At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

"it is good."

"It's just that Your Excellency brought me to see what the purpose of the siege is?"

"You'll know when the time comes." Feng Sen had a mysterious smile on his face.

Chapter 343 This is magic, this is the enemy's magic!

In the Walledi city, thousands of adult men surrounded an earthen platform, and on top of the earthen platform was a Slav warlock.

He was wearing a buckskin robe, with two thick gray and white beards hanging down to his stomach, like two white suspenders.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but his somewhat messy short hair was also parted in the middle, and when put together with the thick gray-white beard, it looked extraordinarily funny.

In the audience, everyone gathered around, with anxiety, fear and anger in their eyes.

They can see that their former village was destroyed by the Saxon light cavalry, and their former neighbors, relatives and even lovers failed to escape the clutches and became slaves of the Saxons.

Even, at this moment, they could hear the footsteps of the Saxons. Standing on the wall of the city wall, they could clearly see the soldiers of the Siris tribe in black armor.

The cloud of war is approaching.

In the eyes of everyone, the Veleti warlock knew that he could not be silent, he needed to bring hope and courage to these warriors.

The sorcerer with the head parted in the middle held up the cane made of vines, his voice was hoarse, but he was still roaring:

"My warriors! I believe you have seen the evil Saxon army outside the city walls. They are cruel and bloody enough to make cowards fear!

I thought you would do the same, but now, in the eyes I see, in all the eyes, there is a fighting fire, for we are the masters of this place, the Villetti.

The blood of freedom and glory flows in our blood, no matter what kind of enemy we face, we will fight to the end! "

His voice echoed in the air, from low to high, becoming more and more passionate, while the heads of the people in the audience slowly lifted up following his passionate voice.

"Today, we are facing a cruel war. We are the descendants of the Slavic gods, brave and tenacious, with an innate spirit of resistance!

It is for this reason that all Villetti are united before the gods, we are not alone!

Kniaz from Tingen (as the Waller of Velletti calls it) has supported us with four hundred brave warriors. Look, we now have twelve hundred strong and brave warriors! "

At this point, the crowd burst into cheers and encouragement, and the Villetti warriors from Tingen made bodybuilding or brave movements in coordination.

"We are gathered together because I am the guardian of this land, and our ancestors once defeated stronger enemies.

Today, we will stand together, shoulder to shoulder against the demons from Saxony, and let them know that our will is unshakable and our land is inviolable! "

Warlock's voice was passionate and surging: "Now is the time for us to defend our homeland and protect our loved ones! The souls of our ancestors will be with us, and their power will flow in our blood. We will fight with unyielding will and fearlessness The courage to meet the enemy!

Soldiers, let us raise the banner of the Villetti!Let us show our unparalleled bravery and fearlessness on the battlefield!

Today, we will write a heroic legend handed down from generation to generation, and we will return to our land with the glory of victory! "

Warlock's voice was like thunder, and he raised his staff aloft as if it were a battle banner issuing orders to charge.

"Oooo!"

The Villetti warriors held up their weapons and roared loudly in unison.

"Great Warlock, Great Warlock!" Just as the old warlock was blushing and enjoying the cheers of the crowd, an untimely voice broke the old warlock's exclusive moment.

"Saxons, the Saxons are attacking!"

Although the old warlock still ordered the warriors to return to their positions immediately, he still asked the servant with some displeasure: "What a fuss, where are those Saxons?"

"About two hundred paces."

"Look at how anxious you are, only two hundred steps, why panic?"

"But, but they pushed a lot of monsters!"

Following behind the little attendant, the old warlock came to the wall of the city wall. This wall was made of tall trees and reached a height of six meters. There were two layers of wooden rafts with rammed earth inside.

This city wall is only half a meter thick, which is thin in Feng Sen's eyes, but this thickness is far beyond the range that many javelins and arrows can penetrate. At least this city wall has never been breached when it was attacked by other tribes before. .

Also because of this thickness, there is basically no way for people to stand on the city wall. We can only temporarily build wooden plank roads and use ladders to go up and down. This is really embarrassing for an old bone like an old warlock.

The old warlock climbed up to the top of the city, panting, supported the edge of the wooden wall, and looked into the distance, but when he saw it, he was stunned, what is that?

The old warlock squinted his eyes. In front of his eyes, there were triangular frames with a long pole installed on them. In front of the long pole, a cart covered with leather was slowly moving forward. There was a shadow behind the cart. On both sides of the triangular shelf, there are Saxon warriors holding wooden shields to guard.

They couldn't understand it, the old warlock couldn't understand it, and the warriors of Villetti couldn't understand it either. Under the silent gaze, the warriors threw their javelins one after another, but they couldn't penetrate the chariot covered with cowhide. Watching them go forward.

They watched [-] five-pointed cannons under the protection of the chariot reach the distance of [-] steps in front of the city wall, watched the panicked bannermen put heavy stones into their skin bags, and watched the peasants They let out a tidy chant and pulled the leather rope down suddenly.

