Ulf's eyes swept across this group of peasant soldiers. Under the gaze of the Viking lord, the peasant levies did not dare to speak. They were just a group of honest peasants, but they were killed by the courtier Dietwin. They really thought they were here to serve in response to the duchess's order.
"Tell them that as long as they help us capture the enemy's stronghold, all the loot inside will be given to them." Ulf said to Ditwin.
"What?" Vargas, Ange, Sigrid and others on the side were very surprised. The loot had always been shared by the North people themselves, so it was reasonable to give it to others.
"Yes." Detwin did not dare to neglect, and immediately said to the peasant conscripts in the local Dutch language.
"Really?"
"Will such a thing happen?"
"Are these heretics telling the truth?"
"The trophy, is it money?"
The peasant conscripts immediately started a commotion because what Ulf told them was too outrageous. Conscripts like them could only respond to the call of the lord to fight, and it was impossible to share the spoils with the soldiers. According to feudal theory, , the lord lets them cultivate their own land, then the peasants have the obligation to fight for the lord.
"How about it, do you want to fight for us?" Ulf leaned forward and asked the farmers on his horse. This time, the farmers understood without the need for Ditwin to translate.
"Oh oh oh oh, I am willing to serve your lord~~." The levies raised their dung forks and old spears and shouted loudly to Ulf.
"It seems they are willing." Ulf smiled with satisfaction. He knew that in terms of religious sentiments, they were just a group of outsiders. In order for this group of Catholic farmers to actively fight, they must inspire their more primitive desires, money. It has this effect.
"Oh~~~." At this time, the black coal emerged from the castle gate, and it came under Ulf's mount. The mount had never seen such a big wolf before, and it suddenly screamed in fright. Ulf desperately pulled on the reins to calm it down, while Black Carbon squatted next to Ulf with disdain, raised his neck and roared.
"Oh~~." The farmers had never seen a big wolf so close to humans, and they all backed away in fear. The superstitious farmers even thought that this was the incarnation of the devil. They stretched out their palms to face the big wolf in an attempt to exorcise the devil. .
"Let's go." Ulf ignored these ignorant farmers. He kicked his mount and walked towards Amsterdam, while Heitan shook his hair and followed closely. behind Ulf.
"Go forward." Vargas put the ax on his shoulder and ordered loudly.
"Boom~~." The North warriors immediately stepped forward, carrying their round shields behind their backs, holding axes and spears. These North warriors were strong and fast, and quickly pulled the procrastinating peasant conscripts away. Opened the distance.
"Boom~~Boom~~." However, among the following baggage truck troops, there was a car covered with linen, and following him was the Berserker Luther, which shows how much Ulf attaches importance to this car.
"What's up there?" Ditwin asked Ulf curiously during the march.
"It's just some wood." Ulf glanced at it and said calmly. Of course, it was impossible to tell this Dutch nobleman that the crossbow existed precisely to attack the castle in Amsterdam.
The castle in Amsterdam is smaller than Haarlemburg, but it is also built with cut stones. Smaller castles are sometimes more solid and reliable in terms of defense. Only a small number of manpower is needed to block several times the enemy. Outside, of course, if there are spears in this world, there are shields, and if there are castles, there are siege engines.
It just so happened that Ulf, the time traveler, came from a country with the richest knowledge of city wall defense and siege in the world. In addition to the large crossbow for long-range attacks, he also brought black iron hooks and various tools for making ladders. tool.
Holding torches, the procession was like a winding snake, marching all the way towards Amsterdam. At this time, Count Waldheer was still sleeping soundly in his room. As a growing child, he was always worried. He went to bed very early, not to mention that he never expected that Ulf would be the first to attack him, instead of the Earl of East Friesland who openly resisted.
"My lord, my lord." Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door, waking Earl Waldher from his sleep. He was a little angry, but he still sat up from the bed. He was still wearing white pajamas and a hat. Nightcap with long peak.
"What happened?" Earl Waldhel asked angrily, rubbing his eyes.
"Hurry up and take a look at the window." The person outside the door said anxiously.
Count Waldher got out of bed in surprise and stepped on the carpet with his bare feet. As he got closer to the window, he saw more light. He was very strange. Did it dawn so early today? But when he stood in front of the window, he was surprised to find that it was not natural fire, but the light caused by the gathering of torches.
