Time Air Conditioner

The reason why the longbow can't open the bow with the hand is actually very simple.The group of stick jugglers, although they were divided into three groups and rotated continuously, each of them shot a hundred small arrows and was exhausted long ago.

Although the friendly forces had retreated without causing any accidental injury, they were affected by their swollen arms and could no longer throw arrows at the wall.The militia-soldier who had been suppressed for a few hours could finally expose their bodies to the fortifications without worrying about being evacuated by the goose ling sharp arrow.

Probably because of this reason, the three short spearers became more vigorous and cursed. At the end of the development, they simply sang jingle.However, they always entertained themselves and did not invite others to join.When the other two short spearers passed behind them with the severely wounded, they even reminded their colleagues to "Keep your voice down and don't disturb the injured brother."

The two militiamen and soldiers who switched to carrying stretchers were actually wounded.The one in front had a linen bandage on his forehead, and the trousers of the latter had split two big mouths, and both were stained dark red with blood.But then again, the Dongzhai Gate is connected to the walls on both sides of the wall, and there are all defenders with all tails and no injuries. How many are there now?

Little Albert blinked, feeling dizzy at the miserable scene before him.Most of the initial ecstasy has now disappeared, but the field of vision has become clearer as a result, and many details that were previously ignored can now be seen clearly.

He discovered that the wall of the wall was originally gray and white with a little green, but now it has become red and black, and there are many broken shields in between.Some shields have a blue background with golden irises, while others have a white background with the baron's quarter coat of arms painted.However, these wooden boards wrapped with iron edges are now contaminated with blood stains, minced meat, and what ghosts know, and the patterns that have been ravaged are like steel needles piercing into the eyes viciously.headache.headache!

In order to make himself feel better, but also to help the defenders work, little Albert walked into the mess.He endured a strong desire to vomit and began to clean up the garbage in the pile of corpses, especially the shields scattered on the ground.But this job is not as easy as it seems. There is no other reason. Many shields are not a solitary piece, but are tightly attached to the dead man's arm and cannot be pulled off.

Little Albert was unable to carry the entire body.He can only pick up smaller pieces.Last week, he couldn’t dream of today’s situation: a child who can only help with chores at home and dare not even kill chickens and rabbits, actually staggers on the red and greasy top, with a broken arm covered with a shield. Carefully lift up, while still paying attention to your feet, so as not to accidentally step on the air and fall down two ways to find (about 3.2 meters) high wall.

This is not over yet.After collecting the "goods", he had to stagger up to dozens of rulers, and threw the cold and stiff "branches" together with the shield into the stacking point.Although it was just an unnamed open space drawn under the root of the wall by Paul the Great.So many stumps and severed arms, all hitting in a small space, not only the smelly sky, but also the surrounding bugs...wait, there are no flies coming?

This situation was so strange that it made Albert's numb brain work again.He threw the "garbage" down the wall in a hurry, ignoring the many blood stains on his sleeves, cloth faceplate chest, and trousers, and hurried towards the nominal bodyguard."Uncle Paul!" Although the young Albert yelled very hard, his voice became very dull, and all the words he uttered were inaudible:

"It's strange—I mean, something is wrong. Come and take a look, you quickly go over and take a look, the pile of...that pile of dirty things underneath, there have been no bugs."

"What's weird?" The big Paul held Albert's shoulders to help him stand firm, but his expression was very impatient, and his eyes kept drifting to the siege camp to the west:

"After a few hours of fighting, it was smoke and fire. Black powder used hundreds of livres. Is the air poisonous? Your nose—no, not just your nose, ours The nose is smoked enough to smell the gunpowder smoke, but the flies are so shrewd that they can smell it from a long distance. Little guy, they won't come to die, don't worry about this bunch of bugs. And yes, Don't do any rough work like moving the corpse. Follow my orders and continue to find a place to observe the enemy. Those pirate boys will definitely not be reconciled."

The veteran's estimate of the situation is 100% correct.Although the enemy suffered heavy losses, the Baron himself escaped all sniping and was safe.Not only did he not roll up the bedding, but instead jumped off his horse, quickly gathered up the defeated soldiers who ran back, and prepared for the next round of attack:

In front of the defenders of Dongzhaimen, Sir Alex Ferguson began to perform the old drama of big pot of stew and large amounts of gold and silver, but it was mainly aimed at mercenaries; the colored numbers that were withdrawn were also sent into the tent. It was good to rest and recuperate. There was a yellow-haired sergeant whose whole body was stained red with blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Even the baron brought it in with his own hands. Little Albert was speechless.

This performance by Bertrand de Bayonne really worked.The dejected mercenaries once again took off their helmets and saluted their baron, and by the way played the traditional trick of banging the shield with the sword.A few people played until they got up, and they pointed their swords at the Dongzhai Gate and murmured a lot in English. They must be talking about revenge.

The movements of these band of British-German bandits made little Albert frown again, and the two rows of teeth clenched.However, the twelfth Baron Bayonne did not agree to the petition of the mercenaries.Next, he first rode on a white horse and gave a loud speech, calming people's hearts with baskets of nonsense, and then ran into the city camp, pretending to inspect the enlisted serfs.

After calming down the poor gang of scarred and gray-headed worms, Lord Baron was not satisfied with it, and took the knights with him and rode a few times around the fence wall of the camp.He found out a few problems on the toilet, and instructed the longbowmen to re-adjust the picket. That dazzling posture is really exaggerated than the king's patrol.

During this period, there was also a grand epic battle.The boss of Gerrard sent two scouts on horseback to try to find the weakness of the siege camp, but Bertrand led the knights and charged away on the spot.

Such a glorious victory not only made the Baron equestrian proudly showing off his personal skills, but also boosted the morale of the mercenaries, and the shadow of failure (at least on the surface) was instantly swept away.The hooker, the longbowman, and the sergeant raised their arms and shouted together, as if the defeat on the Dongzhai wall had never happened.