"Teutonic Knights stand by your post." Ifu looked at the Slav who rushed through the trench and raised the wooden ladder to the wall with the crossbow arrow above his head. He immediately ordered the Teutonic Knights.

"Wow." The Teutonic Knights held their swords and shields tightly, and the sound of the chain mail on their bodies was like running water. Their white burqas stood on the wall, waiting for the test of the most violent storm like rocks standing on the coast.

"Kill~~~." The Slavs who leaned against the wall covered their shields over their heads, and their hands came out of their spare time to climb up with the ladder. Their mouths made a roar of fighting, making their own voices to the Teutonic Knights who invaded their land and homes.

"Swoosh, puff~~~." But the new army crossbowmen on both sides of the drum wall shot crossbow arrows from the side, and the crossbow arrows were shuttled back and forth like weaving cloth, hitting Slavs who had no defense ability on both sides of their bodies. The sound of the crossbow arrows entering the flesh kept ringing, and the Slavs who were climbing on the wooden ladder fell down from the wooden ladder like falling stones. However, the tribal leaders grabbed every soldier around them and pushed them down the wooden ladder, forcing them to continue climbing and fighting.

"Table~~~." Yifu stood on the wall with full arms, his half-iron tower-like figure was majestic. When a Slav soldier just poked his head out, Yifu raised his left foot and kicked him hard in the face, and actually kicked the Slav soldier who had finally climbed up. Only a fierce and powerful knight like him had this ability. There were also veterans among the Slavs, because the Slav tribes often had the ability.

Private wars occurred, so they were not unfamiliar with how to attack fortresses and villages. Usually, once they climbed up the city wall, they didn't see clearly whether there was anyone in front of them. They immediately waved their weapons in their hands and stabbed them suddenly, and caught the Teutonic knights guarding the city wall and were stabbed several times. However, the simple spear could not pierce their armor. The Teutonic knights who reacted quickly blocked their shields and held the sword in their hands tightly and stabbed them back.

The sound of the mixed people roaring and the collision of weapons mixed with the sound of waves. Ifu pointed at a Slavic warrior who had just climbed up to the wall and was about to jump into the city wall. He used his prosthetic limb with a sharp sword installed, and slashed over. This forging master who was carefully crafted by the Mecklenburg smelting base, using the cold forging technique to cut off the right shoulder of the Slavic warrior without any trouble. His white collarbone was exposed in front of everyone, and blood flowed to the wall like a pour. The Slavic warrior widened his eyes and looked at the knight like an iron tower in front of him.

"Hmph." Yifu's face was still shattered into two pieces, and the Slavic warrior in a strange posture was pushed down. The lifeless corpse fell from above like a rag doll, hitting the other Slavs clustered under the wooden ladder below. His colorful internal organs and warm large intestines were sprinkled on everyone. Some people with poor psychological qualities immediately bent down and vomited, and the smell of shit, urine and internal organs permeated the battlefield.

"I want to kill him, I want to kill him." Looking at the cruelly killed subordinates, the tribe leader roared loudly, and he looked at the arrogant Teutonic knights on the city wall. While he was angry, a sense of fear also appeared in his heart. Not only Yifu was so good at fighting. Those white warriors holding terrifying swords were like gods coming to earth. As long as they guarded, it was basically difficult to break through the place they were guarding. Even if the corpses of the Slavic warriors were broken through, they would soon be thrown away from the wall.

"Kill~~~." Yifu held the long sword in one hand, and the other prosthetic sword opened its left and right. His roar of rage resounded across the entire wooden wall. The chain mail and the heavy bottle-shaped helmet on his body could not hinder his movements at all. The enemy's blood bloomed like blooming flowers on the white shirt. The crazy and violent fighting method made the bravest Slavic warriors retreat.

"Oh, follow Lord Yifu." Driven by Yifu's brave battle, the Teutonic Knights who faced such a large-scale war for the first time also let go. They used their swords and maces to hit the enemy climbing up the walls hard, and the new crossbowmen also put down the crossbows in their hands, pulled out the military pickaxe equipped at their waists and joined the battle. One end of this military pickaxe was like an iron hammer, and the other end was sharp and sharp. It was not only light and easy to use, but also a necessary weapon for armor-breaking.

Although the Slavs had a large number of people, the terrain and fortress made them unable to leverage their number of advantages at all. In fact, in this era, to conquer a fortress built on dangerous terrain requires great patience, manpower and material resources. Whether the fortress is captured often depends on the morale and determination of the offensive and defensive parties. But now the people who hold this fortress are a group of people who claim to be Teutonic Knights, whose will is harder than steel.

Time passed little by little. When the sun began to set, the Slavs finally sounded the horn of retreat helplessly. After paying the lives of a hundred people, they did not even conquer part of the city wall. This fortress built with wood and earth and stone was so difficult to conquer. Kang Tuoyi looked at the poor performance of his vanguard troops, and his brows were involuntarily twisted. The Teutonic Knights built this fortress was also very precise. It was located on a gentle slope of the cliff. Only a narrow road could pass. The Slavs' superior forces could not be expanded. They could only use a wave-like attack of hundreds of people to attack the city. However, in this case, Kang Tuoyi would have to pay a heavy loss of troops.

