As the high-speed rotation of the catapult cable and the friction of the air, stones with huge kinetic energy ran towards the air from the village wall and the open space under the village wall.

After dense stones passed a perfect upward curve in the air, they flew towards the serf soldiers and mercenaries who looked terrified in the open space outside the village.

Suddenly, the dull sound of stones hitting human body sounded in the open space, and there were continuous painful hums and screams.

"Click!"

A serf soldier who was struggling to move forward on the farmland outside the village faced the stones and was hit in the forehead by a flowing stone.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of bone cracks sounded, and the poor guy was beaten to the head and blood, and fell to the snow, and then there was no movement.

Many serf soldiers who were hit by stones only felt their stomachs numb at first, and then, the severe pain that followed made them unable to stand firmly, collapsed on the ground, curled up like a lobster.

"Hehe, do you like this? Since you like it, then come more!" A villager with a smirk leaned against the cover of the village walls and kept calling out the serf soldiers and mercenaries under the village walls one by one with the stone-catted rope in his hand.

Because the space on the village wall is small and many soldiers and archers are arranged, Simon can only arrange a small number of villagers with good intentions to attack the enemy accurately on the village wall. The rest are throwing stones outside the village in the open space under the village wall. As for whether they can smash people or not, it depends on luck.

"Bang!"

The zheng Ye Shield in the hand of a mercenary made a loud noise. The mercenary felt that the shield-holding arm was extremely sore, just like someone was knocking his shield with a war hammer.

"Bang!"

Another stone hit the shield. Now, the zhengye shield made of many wooden boards became a little loose, and the mercenary suspected that his old friend was about to fall apart.

"Bang!"

The third stone was a large stone, and it smashed the shield directly. After smashing the shield, the stone had no intention of stopping, and hit the leather armor on the chest of the mercenary. Fortunately, it was already at the end of its strength and did not cause much damage to the mercenary.

"God bless, these damn stones almost killed me!"

"laugh!"

Just before the terrified mercenary could recover, a feather arrow penetrated deeply into his chest. The usually flexible and solid leather armor was as vulnerable as a layer of ridiculous thin cotton cloth.

"The power of this longbow is great!" Bill, who was holding the longbow on the village wall, said with emotion, hurriedly hid behind the wall. For a moment, an arrow roared past the place where he had just stood.

Since the last time he seized these two longbows from Wales from the Norman Pirates, Simon has handed it over to Bill and another young man with excellent archery skills.

Bill couldn't put it down. He could clearly feel that this bow was much more powerful than the hunting bow he used to use and the shooting range was much longer, but it was more laborious to pull the bow and the shooting interval was relatively long.

"Clang!"

An unfortunate mercenary was hit by a big stone on his dirty, segmented helmet, and screamed and fell to the ground. After a closer look, the helmet was actually smashed into a significant depression.

"This is simply a massacre!" Captain Geram, beside Baron Quinnier, exclaimed.

"Relax, my friend, this attack is just a test," Baron Quinier said slowly. It seemed that he didn't care much about the casualties of these serf soldiers on the battlefield.

Looking at the serf soldiers who were getting more and more casualties, and the mercenaries who were pressed by stones and arrows from afar, Baron Quinier felt that it was almost done and waved to the messenger beside him: "Let them come back."

"Woo, woo, woo~"

The sound of retreating horns resounded throughout the battlefield.

Many serfs felt that the low trumpet sound from behind was as pleasant as the trumpet of an angel, and even more exciting than the chants sang by monks.

"Go away!"

The serf soldiers who could not bear the battle again and the cunning and agile mercenaries faded away like a tide.

"Let's go!" The archer behind the shield inserted the arrow into the soil and collected the arrows, put them back into the archer, and then followed the retreating people to the direction of the camp.

Some people helped their neighbors up and limped back to the camp. However, more of the unwatched wounded moaned in pain in the bone-throwing snow and lost consciousness in despair.

"Look, they ran away like mice with their tails stomped!"

"We won!"

The archers and soldiers on the village wall cheered loudly.

There is no doubt that for them, this was a happy and joyful victory. The enemy either died in battle or was defeated and was only concerned about escaping.

Except for a slow-moving old thrower on the village wall who was injured by a stray arrow, everyone else was safe and sound.

"God bless!" Father James climbed up to the village wall, looking at the bodies and wounded left by the enemy on the snow outside the village wall, and couldn't help but shut up his eyes.

"Dear Father, this is definitely God's blessing us. Except for the old Milson who was not lucky and injured by his arm, no one else was injured or dead." Miller said to Father James with a smile, pointing to Milson, who was bleeding from his arms behind him, "Please take him to the pharmacist Arthuron to treat the wound!"

"I can help bleed," Father James said with a hot pillow.

"No, no, my dear priest, we have a safer way to deal with it by God himself!" Simon, who was standing beside him, said quickly.

His head hurts when he hears the word "bloodle". It seems that this is a foolish method that even the relatively open Father James cannot avoid. It is really deeply rooted and firmly rooted in people's hearts.

"Is that true?" Father James pinched a thorn of beard with interest.

"It's a long story." Simon sighed. It seemed that he had to push all this to the fabricated old monk in the white-clothed forest.

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"It hurts so much!"

"Oh my God, I want to go home!"

In Baron Quinier's camp, many injured serfs gathered next to the newly ignited bonfire and were treated with bloodletting from the priests.

Most of the surviving serf soldiers were dejected and their eyes looked towards the direction of the Fold Village were filled with fear. It was obvious that they would need at least one or two days of rest before they could reopen to the battle again.

"Where did their stone-cattering soldiers come from?" Baron Quinier's angrily questioned almost overturned the camp.