"Om-"

It seems that some beast is roaring?Why is this roar getting closer and closer, is it a bird?Everyone raised their heads one after another, and stones the size of 20 yuan buckets fell from the sky.

The city wall trembled, and rubble was scattered everywhere.

A huge stone hit the unlucky guy whose body was more than half protruding from the city wall first, and the stone with a huge impact directly dented his chest, and the blood swayed like a fountain, like a beautiful flower. poppies.

The samurai of Villetti have not even realized what happened, or what happened in front of them has surpassed their imagination

Blood flooded the soles of the old warlock's feet, and the howling and crying broke the curiosity and daze of the warriors. Amid the crying and howling, these emotions gradually turned into anger and fear.

How much effort does it take to throw a stone the size of a bucket so far!

A warrior who can do this kind of thing may be one in a million, or even one in a million, but now, there are such people in front of them, and there are twenty more.

"This is magic, this is the enemy's magic! Only those who don't believe in the gods will be hit!" The old warlock stood up from the guard's protection while holding his crooked clothes, "They invited evil giants, But we are not afraid, we have the protection of the gods, they cannot kill us! Ha! Those who do not believe in God will be in trouble!

The power of giants will always be exhausted, such attacks cannot be launched several times a day, you see, now they can no longer throw..."

"Om-"

Sawdust flew across, and the sound of huge stones hitting the city wall was like thunder, covering up the words of the old warlock for a while.

"Counterattack, counterattack!" The old warlock, who was crushed by several guards, screamed loudly, "Counterattack!"

Fight back, where can you fight back?

The stones rolled on the ground, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in my heart. The crowd in the city ran around, screaming and crying intertwined.

The warriors clenched their spears and axes tightly, and before they could figure it out, the death-like humming sounded again. This time they finally learned how to be obedient, and quickly lay down on the wooden plank road.

Twenty stones smashed heavily on the wall.

A piece of wood was cracked, and the soil was squeezed out of the gap. Sixty five-point cannons that fired alternately were used. After a short rest, they ushered in the first attack of the second round.

The shock made it almost impossible for the warriors to stand up stably. Everyone held the handle of the ax tightly, and cold sweat rolled down their cheeks. Whenever the warriors looked at each other, they could hear their respective heartbeats.

Stones passed overhead, amidst the screams of the crowd, the former houses collapsed, and their homes were reduced to ruins, but they didn't even know how to attack their opponents.

The nearest opponent is standing seventy paces away with a wooden shield. There are no seventy pace spears in the world, and some of the shortbows and slingshots in their hands can't even shoot seventy paces, let alone penetrate Through shields and chariots.

The Valetti warriors on the ramparts howled impotently and furiously.

"what--"

"You cowards, if you have the ability to go up the city wall, come to a duel, come on!"

"Come here!"

The only responses to them were the uninterrupted humming, the sound of the horns being pulled down, and the sound of stones hitting the city wall and dust and mud falling.

Facing the setting sun, Matthews was riding on his horse, his whole body was icy cold. The city in front of him was like a small Sodom or Gomorrah. help.

"Deacon Matthews." Feng Sen came to Matthews on a slightly thin flying mane. "I have an idea. I want to choose a fertile place among the many strongholds in Villetti to set up a diocese directly under the Holy See. The Pope can appoint bishops at will without going through me, Charlie or the local lord. What do you think?"

Matthews didn't reply, he was still staring blankly at the city in front of him.

"My friend." Feng Sen smiled, and put his hand on Matthews' shoulder, "Now, am I qualified to decide who is the enemy of God in the north?"

Chapter 344 Battles must be fought and roads must be paved, this is considered healthy!

The clear sunlight shone on the broken walls of the Fortress of Villetti, and the smell of blood had gradually stank after a night of fermentation.

In the formerly luxuriant fields, a great battle or massacre is unfolding.

After yesterday's stone-throwing bombardment, three gaps had appeared on the wall, the largest gap being only two meters above the ground.

The Villetti warriors who couldn't bear the torture finally couldn't bear it anymore. They would rather fight to the death with the enemy in the wild battlefield, but they didn't want to be stoned to death by unknown stones.

"Warriors! Today, we face a desperate battle!"

Before the expedition, the words of encouragement from the old warlock still echoed in their ears: "Although our weapons and equipment are not as good as our opponents, we have courage and perseverance!

We will not be intimidated by the shadow of death!We will defend our land and dignity with our flesh and blood!

Maybe we will fail and die, but the gods bless you, even if there is only one woman left in the Villetti, it must be the Villetti who will destroy the Saxons! "

"Oooo--"

Amid the venting speeches of warlocks and leaders, a thousand Villetti warriors rushed out of the city with longaxes and shields.

They ran wildly, they roared, their eyes shone with determination, they raised their weapons and vowed to defend their homeland.

The idea is good.

