behind, and then take the others out to eliminate the remaining enemies!"
"Okay, sir. Verde Village Soldiers, assemble!!!"
Miller and most of the militiamen quickly descended the stairs, and then marched out of the village gates in formation with high morale and energy.
Simon's heart was filled with excitement. This was truly a great victory. There was nothing more satisfying than seeing the enemy flee.
"Lange, it's up to you now." A smile appeared on Simon's lips.
This time, he wants to catch Fox and Baron Quinnier in one fell swoop. Now that you are here, it is not so easy to leave.