In Baron Quinier's warm tent, two skinny guys wearing black hoods lowered their heads pitifully and stood in front of the Baron without saying a word.

"My master, I, I don't know. We had been living in their village for a few days a month ago as passing pilgrims, but we didn't see even a catapult." A spy replied cautiously.

"He was right, Master, God as evidence. At that time, there were no stone-capping ropes in their village, let alone stone-capping soldiers!" Another spy's eyes flashed with a trace of resentment that was extremely difficult to capture. His breathing was tight and he didn't even speak very easily.

"So those stone-casting soldiers are transformed by God? In fact, Pierre, Nino, you are just two trash! Forget the rewards I promised to give you after the victory of the war, you did nothing! Now, get out of here!" Baron Quinier yelled at the two spies angrily.

The two spies nodded carefully, and did not dare to show one of them, and slowly left the tent.

"Although there is a little deviation from the plan, this village is actually not difficult to break." Baron Quinier gradually calmed down after he exclaimed, and said confidently to Captain Geram beside him.

"Yes, I didn't expect that there would be stone throwers on and behind the village walls. In addition, the dozen or so archers were all good at archery skills, and they actually killed four of my brothers." Captain Geram said in agreement.

"Yes, so next time I attack, I will let the archers suppress the stone-population soldiers, let the shield-holding Freeman soldiers carry the ladder, and let your people and my elite heavy infantry climb the ladder to attack the wall. Other serf soldiers and freeman soldiers and other village gates were broken and rushed in, and they were all caught!" Baron Quinier said thinking.

"They are doomed this time!" Captain Geram laughed greedily.

"We don't have much time to waste. My monarch sent a messenger and urged me to deal with the Baron Dorsten as soon as possible, and then go to Dusseldorf to assist in the siege!" Quinnier sighed with some concern, picked up the wooden cup filled with red wine on the table, and drank it all in one go.

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In the roadside forest leading to Dorstenburg in the Fieldhausen Ranch, a team of elite cavalry is waiting for the emergence of "prey".

"Look, they are here!" Fox pointed at the road far away.

Sure enough, a team of ox carts and food supplies escorted by five Dorsten family private soldiers and a group of serf soldiers appeared on the road not far away.

The road passes through a gentle slope without any obstruction. In this section of the road, the road is semicircular and bypasses the bottom of the gentle slope, while the cavalry hide in the forest at the end of the grass at the top of the gentle slope, waiting for the best time to charge.

"It's now, kill!"

"Kill!"

With the shouts of Fox and Sir Hunter, the cavalry who had been pressing long ago in the forest jumped out and rushed towards the unprepared convoy.

"Hide behind the car, don't panic, don't run around!"

"Don't run around!"

The more experienced Dolsten family's private soldiers immediately asked the carriageman to stop the horse and hid behind the carriage.

But helplessly, most of the serf soldiers who had no experience were scared to see the cavalry armed to the full speed of their teeth and fled around like frightened rabbits.

Sure enough, the cavalry passing through the high speed of the carriage and ox workshops stabbed their spears into the backs of the serf soldiers. The sound of horse hooves, screams, wails and overflowing blood broke the tranquility of the grass.

"Stop! Stop! Let's surrender." The five private soldiers of the Dorsten family were unable to turn the world back and had no chance to escape, so they surrendered very simply.

Two cavalry dismounted, one confiscated the weapons from the five private soldiers, and the other held a thick and strong rope and tied the hands of the five people firmly in turn.

"Very good." Fox slowly rode his foal to the next side of the supplies carriage, and used his big hand that was as fat as sausage to lift the tarp on the roof.

I saw bags of neatly packed flour, pieces of complete cheese, several large braised pork, and several baskets of roasted apples.

"It's great, bring all of this to our temporary camp." Fox took out a dry apple from the basket, wiped it casually on the collar of the oily clothes, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Mr. Hunter, what should we do with these coachmen and surrendered serf soldiers?" A cavalry came to Sir Hunter.

Hunter, who had just experienced the charge, was sweating heavily, with "white smoke" emitting his head, and snow and blood of serfs stuck to his delicate chain mail. He looked up at the prisoners waiting for his fate on the grass on the roadside, and said casually: "There are not too many prisoners in the temporary camp, so kill them all."

"This is not possible. Dear Lord Hunter, after Lord Quinnier controls the entire Baron, these people will most likely become his future leaders. I believe Lord Baron does not want to see a ranch without young and middle-aged labor?" Fox heard Sir Hunter's random execution order and hurriedly dissuaded.

"Can you let them go and let them continue to join the Koother army?" Hunter frowned, and his eyes looked at Fox with a little joke and contempt.

"You don't have to worry about this problem at all. Even if you let them go, Coother, who has lost the supply of food and grass, will be vulnerable even if he assembles many troops!" Fox explained patiently to Hunter.

"Hmm." Hunter did not agree, but did not object. He stared at Fox intently, as if waiting for him to finish everything.

"We have cut off the three most wealthy fiefs from the entire Baron's rank - Hinxer Village, Ulfin Manor and Fieldhausen Ranch to Dorstenburg. In this way, we not only obtained the food and grass that Lord Quinnier urgently needed, but also greatly weakened Baron Dorsten's power." Fox paused and turned his eyes to the direction of Dorstenburg to the north.

"I have an insider in Dorstenburg. At that time, they will burn their granary and make it worse. Even if Cooser has the ability to do it, his army with no food can get rid of the state of collapse at any time!" Fox laughed sinisterly.

"I have to admit that you know more than me in this regard. I only know how to kill, hunt and fight." Heng Te nodded, and he also agreed with the statement Fox just said.
Chapter completed!