Time Air Conditioner

Otherwise, the militia-soldier set a fire randomly at night, it may cause a large-scale chaos, and even let the Baron Lord's army retreat.

What little Albert knew, Gerard Chevalier must have seen.After all, he is an experienced commander and immediately took measures;

After the opening of the Dongzhai Gate, Gerrard led the armed horsemen four times and appeared on the flank and rear of the enemy army.In the most recent time, the point of his sword was only a hundred law feet away from Baron Bayonne.

If it was an orc gang who attacked the village, they would certainly not be indifferent to the cavalry approaching.Either they were frightened and fled, or they screamed and rushed up, and were introduced into a carefully set ambush by the village owner.But Bertrand de Bayonne did have two brushes in the use of soldiers to fight wars, no matter how provocative the village owner, he always took his pro-fellow knights to stay in place.

The other eighty mercenaries remained calm with their employers.The hook and sickle hand sits behind the Juma picket, the long-handled weapon is pointing diagonally around, as if encountering a dangerous hedgehog with long thorns; the longbowman is protected by the double cover of the wooden stake and the hook and sickle, and he is more and more confident, Jella If De was just wandering in the distance, then they would not move, but if the village master drives the mount and poses for a charge, they will immediately shoot a bow and throw a light arrow from a distance.

Due to the strong defense of the enemy, Gerard Chevalier finally gave up the offensive angrily and withdrew his armed riders back into the wall.Before leaving, he specifically called out to the defenders of Dongzhai Gate, first praising the militia-soldiers for their defensive strength, and then cheering for everyone, declaring that "the baron's dog legs won't last long."In addition, he promised to launch another raid, "Put Bertrand's head on the tip of the gun, and feed the flies with those green skins!"

When these words were said, "Boss Gerald" had been riding his horse galloping, smiling brighter than Chaoyang.Thanks to his performance, little Albert's mood improved a lot, but the more than 300 enemy troops in front of him still seemed like spikes in his heart, making him unable to calm down.

The previous shooting lasted more than two and a half hours.The militiamen consumed the barrels of black powder, and they were all smoked to dust whether they were guarding the wall or staying in the ditch.However, the robber army led by the baron did not seem to be weakened, but as the barracks took shape, the scale became even more spectacular.

Although the young Albert was reluctant to admit it, the Baron Bayonne really won the first round of the clash.The hooker smoothly cleared the obstacles, and the plate knight successfully pushed back the boss of Gerrard, and the longbowmen, who were coaxed with leather, were firmly in the upper hand in the shooting, and completely compared the more advanced fire guns.

If it were not for fortifications, Dongzhaimen's defenders would certainly not be able to sustain it.Leaning on the stone walls, trenches, and arrow shields, they would not suffer much, and even made a little profit if they were purely compared with the casualty figures:

A gunman died in the trench, and two others were injured. A total of three people were hung on the top of the wall. One of them was seriously injured. A large piece of flesh was excavated by a shovel-shaped arrow and must be withdrawn to the central square for stitching. .The two triangular war flags were still flying on Dongzhai Gate, the dark blue flag was unscathed, and the golden irises seemed to be brighter.

However, the morale of the defenders was severely hit, and many people became dejected and squatted in the battle position without saying a word.It's no wonder that they took so long, not only did they fail to drive away the enemy, but instead allowed their opponents to stand firm under their noses.No matter who comes over, this kind of thing is unacceptable.

It may be that he felt that the results were rich enough, and Bertrand did not immediately resume the offensive after Gerrard’s boss left.The group of British-German-lane mercenaries facing the Zhaimen began to relax one by one: the hookers used the shields to form a temporary line of defense, and they squatted behind not knowing what they were doing; Pointing at the Zhaimen, he burst into laughter from time to time, unscrupulous.

Little Albert knew very well why this group of people would be happy.The breast and back walls of the trenches are already filled with goose feathers and arrows, and a large area of ​​white flowers, just like lush reeds growing by the river; the baffle between the battlements, because of repeated blows, has appeared even more. A large number of longitudinal cracks have a serious impact on the overall strength.If the longbowmen continue to shoot, the fortifications and combat equipment will lose their effectiveness sooner or later. At that time, the loss of the militia and soldiers, both hands and feet combined may not be counted.

Lu Meng's kid imagined the scene, and couldn't help but shudder."Sir. Sir!" He tugged at the hem of the bodyguard veteran's mail, pulled him under the nearest arrow shield, and whispered:

"Sir. There is one thing... I'll just say it, do you think, how will the British-German-Blue soldiers attack next?"

"I don't know." The veteran lifted the mask, wiped his sweaty face, and pressed his right hand against the arrow board, rubbing the longest crack:

"Right now, they have stopped archery. They probably want to rest for a while. But it's still very early before dark. Who knows what tricks Baron Robber will play. By the way, kid, don't call me sir, brothers call me Paul the Great , If you feel awkward, just add the word uncle."

"Okay, Uncle Paul." Little Albert changed his name immediately and wiped off his sweat.Because he was too nervous, he had completely forgotten how stuffy the cloth visor was; after realizing this, the heat accumulated all over his body surged up, like cooking smoke passing through a chimney, and suddenly made his head dizzy:

"Uncle Paul, uh, I have something else I want to ask, and there is something else I want to ask. What shall we do? I mean, what shall we do next? Continue to shoot with them, I'm afraid not, afraid Not—"

"Is it a good idea?" The veteran said the word for him, a trace of anxiety flashed in his blue eyes:

"You are right. We are human beings, not animals, and we always let them walk by the nose, like something. I will try, try to snipe the Baron himself. Wait, I will find the brother with the most stable hand, Give him the best workman, and lay down on the white horse. If you want to solve the problem in one go, there is only this way."

"Did you hit it?" Little Albert clutched his head and glanced outside quickly through the scratched observation hole:

"The Baron stepped back again, more than three hundred feet away from here. I'm afraid our fire guns and crossbows are out of reach, right?"

"Who knows. It all depends on the arrangement of the one above." The veteran shook his head, but the iron helmet hit the board.He simply adjusted his center of gravity and sat down directly on the top of the wall: