In the siege camp outside the town of Dusseldorf, the soldiers no longer had the unstoppable aura and murderous aura that had been the last time.

In this camp where shit and urine were everywhere, and food was no longer as good as it was, they began to get tired of war and all of this.

When the soldiers first began to siege the town of Dusseldorf, the soldiers could eat fresh barbecue, swelling black bread, onion bean hodgepodge and all kinds of wine every day.

Now, even a meal of dry black bread has become a luxury.

Because the supplies were robbed halfway through the road some time ago, the food and grass in the siege camp suddenly became very tight. The soldiers started complaining about the singleness of the food, and later to complaining that the food could not fill their stomachs.

As for the tax collector who lost the entire Earl of Luowen to receive war taxes, a large number of supplies and more than one hundred elite soldiers, the Earl of Luowen, who was furious at the time, originally wanted to slash him in front of all the nobles in the tent.

But he suppressed himself.

He can't do that.

He recalled fifteen years ago when this guy knelt on the ground, lowered his head and folded his hands to serve his loyalty to him. The complex family blood relationship behind him and everything he had worked diligently for himself over the years...

If the monarch ended the precious life God gave him just because his vassal made a major mistake, correspondingly, his monarchy would definitely be weakened, and each vassal would have more or less a strange idea.

Therefore, after regaining his sanity, Count Luo Weng asked that most of the losses of the baggage team be compensated by the family behind the unlucky tax collector. He then deprived him of his post and let him go back to his own family territory and no longer be loyal to him in the future.

But that's not the end.

Earl Loon felt that since Baron Quinnier was defeated by a little sir named Simon like a waste, bad news has really come one after another.

After losing Baron Quinier and the baggage team, Earl Loon put most of his hopes on Baron Abette.

If Baron Abette successfully breaks through Baron Wolf's corpse, Earl Loon and his soldiers will receive a batch of new supplies to solve the urgent needs in a short period of time.

But the news brought back by the messenger a few days ago was that Baron Abette and his son both died in battle.

In addition to being angry again, Count Luoweng actually felt a little sympathetic to their family.

He knew that Baron Abette's family, the other two second sons of the Baron, died early and the other was sent to the monastery. He also heard that Baron Abette had an illegitimate son.

Now, should everyone pull Baron Abette's son back from the monastery? Or should they inherit the title to the illegitimate son of a poor bloodline?

No matter which choice it is, it is a complete joke in the circle of aristocrats.

When Earl Luowen thought of this, he couldn't help but make a plan in his heart. Instead of letting this vacant territory fall into the hands of Baron Abette's wife's family from Liege become an "enclave", he might as well start to take the initiative to take back the territory before the news spreads.

"We don't have much supply and food, and the nearby villages have been plundered by our people over and over again. Even the mice are too lazy to visit there," Earl Luoweng said to the quartermaster at the table. "I think it's time to start a decisive battle, otherwise it's hard to say who can't hold on first."

"Sir, I'll make arrangements now." The qualifier nodded. Just as he was about to turn around and exit the camp, Earl Luowen called him again.

"Let the catapult cart concentrate its firepower and smash their door!" Earl Luoweng said as he lowered his head, playing with the exquisitely crafted dagger in his hands.

"Okay, sir." After the quarconian responded, he hurriedly opened the curtain and left quickly.

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The next day was a good day with bright sunshine and a good day for Count Luoweng to choose to fight to the decisive battle.

The breeze blowing from the Wadden Sea gently caresses the brightly colored flags of the warring parties, drawing family heraldry flags. The soldiers dressed in equipment gathered beside the flags under the leadership of their respective lords, making high war cry.

Earl Berg, wearing a heraldic burqa and an expensive helmet under his armpit, came down to the town wall accompanied by two inner-domestic knights, and looked at the vast enemy outside the town with worry.

"Don't be afraid, our reinforcements are ambushing behind them. When these damn invaders fall into the battlefield, reinforcements will poke their butts and send them to hell to see Satan! In addition, the Earl said that in this battle, every time you kill someone, you will get a reward of two copper coins!"

Beside Earl Berg, a loud inner-domed knight cheered the soldiers and archers around him. Inspired by money, the morale of the soldiers began to rise and his expressions became much more relaxed.

"I promise that when this war is over, I will select a group of the bravest warriors from all of you to give extra rewards, and enfeoff the fiefs and incorporate them into my private guard!"

If the words of the inner knights are just appetizers, then the promise of Count Berg is definitely a bombshell.

The soldiers quickly transformed from shock to being ready to try.

