The most difficult territory to attack in the entire Earldom of Berg, besides Fort Verde, is the village of Vitlar in the Barony of Wolfe.
This village with a strong tribal atmosphere stands on the top of a steep hill. Unless oxen and horses are used to pull siege vehicles up the slope in front of the village entrance, the attackers can only use soldiers carrying siege ladders. To try and break through their village walls.
Don't even think about siege towers. The steep hillside next to the village wall is enough to daunt any engineer. Whether their siege tower can be pushed up the steep slope is one thing, but whether it can maintain balance on the steep slope without tipping over is another. It's the same thing.
Baron Abbett has already begun to think about quitting. This afternoon's attack is their last attempt. He will let the most elite knights and private soldiers take the lead in trying to break through their village wall.
Originally, when Baron Abbate had just surrounded the village on the orders of Count Loon two weeks ago, he looked at the "barbarian" soldiers wearing animal skins and carrying javelins made of crooked branches on the wall of the village in the distance. and his soldiers also mocked these poor people as uncivilized country bumpkins.
But the fact is that these country bumpkins in their eyes have caused them more than a hundred soldier casualties, but they have always stayed put, unable to break through their village walls.
They had already tried the method of using oxen to pull the siege wagon uphill last week. When the siege vehicle was pulled to the steepest slope, the cunning archers on the village wall began to concentrate their firepower to kill the four poor animals.
After the four cows mooed sadly and fell to the ground, the heavy siege vehicle lost control and slid back down the slope with the calf's arrow-studded body, crushing the soldiers who had no time to dodge on the slide back to pieces, leaving their livers and brains on the ground. The carcass of the cow was also bruised and bloody along the way and covered with mud.
Finally, the siege vehicle rushed back into the siege camp in the forest down the slope at high speed. It was a mess and miserable. But the only consolation was that everyone who attacked the city that day ate beef stew with a rich earthy smell.
In addition, according to the descriptions of the defeated soldiers who returned to the siege camp, some brave soldiers had successfully fought against their village walls despite the "rain of javelins", but what was terrifying was that a group of people suddenly surged on the village walls. There are a group of "crazy barbarians" armed with long-handled reverse-blade knives, with limbs and human organs flying everywhere wherever they go. Just looking at them can scare you out of your wits.
In fact, Simon had seen the "crazy barbarians" these soldiers called before. They were retinues, or private soldiers, under Baron Wolfe.
These warriors are the best warriors in the entire Baron Wolfe. They swear allegiance to the Baron. Even though they have more wealth than ordinary warriors, they still prefer to fight passionately without helmets or armor. He rushes into battle wielding a sword and is known for his brutality and recklessness.
Many of the remaining traditions of the Barony of Wolfe are strikingly similar to those of the Bretons, Welsh, Irish and Scots.
But Baron Abbate showed no interest in this. He only felt extremely frustrated - he couldn't even defeat a group of "uncivilized savages". It was really a joke when word spread. No, maybe it had become a joke. The siege Colleagues in the town of Düsseldorf have no shortage of time for chit-chat and gossip.
Under the scorching sun, the knights wore Norman helmets and heavy chainmails, held up large shields, and walked toward the hillside step by step, breathing heavily with big beads of sweat.
Freedmen soldiers wearing light and soft armor had already rushed in front of the knights carrying siege ladders. The soldiers on the village wall yelled vicious curses and swear words, and threw javelins made of tree branches at the knights. Soldiers climbing the hill.
Although these crudely made javelins deviated from their trajectory in the air due to the uneven surface of the gun body, their power was not reduced at all.
The wooden shields in the hands of many free people soldiers were old and even about to fall apart. They were very thin and could not block javelins. From time to time, someone would scream and fall to the ground.
At the same time, the archers on the village wall were firing arrows non-stop. Baron Wolfe's archers wear large green hoods, large tunics, and hold longbows.
Some archers holding recurve bows, wearing soft-armored hats, and armed uniforms were also mixed in, and they kept firing arrows at the village wall. They were the archers of Baron Carl.
At that time, Baron Karl and Baron Abbate fought a battle near Duisburg, but were defeated miserably. Fortunately, his archers and cavalry were still intact, so he took the surviving soldiers and fled overnight to Baron Wolfe's territory, and together with him resisted Baron Abbate's attack.
When the knights arrived at the village wall, Baron Wolfe's soldiers and Baron Karl's private soldiers lifted the few remaining stones and threw them at the village wall. Several free soldiers and knights were hit. His head banged and he collapsed to the ground.
After a while, the last big stone on the village wall was thrown down.
With no worries, Knight Abbate and the elite cavalry on foot let go and climbed up the ladder together.
On the village wall, Baron Wolfe's soldiers looked bloodthirsty and fanatical, while the soldiers of Baron Carl fighting alongside them had solemn expressions - they did not have the bravery and risk-taking spirit of Baron Wolfe's soldiers. They had been defeated by these enemies. Having been defeated once, I was filled with fear of these enemies who were about to come into close combat.
