"Push hard, push! Push hard! Push hard..."

Accompanied by uniform slogans, the simple siege vehicles pushed by the servants slowly drove towards the village gate of the south wall of the village of Folder.

The land that became soft after the snow has become harder these days, but the servants still struggled to push.

The heavy siege car made a creaking sound. Every time the servants took a step, their short boots would sink into the soil. However, one after another, they stepped on the dirt road a lot.

The top of the siege car is inverted "V" shape. In addition to laying out the skeletons with branches, it is also covered with a row of tied shields and a layer of leather to prevent the archers from fild Village from firing arrows to kill the cart.

"Arrowman, enter the battlefield!"

After Baron Quinier gave orders to the messenger beside him, the messenger shouted loudly towards the archers' array at the top of his voice.

The agile archers quickly left the marching team and ran towards the shield left in the last battle.

Most of these archers were hunters and rangers in Baron Quinier's territory, and most of them were wearing simple tunics and hoods. Some wealthier archers just coated an armed jacket or a layer of homemade rough leather armor.

In the archers' array, an old man with gray hair and curly beard was particularly conspicuous.

I saw a chain armor turban on his head, and a rusty scale armor was worn outside his old armed clothes. In addition, he also wore a pair of sturdy ply arm guards.

Bill on the village wall noticed the old guy from afar. He guessed that this guy should be an old arrow maker in Baron Quinier's territory.

"Maybe we should capture him alive." Bill thought so.

On the left wing of Quinier's slow progress, a nine-meter-high siege tower was slowly moving forward under the guidance of the servants.

However, unlike siege cars, siege towers do not protect the siegemen on both sides of it from bows and arrows.

To this end, Baron Quinier specially sent a team of freeminist soldiers holding shields to gather the peddlers in the cart to help them block Raiya as much as possible.

After all, this siege tower was a hasty work by the Italian engineer. In many places, the bark was not even scratched, but was simply and roughly connected by thick ropes and large rivets. Two ladders were fixed on the back, and the front was covered with animal skins and shields were tied to block arrows.

"keep going!"

This time, Baron Quinier no longer recklessly let the serf soldiers without armor and shields rushed to the front as if they were killed. Instead, they combined them with the freeminist soldiers, allowing the freeminist soldiers with armor and shields to cover them up.

Now, Baron Quinier has to reduce casualties. Even these farmers who he regards as grass mustards - he still has to lead troops to support Count Luowen after this battle. If there are too many soldiers killed, not to mention whether the morale will collapse, his own face will not look good.

Even the servant carrying the ladder followed the siege car and the siege tower, and after the archers under the village wall shot dead corner, they came to build the ladder.

"Swoosh, swosh..."

Bill took the lead in letting go of the longbow, and another archer who was chosen to practice the longbow with Bill every day also released his hands. The two feather arrows flew at high speed like eagles that broke away from the bondage towards the enemy archers entering the battlefield.

"Be careful, avoid it!"

In the open space, an alert young archer raised his head and saw two small black dots streaking across a perfect parabola in the distance. Then he came to them quickly and couldn't help but remind his companions around him loudly.

But it's still one step late.

"Puff!"

"Ahhhhh!" With a dull sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh, a middle-aged archer with rotten teeth was hit in the abdomen, his body softened and fell to the ground, and screamed fiercely.

But for their gratitude, when they realized it, another arrow was just inserted into the soil.

"Why can their bows and arrows shoot so far?"

Seeing someone hit an arrow, the archers couldn't help but cheer up and remained intent. At the same time, muttered in their hearts.

In their perception, the hunting bow recurve they usually see is at the end of their strength when the range is as far as one hundred meters. Now, they are still nearly 150 meters away from the village wall, but the enemy's bows and arrows can fly over such a long distance to attack them. I really don't know what's going on.

"Davidson, Davidson? Hell!" The friend of the arrowhead archer hurried over to help him check his injuries.

Although the unlucky guy was shot with a light arrow, it still penetrated deeply into his belly. The red blood dyed the dirty gray robe on his body, which looked even scary.

The power of the Welsh longbow is no joke.

At the peak of manufacturing technology and longbowman level two centuries later, it could penetrate leather and liner armor from a distance of 200 to 260 meters, and even penetrate chain mail of average quality. Within an eighty-meter distance, longbows could almost be said to be invincible, and even plate armor could shoot through, which shows that.

"I have to thank those damn Norman pirates for giving us the gifts." Simon on the village gate looked at the archers who were as small as an ant in the distance and fell to the ground with an arrow. She was amazing.

"I have to find a way to get another batch of longbows. Even if I can't do it, I have to get a batch of purple-shirted wood to make my own longbows." A bold idea came to Simon's mind.