Many soldiers shouted loudly, squeezed out the most intense battle cry from their throats, cursing the enemy with the most vicious words.

Everyone wants to show their best and bravest side in front of the count. You must know that this is an opportunity for a class leap, a ticket to obtain aristocratic status.

For these humble soldiers, such opportunities are really hard to come by, and only idiots will not try their best to strive for.

This period is different from the late Middle Ages, and the passage for class rise has not yet been blocked.

During this turbulent period, as long as you make a name for yourself on the battlefield, you will have the opportunity to be appreciated by the lord, incorporated into the private guard, and granted a fief.

Although fiefs cannot be hereditary, as long as these soldiers who have become private soldiers of the nobles follow the lords to survive bravely fighting over many years of wars, lords who have obtained more land will generally be willing to enthrone them a piece of land that can be truly hereditary, so that they can become knights and become members of the nobles, thereby changing their destiny.

Earl Berg was very satisfied when he saw the reactions of these soldiers.

Anyway, in the siege of so many days, his private soldiers suffered heavy losses, and many fiefs are now in a state of unowned status. He can take this opportunity to replenish private soldiers and also gather a wave of people and boost morale. It's really a killing of one stone.

At this time, Earl Luoweng frowned in confusion in front of the siege camp outside the town.

He couldn't understand why these guards, who had no food and grass for so many days, had a clear disadvantage in the number of people, suddenly had a sudden morale surge.

But this is no longer important. Earl Luowen understood that in the face of his superiority of military strength, Earl Berg's soldiers were useless, and they could not get rid of the defeat in the end.

"Put your kindness away, kill them all for me, and then go home with the spoils!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

Accompanied by the long horns, the soldiers of Count Luowen's soldiers burst out with fierce battle cry and rushed towards the town gate that had been broken into several pieces at this time.

The town gate had long been destroyed by a catapult, and Earl Berg had no choice but to do so.

He originally planned to send people to pile up all available debris at the gate of the town to block the enemy's attack, but the time was too tight to achieve it.

The soldiers on the town gate tower kept swarming into the enemy's heads and threw stones on the heads of the enemy. In these days, the enemy troops who had already known the methods of defending the city skillfully raised their shields. Except for the crackling sound of wooden shields, there were few crisp sounds made by steel helmets.

Now, the defending weapon that the siege soldiers fear most is nothing more than the Roman crossbows on the four corner towers of the walls.

The fierce barbarian storm centuries ago did not destroy everything in the Western Empire.

At least, compared with the Gothics at that time, the ancient books that were obscure and "useless" in the eyes of the German barbarians, these simple and practical killing weapons have indeed been well passed down from generation to generation.

Even if the person hit by a crossbow did not die on the spot, the ending would not be much different - he would breathe in pain for a while before he died.

There are many unlucky guys who are "nailed" on the grass by crossbows in the open space outside the moat in Dusseldorf.

Some of the corpses nailed to the ground have been rotten for a long time, and have been gnawed by the scavengers, and have always emitted a disgusting smell of rancidness - the poor worms left behind when Count Luowen launched his first attack a few weeks ago.

The arrows of the archers on both sides came and went, but Count Luowen's archers had the advantage of the number of people, and they tended to push the archers behind the walls so hard that they could not raise their heads.

The battle has just begun and entered a white-hot stage.

Earl Berg placed most of his troops at the gate of the town. Under the narrow gate tower, there were crowds of people, and the weapons were close to the weapons. One person fell down and another person immediately replaced him.

The soldiers had no way back, and they were basically pushed forward by their teammates behind them.

There were only about seventy soldiers stationed at the gate of the town, some of whom were still merchants who came to take risks with swords and some brave townsmen who guarded their homes with pitchforks.

On the side of Earl Luo Weng, the first group of soldiers who rushed to the gate tower were twice as many as the number of defenders stationed at the gate. There were more soldiers behind him constantly avoiding arrows and rushing towards him.

Faced with so many enemy troops, the weak defenders no longer think about making achievements and becoming successful, and have been granted titles. Whether they can survive in such a desperate situation is a question.

"Damn it, we can't hold on where the sneak attack and reinforcements were agreed to be behind the scenes!" Earl Berg, who was fighting on the front line, thought anxiously, pulled out his sword with both hands from the chest of a soldier with a disgusted eyes.

Friends kept falling down around him.

The familiar faces, which were a little childish or vicissitudes, were just filled with excitement, but now they were forever frozen in the painful expression, were unkempt by mud and blood, and were trampled on the ground by the enemy.
Chapter completed!