"Second, you don't have many people now. Surrender as soon as possible, hand over the food and all your money, and we can spare you a way out. Otherwise, when we attack the castle, I can't guarantee that anyone will survive by then." Avid, a merchant in the army, twisted his wrist and made a crackling sound of joints like fried beans.

"Master, the village chief counted that we had seven militia and two archers died." Miller quietly came to Simon and whispered in his ear.

Except for the three militia and an archer who were killed by the terrifying berserker at one time, the rest were either killed while guarding the ladder or were shot by the Viking Spear Gunners under the fort.

"It's really a hell." Simon frowned, and kept thinking about a plan to break the deadlock in his mind. With two high-skill Ludwig and stonemason Ryan, he only had twenty-five or six infantrymen. If the remaining Vikings broke through the last fort gate, everyone in the fort would definitely end up being slaughtered.

"My Lord, give them food and money, and let them go quickly, otherwise all of us will have no life at that time." said a young militia with a wife and daughter.

"You idiot are simply fantastic. If you open the fort gate and hand over your weapons, the power of killing will be in the hands of those savages. If you want to kill and cut them, will it be their final say?" Old Baohe glanced at the young man.

"That's right, now our solid fort walls and the last fort gates and the weapons in our hands are the last capital for our negotiations," Simon nodded with a serious expression. "So even if we fight to the last person, we cannot give up resistance. We cannot bet on all our lives on whether the bloodthirsty barbarians are speaking of their credit."

At this time, Avid, who was standing under the fort gate, looked at Simon and others who were constantly discussing above the fort gate, and was already impatient: "Hey, will you surrender? Our patience is limited. Don't wait until we quickly break through the fort gate before saying anything about surrender..."

"Bah, leave the surrendered nonsense to you," Miller interrupted Avid's arrogant words and spat a thick phlegm under the sect of the Fort, "The Folders would rather die than surrender!"

Avid didn't say anything, but used his fingers to pick up the thick green phlegm on his exquisite chain mail. He looked at Miller on the fort gate with endless anger: "Very good, I remember you. When I attack the city, I will dig out your heart with my own hands!"

"Ah, I, I am so scared, sir, please forgive my sins." Miller made a very scared look with his exaggerated movements and expressions, which made everyone on the castle wall laugh.

The three Vikings under the wall of the fort felt like a scallion dog being played with. They were so angry that they smoked on their heads and roared loudly at the people on the wall of the fort: "You are dead!"

"Come on, come on, I'm not afraid of you." An old militia on the fort wall took off his pants and stood on the fort wall and shot a thin yellow piss column at the back of the three departing Vikings.

Simon did not stop his subordinates from provoking their provocations. Since everyone chose to burn their boats, they had to vent their fears and maintain a good attitude and morale, even if this would make the Vikings' offense even more fierce.

"Okay, now we'll go down and make some adjustments. The afternoon is a duel that determines our fate." Simon rubbed his slightly sour temples and walked down the stairs of the fort wall.

It was lunch time, and many villagers who had not had a rest last night had dark circles and soaked the hard black bread in cold water, numbly put it into their mouths and chewed it.

Fortunately, the rain had stopped at this time, and the long-lost sunshine spread in this slightly depressing wooden fort, giving this group of confused people a little warmth.

"Missar, go to the granary to get some barley and oats, cook a large pot of wheat paste, and distribute it to the villagers." Simon frowned slightly, and finally sighed.

"Even if the wooden fort is broken, everyone will have to be a full devil if they die." Simon shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"My master, thank you for your kindness and generosity!" As the villagers heard Simon's orders to the village chief, they thanked Simon one after another.

At this time, the Mubao was filled with a strong smell of mixed smells. In addition to the sour smell of sweat and body odor emitted by so many villagers, it was more from a newly built simple toilet in the corner of Mubao that was already full of feces.

Simon had already expected so many people to excrete when the villagers entered the wooden fort to take refuge. In order to prevent his wooden fort from becoming like Iser Fort, Simon asked the village chief to urgently organize the serfs to build this simple pit.

However, at this time, the pit could no longer accommodate so much feces, and some villagers began to urinate and defecate under the fort wall or in the corners next to the granary. Even if the village chief scolded him loudly, it would be useless.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

At this time, Simon noticed that some relatives of the soldiers who died in battle were gathered around the bodies neatly placed in front of the open space in front of the fort.

"Dad, why are you like this? Didn't you promise me to take me to the market in Dorstenburg in two months?" a little girl said in her childish, grief-stricken voice.

Simon looked over and saw that the little girl's father was one of the militias killed by the ponytail berserker. At this time, his upper body was broken, with various organs and bones exposed, looking very scary.

"Oh." Simon turned his head away with some difficulty. War is cruel. In addition to taking away life, it will also create a group of pitiful and helpless orphans and widows.

………

At the same time, the atmosphere of the Vikings who were trimmed in the village of Folder, Muburg, was slightly depressing.

