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The steel arrow flew by at high speed, directly cutting the sleeves into two pieces, and the rag heads and rags filled in were suddenly thrown out, and they fell on the top of the wall.The unlucky young civilian soldier was so frightened that he was dumbfounded on the spot. He stared at his left arm in a daze. It was obvious that blood was leaking from the wound, but his face was ashamed, and he couldn't even say a word.

Little Albert looked at him, his head became dizzy and painful, he was not hurt, but he felt that his left arm was burning with fire, and he seemed to be opened by the arrow.If there was no external interference, he would probably speak nonsense incoherently and couldn't calm down for a long time, but the yelling from the trench under the wall interrupted his chaotic thoughts on the spot, and his attention was immediately drawn over.

"Stop howling! Stop yelling!!!" The one who stood up and spoke was Stefan, the long-sounding firecracker, with a sharp and sharp voice, like a hound being forced to a corner:

"You, go to bandage if you have an injury, and howl a chicken X! You, pick up the tinder pot immediately, and interrupt the dog leg if you dare to extinguish it again! And you, why look at me stupidly? Quickly reload and continue refilling! Put the gunpowder first, then fill in the lead, just wrap it in paper or not! Pour the drug at the end. Don’t shake your hands or shake!”

As soon as he yelled, the situation of the firecracker was not known for the time being, and the little Albert became quite calm.He turned his head with difficulty, looked at the militias and soldiers around him, and then was pleased to find that these "brothers" were also developing to their advantage: the veteran arranged by Gerrard, promptly performed his duties as a commander, Shang Lian scolded and kicked, kicking the fire blunderbusters and crossbowmen back to the battle position.

"According to the order, you are not allowed to do your own thing! Keep your ears up and listen to Lao Tzu!" He took off the mace from his waist, assuming it was the command staff, and slashed it fiercely according to the enemy on the opposite side:

"Don't worry about those bowmen, those infantrymen, those bastards who use hooks and sickles! Listen to my command, lift the guns, lift the crossbow-aim-fire?!"

The mutation happened at this time.Almost at the same time as he ordered the fire, the longbowman commander kept his chest straight like a goose, shouting "Loose!" Twenty feather arrows came up, smashing at the gate of the village like hail.

This is obviously intentional.The civilian-soldiers were disturbed by this, not only did the fire bludgeon be messed up, but the iron-armed crossbow also failed to take aim.All the lead hit the ground and set off a pile of messy grass leaves; the wooden feather crossbow "tanned" and flew into the distance, and the ghost knew where it had fallen.

Such chaotic shooting, of course, did not achieve any results.After a while, the sharp arrows shot by the mercenaries slashed across the battlement, making a horrible squeak, which was a public mockery.The leakage of the house happened to be rainy night, and the wind direction was changed at this time, blowing the gray-white gunpowder smoke to the defenders of the wall.

Little Albert was choked by the smelly and spicy gunpowder, and couldn't stop coughing.[What's all this!He covered his chest, coughing and coughing, tasting the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue, and cursing the enemy viciously in his heart:

[Do not shoot early or late, but wait until the password is called.Are these pirate boys deliberately holding back disgusting people?Snowball fights in winter, if anyone dared to be so silly, hurting others, and just messing up the opponent, the friends would have beaten him down long ago!

He was so angry that before he knew it, he shouted out what he wanted.Under the wall, there was a scream of approval, and the militiamen and soldiers reached an agreement with amazing efficiency, and they were full of resentment towards the insidious Tommy (a contemptuous term for the English-Georgian-Lan people).

But they were so angry that they couldn't make the mercenaries on the opposite side change their tactics.After the longbowman tasted the sweetness, he shot the feather arrows at the gate without stopping, not to obtain the result, but to interfere with the aiming of the defenders; the hooker was encouraged, and the performance was more calm. The lead bullet turned a blind eye, and his mind was searching for the way.Their work efficiency has reached a staggering level, and the traps set by Lucien and the "Blue Fingers" simply have no chance to play a role.

The fierce attack and defense greatly accelerate the flow of time.Fifteen minutes passed in a flash, and then half an hour, forty-five minutes, one hour, two hours... During this period, the militiamen and soldiers at Dongzhaimen kept firing, only when the firecrackers needed Only when the crossbowman is too tired will he stop and rest for a while.

The forty mercenaries who attacked Zhaimen were also not idle.The longbowman had already shot the two bundles (48) of sharp arrows on his body, and then let the conscripted serfs sent three rounds of ammunition; the infantry with a hook and sickle was knocked down by the defenders one after another six people, two of them died on the spot. Two others were slightly injured and two were seriously injured.But they also marked and filled most of the obstacles, and only the last thirty feet were left from the trench fortifications.

Compared with the results obtained, the losses paid by the mercenaries are really insignificant, and for Bertrand it is even a fraction of a fraction.No matter how loud the sound of the firecracker was, Lord Baron didn't mean to panic. He always sat on the saddle leisurely, driving many of his men like moving chess pieces:

Twenty hookers came out and set up arrow shields in the cleared trap area to replace the previous group of accomplices retreating; the first twenty longbowmen were also replaced and went to the tent (just set up) New positions nearby.There is not only a stew, but also white bread, roast chicken, and fresh cheese rounds, which are more generous than festive meals.

Most of these foods were taken from Noblewa Village.Little Albert looked at the group of robbers angrily, unknowingly, had let the short sword out of its sheath.[Our food!Our cows!Our chickens and ducks!Choking you, choking you guys with big bows!

"Bigbow bastard", maybe he could feel his gaze, maybe not.But they didn't apologize for their robbery, and they were still divided into two groups, taking turns back and forth between the Juma picket and the soup pot.Behind this gang of mercenaries, hundreds of conscripted serfs have been busy; they have walked out of the car formation long ago and have not rested for a minute. Their physical exhaustion must be much greater than that of the Longbowmen, but those tempting The delicious food, but they have no relationship with these sweaty farmers.

The serf was stared at by a small group of sergeants armed with spears, let alone stealing bread, there was no chance to sniff the aroma.Under the pressure of steel blades, they have almost become worker ants. They must start to erect tents, dig latrine ditches, and erect fences all the time to build formal military camps at an alarming speed.

Bertrand's arrangements for them are normal.To besiege Kotvemel for a long time, he must establish a siege camp as soon as possible.