"Let us wash away our shame with their blood!" Baron Karl personally came to the village wall with his sword in hand and loudly encouraged the soldiers around him.
"Kill them all!" Seeing that the lords had gone into battle in person, the soldiers' fear was swept away and their blood boiled.
"Kill!!!"
It didn't take long for soldiers from both sides to engage in fierce hand-to-hand combat on the village wall.
A knight who climbed onto the village wall didn't know how much time had passed. He only knew that he had used all his strength to kill two sworn followers and an axemen of Baron Karl.
At this moment, there was a commotion behind him. He couldn't help but look back, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley - billowing black smoke came from the direction of the siege camp in the forest.
"Hold on, there are enemies who have despicably attacked our camp, but Baron Abbate has already dealt with them. Don't relax, everyone, victory is right in front of you!" A knight who was a close friend of Abbate who had just climbed up the village wall encouraged loudly. Everyone.
The knights and elite foot cavalry, who were originally shaken in military morale, seemed to have received a reassurance.
But not long after, the sound of horse hooves coming from far and near came from the battlefield under the village wall. From under the wall, there was the "crack" sound of broken spears, as well as the screams and curses of the freedmen soldiers.
The knight looked back again and couldn't help but open his mouth - the strange cavalry with a blue and green cross and antlers coat of arms on the shield was killing all the friendly troops on the battlefield under the wall, and they were running away like rats in broad daylight.
"Our support has arrived, don't be merciful, kill them all!" The tired-looking Baron Wolfe and Baron Karl's eyes lit up, and they led the soldiers to let out a high war cry and rushed towards the already panicked people. Knights.
"Ahhh!"
"Taste my power, damn invader!"
The knights who had already begun to retreat began to retreat, and they gradually began to be unable to withstand the attacks of the enemies with high morale.
The sharp long-handled reverse-blade broadsword of an sworn warrior slashed the chainmail armor on the armed knight until the iron rings were scattered, and also tore into pieces the armor under the knight's chainmail armor.
A stream of blood mist shot out, causing the brave sworn warrior's naked upper body to be instantly dyed red, and the surrounding warriors burst into hearty, bloodthirsty laughter.
"Stop, stop fighting, I surrender!"
Some knights and dismounted cavalry simply laid down their weapons and surrendered.
With their escape route cut off, they had no intention of fighting to the death and shedding the last drop of their blood. They believed that they had exerted all their strength in the battle and that they would not lose their honor even if they surrendered.
"Open the village gate!"
Under the order of Baron Wolfe, the latch of the village gate was unbolted, and the soldiers who had been pressing it for a long time poured out of the village like a tide, pounced on the fleeing enemies like hungry wolves.
"Simon, Lange, it's such a pleasure to see you," Baron Carl and Baron Wolf rode out of the village gate, with bright smiles on their faces, "Thank you for taking action at the most critical moment. Turn the tide of the war, and we will always remember this glorious battle and what you did!"
"You're welcome, Lord Karl, Lord Wolf. We have just successfully captured their siege camp with empty defenses. But unfortunately, Baron Abbett was hit by two arrows in the chest. I'm afraid he won't survive tonight. We can't take it. Come for ransom.”
"Hahahahaha, you two brothers," Baron Karl laughed heartily, "do you only have ransom in your eyes?"
"Who wouldn't feel sad watching a big bag of silver coins disappear before your eyes!" Simon, Lange and Baron Wolfe laughed together.
"By the way, why didn't Keoser come?" Baron Wolfe looked around doubtfully, and then returned to the two brothers.
"Our territory is still in a situation of internal and external troubles," Simon said before Lange didn't speak. "So, my father has to personally ensure the safety of the territory."
Simon was afraid that Lange would casually tell them about stealing Count Lowen's baggage, so he spoke in advance. Although Baron Wolfe and Baron Karl are both friends of their father, no one can guarantee that the greedy nobles will not want to steal a handful of wool from their own families.
The Dorsten family has really made a fortune. Simon estimates that Count Loon is furious now, but he most likely doesn't know who robbed his train.
Perhaps a bold greenwood bandit? Or a small mercenary group wandering nearby? In any case, the charge of neglect of defense and dereliction of duty on the part of the tax collector, who was the only one who escaped that night, could not escape.
Count Lowon was at best skeptical about the Dorsten family. Because after Simon's spies reported back the news that the Earl of Loon was collecting supplies and taxes, Simon did not leak any news before setting off for a sneak attack.
He took ten archers and thirty militiamen. Instead of taking the main road, he took various forest paths and quietly approached the village of Lohausen, waiting for his prey to take the bait.
I just hope that the tax collector who hurried away that night did not see clearly the coat of arms on the shields of the militiamen.
"Then I owe you a lot this time," Baron Wolfe couldn't help but feel a bit touched in his words, "Thank you again for your decision to lead troops to support us even after receiving the letter in a terrible situation. , this land will always welcome the Dorsten family!”
