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The baron’s family soldiers who launched the offensive, less to say, were 60 or 70.But mercenaries in iron armor kept hiding behind. Those who held up the long ladder and screamed at the forefront were all conscripted serfs with patches on jumpers and few soft armors.

In order to stir up their enthusiasm, the baron has laid his blood: first he brought out a cauldron of stew, fed the serf with his belly rounded, and even the sleeves of his mouth could be greasy and reflective; then he showed the truth. Gold and silver, plus a lot of tempting promises, use these sweet baits to fascinate them.

When they first walked down the Imperial Avenue, these goods were just ragged coolies, and they couldn't lift their tired heads.Only three hours later, their mental state had undergone a complete change, and they volunteered to take on the most dangerous task.In the absence of defense, carrying a wooden ladder into the open space in a mess, this behavior can no longer be considered reckless, it can be called crazy.

Although the militiamen and soldiers on the east gate and the wall of the village are very busy fighting the fire, they can always save the time to clean up the live targets.For a time, I only heard the crossbow string trembling, crisp as if playing a musical instrument; there was also the roar of fire blunders, and long tongues of fire spurted from the observation hole.Ammunition shot out everywhere at the gate, on the top of the wall, behind the trench, and flew towards the group of serfs like angry bees.

Although the longbowmen continued to release their arrows to cover, and the tumbling heat wave also interfered with the aiming of the civilian soldiers, blood spattered on the spot among the running crowd, and screams broke out before and after.There was no way. There were too many enlisted serfs who rushed over. More than fifty people crowded into a group, and there was nowhere to hide.

A long ladder fell to the ground, and a large area of ​​dust was thrown up.Several human bodies fell to the ground, even if Xuan was stepped on by his companions, the screams stopped instantly.The death and injury of the companions did make some conscripts hesitate, and their pace slowed down a lot, but the fear had not spread to a large extent, and most of the serfs were still blindly rushing, and there was nothing else in their eyes except fanaticism.

The hook and sickle hand has cleared the trap so that they can concentrate on running without worrying about broken bones.However, before they crossed their chests, the serfs had one last obstacle to overcome, which was the densely arranged piles.

This fortification, if it can maintain the state when it was just repaired, can even block the knight's charge.But the rocket thrown by the longbowman long ago changed this from Bai Sensen's artificial thorns to completely unrecognizable.The more than three hundred wooden stakes that stood in front of the wall were either burning like a torch, or they fell to the ground under the high-temperature scorching, breaking into a pool of black and red charcoal.

The air near the fire site can boil the eggs hot, like a transparent flame that flows.The grilled ditch has long been unable to treat people, and the fire gunmen have already withdrawn behind the back wall; when the serfs approached, they tied themselves and the gunpowder barrels with ropes, and their comrades hurriedly pulled two ways to find ( About 3.2 meters) high top of the stone wall.

When they hang in the air, they are like babies alone and helpless.Of course the longbowman would not let go of this opportunity, often throwing feather arrows at the wall.However, the tumbling plume of smoke caused a serious disturbance to the trajectory of the arrows. Of the eight firecrackers in front of the Zhaimen, only one died, and only two or three people on the left and right walls were shot.

Overall, the retreat was fairly smooth.Compared with the defensive gunmen, the conscripted serfs sent by the offense can only be described as "tragically miserable."Although the barrier area was burned beyond recognition, and there were a lot of gaps between the piles, these passages were not only surrounded by open flames, but the ground was also full of hot ashes. Even the thick-skinned orcs could not rush over directly.

The symptom serf has neither green skin nor the floating machinery of hereditary mage. If he wants to cross the obstacle zone, he can only honestly pave the road first.After the civilian-soldier firecrackers withdrew to the top of the wall, they immediately started the work. Some people splashed sand on both sides of the passage to push the red flames back as far as possible, and others poured buckets of water on the ground, hula la la. Countless steam

The most kind of reckless guys simply wrapped the wet blanket on their bodies and rolled directly in the passage.The smoky taste makes people feel painful when they think about it, but these lunatics not only endured it, they even had time to shout."I'm getting rich! I'm getting rich!!" There was a middle-aged serf with a drake voice, whose voice was so loud that the whole wall could hear:

"A bad life, but it can be sold at a good price! Ecu! River!! It's all mine, all Lao Tzu's—"

A burning wooden stake suddenly "cracked" from the middle, bursting out a large burst of sparks.The pillar of fire smashed into the smoke and dust, clearing a gap in an instant, and the middle-aged man’s screams came to an abrupt end. He didn’t know whether he was suffocated by the high temperature air or was smashed by a lead bullet.

Little Albert felt that the latter kind of possibility should be greater.Because the shooting of iron crossbows and matchlock guns has never stopped.The vigorously burning wooden stakes did have a great impact on aiming, but the enemy was right under his nose. Even if his sight was blocked by smoke, he could guess their position by just listening to them.

Every time the militia shoots, it can cause a scream.If the firecrackers can reload faster, if the iron-armed crossbow is not disturbed when aiming, the conscripted serfs will never have the chance to cross the trenches and will be lost in the burning obstacle area.

Unfortunately, there have never been so many "ifs" on the battlefield.Although the serfs paid a lot of casualties, they still opened up a passage within half an hour and put the wooden planks on top of the trench.For them, there is only one thing left to do next, and that is to cross these temporary bridges and put the long ladders that have been laboriously transported onto the wall of Kotweimel.

This is also the most difficult step.When crossing the trench, they not only lose the smoke cover, but the longbowmen will be injured by accident because of concerns, and temporarily stop suppressing shooting.In other words, the enlistment of serfs would lose all cover and be nakedly exposed to the firepower of the defenders.

Min-bing was not polite with them.After the enemy showed up, in addition to continuing to release crossbows and blasting guns, the guards on the top of the wall also carried the broken bricks and tiles collected by the handymen on the wall and slammed them down.In just five minutes, four serfs lay at the root of the wall without moving, and even more fell to the ground groaning, and most of them were bloodied, and it would be difficult to cure them if they were rescued.

The bloody companions finally extinguished the serfs' enthusiasm and calmed them down temporarily. Driven by fear, many serfs left the wooden ladders and fled back regardless. However, in the hot fireworks, more than a dozen long-handled hooks were immediately pierced, and all the deserters were thrust into the bottom of the ditch.