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The bronze horn sounded again, long and deep, like a sigh of death.Three hundred yards away, the Baron Bayonne personally waved the banner of honor, driving the real main force to launch an offensive.The face shield covered his face, but it couldn't stop the triumphant expression.

The mercenaries in iron armor immediately responded to the call.They stepped out of the firework-filled wooden stakes and didn't bother to take a look at the serfs who died in their hands.This group of powerful hookers not only covered their faces with a wet handkerchief, they also poured themselves over with cold water. When they stepped on the wooden bridge, everyone was hissing with steam, just like just The same as killing from hell.

In addition to these hooks and sickles, there were also many sergeants wearing light helmets, cloth visors or iron breastplates who appeared together under the wall.Their equipment is of the same height, with left-handed bucklers and right-handed long swords, which are very suitable for hand-to-wall combat.

The four longbowmen with arrows at their waists also stood on the back wall of the trench.They did not wear padded soft armor or leather armor like their companions, but instead wore iron plate breastplates over the lock armor.Such a thick protective gear is obviously to stand up under the firepower of the defending army, so as to provide support for the iron armored infantry climbing the stone wall.

The emergence of elite friendly forces stabilized the conscript's military spirit.They were already on the verge of collapse, but it only took a few seconds to rekindle their desire for wealth."Go to the wall!" A large man wearing soft padded armor and three sheepskin hoods on his head took the initiative to put the front of the flight ladder on his shoulders and yelled at the Zhaimen:

"Go to the wall and hack to death the sick ghosts! Go up to be a knight, follow Laozi up to become a knight master!"

"Go to the wall, go to the wall!" The four serfs repeated this word, helping the big man to lift the long ladder high."Reward the money, reward the money!" Many conscripts shouted together, squeezing toward the wall foundation regardless.One, two, three, and four. They put long ladders with iron hooks on both sides of Dongzhaimen one after another. Some impatient serfs even grabbed the crossbar before the ladder stopped. To the wall.

The three-hat man is the fastest among the impatient.But as soon as he reached half of his height, his arm was hit by a stone thrown by the militiamen, and the "click" fracture was clearly audible.

"The one above!" The big man let out a scream, his hands immediately loosened, and he slammed into the crowd below.No one reached out to respond, and the serfs were all evacuating. This hapless man full of rich and wealthy dreams hit the ground like a pocket of face, raising a large cloud of gray smoke.

The other few impatients did not end well.Some people were frightened by the ending of the big guy and threw out their hands and jumped straight to escape; some were shot through their heads by a crossbow, with their stiff fingers gripping the crossbar, almost pulling the long ladder overturned.The two most aggrieved ones were not giving way to each other during the climbing process. As a result, the shattered tiles that were thrown down screamed and fell down the wooden ladder like a Siamese baby.

They planned to climb the wall first, but they didn't even touch the green moss on the top of the wall.A large group of people died or wounded, falling in front of the defenders of the Dongzhai Wall and yelling, it was a free farce.However, these serfs are just warm-up shows, and even if they lose face, they will not affect the real stars.

After the "Siamese Baby" fell to the ground, the long ladder became temporarily empty, and no serf dared to try to climb.The four longbowmen wearing iron armor immediately set up their arrows, and shot the heavy arrows equipped with shovel-shaped arrows at the observation hole on the baffle.Taking this opportunity, the sergeant and the hooker quickly divided into four groups, covering the top of their head with a shield, and quickly approaching the long ladder.

They all have iron armors, and the guys are very handy (the hooks and sickles are also replaced with swords and shields), and the threat to the defenders is far better than those serfs with mouths full of decayed teeth and shorts and wooden shoes.Good equipment, coupled with the "noble status" of paying for food, made this group of regular soldiers arrogant. They were very rude to the friend (lower) army (servant) who stood in front of them. The serfs who descended rushed to the root of the wall to serve as a living human base for the long ladder.

When doing these things, this group of Qiuba hardly received any interference.Due to the suppression of the longbowman, the strong crossbow and the fire bludgeon all stopped shooting. The two hard-boiled arrow shields even broke directly in full view; the sparsely thrown stones were also easily bounced by the shield, hindering the effect Almost no.

Probably because the progress was too smooth, there were a few particularly strong hook and sickle hands, and they raised their helmets and laughed deliberately.They were so confident, as if the defenders had been unable to resist and could take Kotweimel by going up.

Little Albert had arrived at the designated hiding place long ago, but he couldn't help but curiosity. From time to time, he would go up to the base of the watchtower and watch secretly from the castellations.The sight in front of him made his heart cool, and the ridicule of the baron's family soldiers made him angry."Don't be arrogant!" He clenched his fist, hammered Duo Yin hard, and shouted unwillingly:

"The end is here! You will be over soon, and none of them will be dead!!"

The laughter under the wall became louder.Not only that, but there was also a sharp arrow "swishing" at Duo Yin, wiping Albert's shoulder and flying past.The arrow hit the corner of his eye, and the wave of anger hit his face.Although the shooting did not cause any damage, the Lumeng family boy was forced to curl up and temporarily stopped looking out.

But he can still listen with his ears.Probably due to the fact that their backs were leaning against the battlement, the sound of regular infantry climbing the ladder was so clear that it was incredible, as if it happened under the feet.

The group of robbers wore iron armors, shin guards on their legs, and a weapon shield. They weighed less than two weights (80 kilograms).They stepped on the ladder and creaked, causing the serfs at the root of the wall to groan again and again, but this trivial "disturbance" made the group climb faster.

A few seconds later, the first group of four iron armored infantry finally stepped on the dirty leather boots on the wall.A few broken bricks flew out feebly, but they didn't even wipe their cold hair.The victory seems to have been achieved, and the glory and rewards are right in front of them. Under the stimulation of the beautiful vision, these bloated regular soldiers howled at the same time like wild beasts, and the big sergeant headed by the big sergeant stood in front of him. , Solemnly issued a declaration in French:

"In the name of the baron, kill the rebels and purify the plague!"

Having said that, he raised the fan-shaped shield, chuckled and jumped off the battlement, and raised the sword against the arrow shield——