"Kang Tuoyi let us lead a few more troops to attack. We can definitely fight before dark, and they will be tired too." The leaders of the tribe who supported him around Kang Tuoyi said one after another.

"The soldiers are too tired today. These Germans built the fortress on a cliff, which means there is no way to escape. There is no need to rush to attack. When the soldiers have rested, it will not be too late to attack tomorrow." Kang Tuoyi looked at the soldiers who were supporting the retreating soldiers in groups of three or three, knowing that the setbacks of the attack will be a big blow to the morale of the soldiers. If the soldiers are forcibly ordered to continue attacking, it will not only fail to play a role, but will also cause disgust and commotion from the soldiers.

Looking at the Slavs who retreated like a tide, the Teutonic knights on the fortress cheered for victory. They held up the swords and flags in their hands and waved on the city walls. Looking at the dancing black cross flag, the Slavs lowered their heads and returned. When the tribal leader attacked, his thighs were shot through by crossbow arrows and fell from the wooden ladder. Fortunately, the Slavs below reached out to catch him, otherwise he would have been the first Slav leader who fell to death accidentally since the war began. Now he was also carried away by his own guards away from the bloody city wall.

"Thank the Lord for giving us victory." Ifu inserted the sword in his left hand beside him, stretched out his hand and drew a cross in front of him. Then he took out a small silver cross pendant on his neck and kissed him, which was given to him by his wife, Miss Josephine.

"Don't be proud, this is just the beginning." Harold sat on the corpse of a Slavic warrior who died on the wall. Looking at the enemy in front of him with corpses everywhere, his heart was filled with joy. This was the life that a man should really live. He went to fight happily and let his sword be stained with the enemy's blood and brain. As a noble warrior, he should die on the battlefield under the guidance of the Lord, rather than on a sad sickbed.

When night fell, the bonfires lit by thousands of Slavs were like stars in the sky. The chores serving the Teutonic Knights in the fort were frightened. However, the Teutonic Knights sat in the city wall with no concern and wiped their swords. Someone also helped the new crossbowmen to throw the enemy's corpses on the wall from the side near the cliff. This was not their particular cruelty, but Aroud stipulated when formulating the training code. During the battle of the castle defense, even the corpses of his own people should be buried deep for treatment. Avoid plagues that lead to the castle's self-defeating, and the enemy's corpses must either be abandoned to a faraway place or must be burned.

Although transporting corpses is a difficult and hard task, it is something that everyone who joins the Mecklenburg military system must be familiar with. The Germanic people's rigid character makes them meticulously follow the military scriptures. Because if they despise the military scriptures formulated by the lords, it is extremely dangerous and disrespectful to the Germanic people.

"Ah huh~~~." After Harold helped several new crossbowmen and servants bury the dead companions' bodies deep, he sat next to the campfire with mud all over his body. It was even colder on the beach in the night wind. However, every Mecklenburg soldier would have a wool blanket as the standard. This standard was criticized by the internal officials of Mecklenburg. He believed that this would increase the financial burden of Mecklenburg for no reason. However, Arod still ordered the distribution. In this cold wind, soldiers could wrap warm wool blankets without worrying about the diseases caused by the cold.

"I did a good job today." Iff was sitting next to Harold. He was not in the tent on the fort clearing, but sat next to the campfire with the other Teutonic knights.

"Well, the magistrate of the flag." Seeing his boss sitting beside him, Harold quickly stood up, but after a day of fighting and digging, his body became a little tired and slowed down.

"Sit down, it's time to rest." Yifu took the same wooden bowl as the soldier distributed, and drank the thick chicken soup inside, and his body warmed a lot in the cold wind.

"Yes." Harold sat down at Ifu's order and picked up his bowl and drank the soup with some anxiety. However, being able to get Ifu's affirmation still made him feel proud. The reputation of the devil Ifu spread like wildfire during training.

"It depends on how you fight, it should be a family member of an aristocratic family?" Yifu looked at the young nobleman in front of him and asked him.

"Yes, but my family is just a gentry in the countryside. There is not much land and manor, and it cannot be compared with you, Lord Earl." Harold said embarrassedly. Iv in front of him was not only Arod's brother, but also possessed the title of Earl Lauzits.

"Ha, Arod and I were also born in rural gentry. I still remember that when I first went to Mason Castle, no one looked at us, the country bumpkins, but thinking about it, the Wendel family now has two counts, and this is all the credit of my smart brother." I don't know why Ifu and Harold were very close to each other, and they couldn't help but say a lot more.

Harold was also very interested in Arod's success, and he couldn't help asking Ifu. He listened to Arod's success in his ears and listened to Arod's success in his ears. Harold's eyes became brighter and brighter. He couldn't help but compare himself with Arod. They were both born in a gentry family and were both second sons who had no inheritance rights, but Arod had done something, which was simply an excellent role model for Harold.
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