Time soon came to war day.

Simon rode a war horse and directed his guards to push a catapult cart that was too simple to follow Baron Isel's rank. Fortunately, the terrain was flat and the entire team was moving very slowly, so Simon and his team did not fall behind.

"Sir Simon, I hope your magic car can bring us good luck!" When the march team arrived at the destination, Baron Iser rode to Simon on his horse.

Due to the tight time, Simon could only summon all carpenters to divide the work and make different parts, and finally assembled into a simple torque catapult. Because it was too hasty, some of the wooden parts that made up the catapult didn't even have time to cut off the bark on the surface.

However, the catapult test yesterday afternoon surprised everyone.

At that time, two strong soldiers used their hands to whirl the cross-trolley on the left and right sides of the catapult. Then, a servant placed a basket of pebbles picked up from the river on the head of the catapult's slingshot.

With Simon's command, the power arm quickly raised and hit the stop rail on the other end. The basket of pebbles on the slingshot head was also ejected at high speed, scattered in the air, scattered in the woods nearly two hundred meters away, and suddenly shocked all kinds of birds flying out of the woods.

"Of course, Lord Baron, you have seen its power!" My thoughts returned to reality, and Simon smiled at Baron Isel.

"Yes," Baron Iser also recalled the catapult test that shocked him yesterday afternoon. "I believe your catapult and the strong combat power of your soldiers. But what troubles me now is that these peasant soldiers who march slowly and flee faster than rabbits will lose their morale when they see that the enemy army has more people than us."

In this era, war also depends on the advantage of the army's population. Especially in this kind of "large-scale armed battle" war consisting of serfs, most soldiers on both sides are composed of serfs. In this kind of war, if one side has the advantage in number, the other side's army will likely experience a sluggish morale.

"It's okay, sir, at most, you can promise these peasants some rewards to kill the enemy. Although it will cost some money, if the war is won, you will get much more spoils than this little money." Simon stroked his beard and said to Baron Isel, who showed concern in front of him.

"Hey," Baron Isel sighed in pain as if he was fighting inside, "You are right. Although I don't want to do this, in this case, I have to find a way to boost morale."

Simon was speechless. Many of them seemed normal to him from later generations. The indigenous nobles here seemed to cut out a large piece of meat from their hearts and made extraordinary concessions.

These nobles were always thinking about maximizing their interests. Without having to, they couldn't even give up a copper cow.

"I'm glad you think so, honored Lord Baron. I believe that your soldiers will cheer for your generosity in a while and fight for your enemies on the battlefield." Simon smiled far-fetchedly.

"Sir!" At this time, a light cavalry scout rushed to Baron Isel from the direction of Baron Arnhem's leadership, "They are here!"

"Solge!" On the other side, there was no need for Baron Isel to say anything. The Baron's son Solge, who rushed back a few days ago, followed him on war horses to Baron Arnhem.

"Long time no see, my good neighbor, old friend Baron Isel," Baron Arnham said playfully, "May God bless you in this unsurprising war!"

"Haha, then I really thank you for your kindness." Baron Isel stared coldly at Baron Arnhem's eyes, bursting out from the cracks of his teeth one by one.

"Ha, there is no need to look at me like this," Baron Arnham smiled contemptuously. "As a loser who is about to become a joke, please recognize the reality, whether for yourself or for the lives of your subordinates. Now surrender and admit that the woods belong to me, I can make you decently be a decent loser and keep your ridiculous and precious honor as precious as your life."

"Ph," Baron Isel spitted on the ground in front of Arnhem, "I and you, the arrogant and arrogant bastard, are simply nothing to say. I will remember all your humiliation in my mind and give it back to you under the witness of God!"

After saying that, Baron Isel led the heavy cavalry to turn their horses and rode towards their positions.

"Ha, incompetence is furious," Baron Arnham muttered to himself indifferently, "There are not many troops, and the tone is not small!"

………

"Dear priest, we can start!" Baron Isel said loudly.

A man in a white robe with a cross pattern walked to the front of the line, holding the cross high while praying before the war.

All the soldiers closed their eyes and lowered their heads, making prayer gestures, praying for God's blessing.

"God, I bow my head to you, and I praise you devoutly! I hope you can protect your most loyal believers in war! I will put on the helmet of salvation, put on the armor of truth, the boots of peace, pick up the sword of justice, raise the shield of faith, block the attack of the evil Baron Arnhem, and defeat the evil man who is full of sin! Please give me help and strength, the omnipotent Lord! Amen!"

Baron Isel whispered, and sweat kept flowing down his face. Although he was very unsure, at this time, he still chose to let go of the uneasiness and fear in his heart and hoped for the miracle to appear.

In the army behind Baron Iser, there were people constantly discussing something in a low voice. The peasant soldiers did not express their expressions, and many were secretly planning their escape route.

"Everyone is careful. As long as you kill one person in this battle, I, Baron Isel, swears to reward you with my honor. The more you kill, the more you get!" Baron Isel said loudly to the peasants after finishing his prayers.

Some peasant soldiers who had fear and numbness in their eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, Old Mars, if I could kill someone, I would have earned more than half a month's salary. If I could get some spoils and carry them back, it would have made a small fortune!" The middle-aged peasant soldier was eager to try it out.

"It's the first time that Baron Isel's old iron rooster actually plucked his hair!" The old peasant soldier dug his nose and rubbed his dirty fingers on his clothes.

"I can save your life and get the reward first." Some peasants were still afraid and numb.

But at least many peasant soldiers who had originally planned to escape tightened their weapons and planned to make some extra money.

When the peasants and soldiers here regained their morale, Baron Arnham's army had already begun to slowly press up toward this side like dense ants.

"Sir Simon, give them some color!" Baron Isel shouted at Simon at the front of the team.

"Prepare to fill in the bullet!" Simon said to the two soldiers next to the throwing cart. The two guys used all their strength to turn the cross lever and "downturned" the power arm as the creaking of the shaft and rope ring.

"Recharge!"

A servant picked up a basket of pebbles and placed nervously on the slingshot head at the end of the power arm.

"emission!"

"clatter!"

The power arm was lifted up at a high speed under the strong tendon torque and shot out the basket of pebbles.

At this time, under the amazing eyes of everyone in the Baron Arnhem's troops, fists-sized pebbles flew towards them at full speed like fairies scattered flowers.

"Do not!" Several fast-reacting peasant soldiers quickly knocked down the people around them and fled to try to avoid the pebbles flying towards them.

"Hmph!" "Ah!" "Puff!"

With the painful humming of heavy objects smashing bones and the dull sound of pebbles hitting the body at high speed, blood and brain matter flew in Baron Arnhem's army. Immediately afterwards, painful howls and weak moans floated in Baron Arnhem's team.

"Damn it," Baron Arnham was so angry that he suffocated. The other party threw a round of throws. Although most of the pebbles hit the grass with a very bad head, more than ten people on his side instantly lost their combat power. "All the cavalry charge and destroy their despicable catapult cart!"

As soon as Baron Arnhem finished his voice, he led the light and heavy cavalry out of the team and rushed towards Simon's catapult at high speed.

"Archesters shoot, cavalry attack!" Baron Iser also issued a loud order.

"Go!" Sir Solge, the son of the Baron, brought the cavalry to meet him.
Chapter completed!