"Wow~~~." The crowd's voices also sounded. A siege force actually gathered outside his castle. Because it was too dark, I could only vaguely see a strange flag flying above the siege camp. .
"Whoosh~~." Suddenly an arrow was shot from the siege camp, but maybe because of the wind or too dark, the arrow hit the window, was blocked by the stone wall, broke and fell below. , but this time, Earl Waldhel was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
"Your Majesty the Earl." The door opened and Floris, wearing chainmail, broke in and said worriedly to Earl Waldhel.
"Whose army is it?" Earl Waldhel panicked. Even though he was a child with a precocious mind, he was still a child. Facing the army that suddenly surrounded him, he would inevitably panic.
"If I guessed correctly, it should be the group of pirates who occupied Haarlem." Floris helped Count Waldheer and said to him.
"But aren't they spreading the word about attacking the Earl of East Friesland?" Earl Waldhel said in surprise.
"It seems that we were fooled. They wanted to deal with us first." Floris gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Because of Ulf's sudden siege, they had no time to gather the people scattered in the villages around Amsterdam. It can only be dealt with by the hundred guards in the castle.
"What should we do now?" Earl Waldheer said in confusion. At this time, any knowledge he learned from books seemed pale and powerless, and he could not recall a single word.
"I have arranged for guards to defend the city wall. Just stay in the room and don't go anywhere." After Floris finished speaking to Count Waldheer, he put his hand on his chest and bowed to Count Waldheer. Then, he turned around and left quickly.
Soon, the alarm bell in the castle rang, and the soldiers entered the guard room one after another and picked up the weapons on the weapon racks. Some people wore leather armor and half-sleeved chainmail, and then climbed onto the city wall.
"Huhuhu~~." The cold wind at night made the torch flames on the city wall dance violently. Floris walked on the city wall with a sword on his waist, and he carefully observed the opponent's camp.
At the same time, Ulf was also watching the city wall in the camp. He was not worried about the opponent's defense because he was also building siege weapons.
"Their soldiers boarded the city wall. This kind of castle is not easy to attack!" Vargas and Ange came to Ulf. They looked at the castle in Amsterdam and said to Ulf.
"Has the crossbow been assembled?" Ulf didn't take it seriously, he asked Ange.
"The craftsmen are already assembling it. They assemble it very quickly according to the method you mentioned." Ange replied to Ulf. She had no idea where Ulf learned this knowledge from. Could it really be Given by the wisdom of the gods.
"Very good, let the craftsmen try to launch stones and test it out!" Ulf smiled and said to Ange.
The large crossbow made by Ulf can not only shoot special heavy arrows, but also use leather pouches to shoot stones. Although stones seem to be everywhere, in fact, in the medieval world, ordinary soldiers rarely had access to armor. Stones may also kill them.
"Creak, crunch." The craftsmen installed the big crossbow on a wooden frame. The bottom of the wooden frame was pressed with heavy rocks to avoid the recoil after the big crossbow was launched and the entire big crossbow falling apart.
The craftsmen unzipped the leather bowstring of the large crossbow. This bowstring made of cowhide is very hard, and the bow frame is made of several overlapping wooden boards and glued together with glue boiled by fish. It is very tough. The craftsmen filled the middle leather bag of the crossbow string with stones, and then suddenly pulled out the wooden wedge that blocked the bow string.
"Ping~." The stone was suddenly ejected and flew towards the city wall of Amsterdam with a whooshing sound, making a loud crackling sound.
"Ah~~." In the darkness, the soldiers on the city wall couldn't see clearly what was attacking them, and they wailed as the gravel hit them.
"First Evolution"
"Lower your head, it's the enemy's long-range weapon." Floris hurriedly lowered his head and hid under the city wall. He hurriedly shouted to the other soldiers.
"Ping~~, whoosh~~." But Ulf's big crossbow continued to throw stones. The stones flew everywhere, beating those who couldn't dodge with bruises and bruises. Some people were even caught off guard and were hit. He was hit by a vital wound and fell to the ground.
"Archers, what are you doing?" Floris shouted anxiously.
"Whoosh~~." The archers on the Amsterdam Fort fired back immediately, but the arrows fell in front of the crossbow. The Dutch's short bows could not hit the area around the siege camp. If it weren't for Ulf's unwillingness to waste arrows , the Viking longbows can be covered above the city walls.