"It's incredible that the Nath and his son died in this ghost place this time." A Viking said lightly, drinking the honey wine in the wine pot with a little distracted look.

"That's right, before Nath died, he drank the priest's special violent potion, but when he was about to break through their castle gate from the inside, he was killed by a little kid with a javelin." A Viking warrior who witnessed the whole process under the castle wall shook his head in sigh.

"That means that the only one left of the Nath farm is his wife Ian and his youngest daughter Soliya." A middle-aged man in the same village as Nath said with interest while leaning against the wall of a room, eating dried fish.

"Oh? Tobias, are you trying to attack that widow?" Avid, a military businessman who was wiping his Viking sword, raised his head, and his bright eyes focused on the face of the strong man who was eating dried fish.

"Ha, women who have lost their husbands are always very sad. This requires a strong and comfortable man to comfort her, such as me." The middle-aged strong man put the whole dried fish in his mouth and chewed it, twisted the dirty kettle full of oil and drank a big sip of water.

"Don't forget that Ian is an incomparable shield woman. You may not even touch her shoulders. Her bottom has been beaten so hard that she will never be able to get hard again in her life." Avid put away the cloth that wiped the sword and joked at the middle-aged strong man with a smile.

"Hahahaha, you still want to have Ian, let's live from the afternoon battle first!" The Vikings around laughed.

"You all finished eating, have you rested?" The little leader Floki walked out of the woods next to him with two of his own guards.

"Attack quickly, I'm almost bored." A sturdy Viking warrior with his upper body raised the sharp axe in his hand and shouted.

"Very good. This time we will concentrate our strength to deal with the damn castle gate," Floki clapped his hands, then took off the shield from behind, "take down all your shields and form a shield wall. Spear Gunner should pay attention to the killing hole when he arrives in the castle gate."

………

"Master, those damn Vikings are gathering again and are ready to attack!" A militia wearing a broken Norman helmet pulled down from the Vikings' bodies on the walls of the fort shouted to Simon in the fort.

"What?" Simon put down the wooden bowl containing the hot wheat porridge, wiped his mouth, took the equipment and ran quickly towards the stairs up the wall of the fort.

"Everyone, gather!" Miller shouted to several soldiers who were still eating lunch next to the inner castle gate.

"Bill, can you shoot arrows into the small cracks that appear and disappear from time to time on the shield wall?" Simon looked at the Vikings' large round shield wall slowly moving on the mud road on the upper hill, and asked Bill, the hunter next to him with a solemn expression.

"It's very difficult, but I'll try it." Bill raised his hand and put his bow without saying a word, narrowing his eyes at the seemingly airtight shield array of the Vikings.

"Swoosh!" "Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the arrow penetrated the edge of a round shield without any impact on the moving Vikings.

"If I hadn't been worried about the fact that I would have accidentally injured the houses and buildings in the village, I would have built a catapult on the Fort Gate and the Arrow Tower and killed these bitches." Simon thought viciously.

"Master, they are alert." As Bill's voice, Simon's eyes looked at him again.

The Vikings slowed down their speed. However, at the same time, the swing of their round shields was greatly reduced, almost a flawless wooden wall.

"It doesn't matter," Simon waved to Miller not far away and said loudly, "Miller, take a few people to take the stones to the Fort Gate, and when the shield wall reaches the Fort Gate, smash them apart!"

"Okay master." Miller immediately ran to arrange personnel after receiving the order.

………

"Go forward steadily and cover up the brothers carrying the siege hammer!" The little leader Frankie also squatted down at this time, holding a round shield, and advancing with the large army.

They abandoned the ladder when they retreated, but carried the siege hammer back regardless of the cost of the lives of the two soldiers. They were afraid that the siege hammer would be thrown into the fort gate, and the Folders would open the siege gate and drag it into the fort, so they would have to make another siege hammer.

"Spike Gunner is ready." As we approached the Fort Gate, the little leader Floki turned his head and shouted at the warriors at the end of the shield wall.

"Ahhhhh!" Several militiamen from the Folde village raised their hands holding stones on the walls on the fort gate, ready to smash them down.

But at this moment, several Viking men holding short spears with smirks on their faces appeared behind the shield wall, looking at the militiamen on the fort wall with malicious intentions, as if a hungry wolf was staring at its prey, fat sheep.

"Swoosh swish!" Spear guns flew quickly to the terrified militiamen on the fort wall.

"Hmph!" A militia was pierced through his chest by a spear gun, and took a few steps back by the powerful potential energy. He sat on the ground with blood gushing in front of his chest, lowering his head and twitching in a daze.

Although two militias paid the price of their lives, a stone still hit the Vikings' shield wall. This made it difficult for the Vikings, who had been scalded by boiling water in the morning, and a slightly larger flaw appeared in the shield wall.

"It's now, shoot them to death!" Bill shouted at the archers on the arrow tower and released the arrows in his hands.

"Uh!" Several Vikings with flaws were shot in the ground under the cover of numerous arrows, and three Vikings who were shot into the vital area fell to the ground in pain.
Chapter completed!