Since the first unlucky guy was shot, Bill found that the cunning archers were like slippery loaches, and it was difficult for them to hit them again.

"Prepare to shoot arrows!"

Seeing that the archers had entered more than 80 meters away from the village wall, Bill turned his head and shouted loudly at the archers.

"Swoosh!swoosh!swoosh..."

After a while, the sound of arrow strings and the sound of arrows flying out of the air at high speed came from the village wall.

The young men of the Archery Team were basically training every day, either hunting or practicing target shooting in the newly built archery field. They estimated the wind power, parabola and the speed of the enemy's movement, calculated in advance and let go of their hands, then pulled out the next arrow from the quiver.

At this time, the enemy archers who were about to arrive in the open space who were about to defend the shield fifty meters away from the village wall began to suffer casualties.

Some archers were shot in the thigh and fell to the ground, almost losing their ability to move; some archers were shot in the chest and abdomen, and soft armor and armed clothes did not protect them. All they could do was to endure great pain and die.

At this time, the power of the Welsh longbow of Bill and another archer was revealed - there was an archer who was shot on the shoulder. Although he was wearing leather armor, the arrow still penetrated his shoulder deeply. The white feathers at the tail of the arrow were almost touched to his leather armor coat, and then they were stained red by the continuous gushing blood.

"It's our turn now for the bitch!"

Behind the oak shield with more than a dozen arrows, the old white-haired arrow maker suppressed his anger and pulled out six arrows from the quiver held behind him and inserted them into the soil.

He picked up an arrow, took a few steps carefully, and his eyes quickly locked on the village wall. A young man was shooting quickly with an arrow and a bow.

Immediately afterwards, he skillfully pulled the bowstring, and "swoosh" the arrow with the soil flew out at high speed.

He hid back behind the shield, and sure enough, a short scream came from the village wall, and he knew he had succeeded.

"Damn it!"

Simon on the village wall heard the screams coming from beside him. He was always paying attention to the movements of the enemy troops and couldn't help but turn his head and look at the poor young man's neck was pierced by a bow and arrow, his body collapsed to the ground, and his mouth kept spitting blood and foam, and it seemed that he couldn't survive.

Simon had no time to be sad. When he looked back, he saw that the enemy's army and siege equipment had crossed the stones he had piled up to mark two or fifty-hundred meters away. Simon then shouted to the soldiers beside him: "Two hundred and fifty meters!"

"Two hundred and fifty meters!"

The soldier shouted loudly in the direction of the trench horn tower.

The launch angle and torque of the catapult were adjusted in advance. Ryan roughly estimated the direction and speed of the enemy's siege car, and the budget was made in advance, and then said to the workers next to him: "It's now, let it go!"

"Bang!"

The torsion arm of the catapult was lifted at high speed and hit the buffer pad on the stop rail, raising a large area of ​​dust.

The big rock flew quickly towards the direction of the siege car. The soldiers gathered next to the siege car opened their eyes full of fear and subconsciously raised their shields.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ryan's advance measurement was too small, and the stones did not hit the siege car, but hit the siege car in the queue of free civilian soldiers closely following behind the siege car.

The most unlucky Freeman soldier who was hit directly, everyone around him knew him because he was an old gambler. He won a lot of money by playing dice games with others these days, which was impressive.

God gave him good luck a few days ago, but now the good luck disappeared without a trace.

The huge rock that was coming quickly first hit the gambler's shield, and then knocked him to the ground without slowing down like a ball of plasticine.

Immediately afterwards, the stone that had not weakened much kinetic energy directly smashed the gambler soldier to the waist. Mixed with shield chips and torn clothes, the large stone made his upper body split, and the flesh flew everywhere, and the disgusting blood mist splashed everywhere.

When everything was settled, the soldiers next to them saw the unlucky gambler's body - Shang Huan's complete lower body, the gray intestine connected to the lower body on the mud, and the broken internal organs were sprinkled everywhere.

The faces, bodies, hands, and weapons of many soldiers around were splashed with the gambler's flesh and blood.

The psychological impact this brought them far exceeded the terrifying feeling of watching their teammates be killed by the enemy with ordinary weapons - God blessed, they witnessed a living teammate being torn and dismembered in front of them, and their bodies were still stuck to their blood and minced meat.

The strong smell of blood spread, and many soldiers began to vomit. Even the veteran who had been on the battlefield several times felt a turbulent wave in his throat.

"Reload! The amount is less in advance, we have to adjust the angle and direction." Ryan and the workers reported the results of this shooting, with indifference in their words.
Chapter completed!