It's a pity that these thousand Villetti warriors are called warriors, but there may not even be one-twentieth of the real warrior class. Most of them are young and strong from nearby villages and surrounding villagers.

These Villetti "samurai" are equipped with good weapons, but a leather armor and a long axe. If the conditions are not good, they even go to the battlefield with wooden spears.

And what they were facing was [-] Eight Banners Ding and [-] soldiers.

Among the bannermen, about [-]% were wearing leather armor and chain mail, and the average person had a waist knife and a spear, and the government soldiers, let alone, looked at the spear and the armor covering the face to know what level it was .

The Veleti held the heavy axes in their hands tightly, but compared with the waist knives and horizontal knives of the Banner Army soldiers, they were rough and not sharp enough.

Their shields are made of simple wood and animal skins, which cannot resist the sharp arrow rain and the slashing of knives and guns.

The iron armor shone with the sun's rays, the blades of the swords and guns flowed with light, arrows shot like raindrops, and blood and pain fell.

The gods didn't protect them, courage and perseverance couldn't cut through iron armor, and the soldiers of the Banner Mansion didn't even need any skills and tactics, but simply stood up, which had already made the Villetti people who went out of the city to fight desperate.

Every time they charged, they were ruthlessly repulsed by the Banner Army soldiers.

Every swing of the ax cannot penetrate the opponent's shield and armor.

They were advancing desperately, but they were still retreating, and despair was like a fog, permeating the army formation of the Veleti.

"It's so cruel." Standing on the watchtower and witnessing this massacre-like battle, Feng Sen was amazed.

Feng Sen shook his head. He was kind-hearted and didn't want to crush the situation. He gave Wei Xunzhi an order and went down the watchtower: "Let me know when the fight is over. I'll go and see how the road is going."

This one-sided battle only lasted less than half an hour, and this half hour also included the time for the two sides to approach each other and shoot javelins and arrows at each other.

In other words, the total time the two sides fought was only 10 minutes.

Three and ten minutes is already very powerful. After all, although these Villetti people have poor weapons, poor equipment, poor tactics, and poor organization, they are still comparable to the bannermen in terms of bravery and determination to die.

It took three days and five hours from Feng Sen's arrival at the city to the capture of the city.

On the first day, pave the road and set up camp. On the second day, build trebuchets (the cost of long-distance transportation is high and can only be built on site). On the third day, use trebuchets to attack the city.

As early as the third day, Feng Sen was already studying the next walled city, he was really studying the next walled city, and the route was planned.

At this time, on the forest plain where the stronghold is located, Nuoqi Battalion, Siqi Battalion, and righteous followers are holding rope loops, like a noose, catching the fleeing Villetti people, oh no, it should be Villetti slaves.

The gate of the walled city was opened, and the old warlock and the leader were hung at the gate of the city. Bannermen searched for property in the walled city like locusts, and the weeping Villetti women, old and weak, were tied up with ropes and transported outside the gate.

The soldiers in armor patrolled the city in groups of four.

The government soldiers did not participate in the robbery, they were rewarded with land and military exploits, and they got at most [-]% of the spoils looted from the flagmen, and the rest had to be handed over.

As for the slaves they captured, private trafficking is not allowed, and they can only be escorted to military judges. After all, none of them personally beat them, but Feng Sen entrusted them with the task of capturing slaves.

The trophies and slaves handed in will also be given to these government soldiers and tooth soldiers based on their military merits, and they don't need to dirty their hands at all.

Even these government soldiers are still maintaining order, stopping the indiscriminate killing, arson, and rape of the bannermen and righteous followers, and they have received a lot of grateful eyes.

Although the Villetti warriors were not strong, there were still some unlucky soldiers who were injured. Those slightly injured soldiers sat by the river, cleaned their wounds, and opened the equipped medicine box to find herbs. , and found the golden sore medicine from it.

This medicine box was designed by Kang Dezhen, and the herbs inside were also developed by Kang Dezhen. The plants in Europa are completely different from the plants in the Central Plains, but you can find similar effects. For example, this golden sore medicine is made of marigold leaves, which also have the effect of stopping bleeding and preventing infection.

In the lingering flames of the battlefield, the peasants walked past the huge one-armed giants in awe and went to the open space in front of the city wall.

Wooden sticks were used to surround fences in the open space, filled with all kinds of trophies. The peasants pushed wheelbarrows, drove donkey carts, or simply took a wooden stick to pick up heavy packages and bags, and walked to the back of the camp. go.

These trophies include leather and honey, pearl jewelry, various agricultural products, various fabrics and utensils, and of course a lot of Solidar gold coins and various silver coins. Feng Sen also saw a lot of amber and gemstones that obviously came from Opalite.

In addition to these goods, there were [-] cattle, [-] horses, [-] sheep, [-] pigs, [-] chickens, ducks, and poultry, as well as barley and rye that had not yet been fully counted.

Of course, apart from these goods, the most precious commodity should be slaves.