When Kang Tuoyi and the Slavic nobles who were watching the battle saw one warrior after another jump into the wooden wall, but there seemed to be a terrible monster behind the wooden wall. The monster grew up and swallowed the heroic warriors shouting Ula without a trace. This strange situation made Kang Tuoyi's face twitch. He had rich combat experience and knew very well that if there was no supernatural power to cause trouble, then these heroic warriors would be wiped out by the more powerful troops inside...

"When will the troops of the Great Chief of Pomeranian come?" Kang Tuoyi lowered his voice and asked Chief Calvin. The three thousand troops he formed had experienced a war with Billis and the Mountain Lords. As a result, the rest had not been completed in Watergast Fort. He received the incident of the Germans suddenly building a fortress on the coast. It can be said that they were fighting continuously. This was really a barely force for a backward tribal feudal army. In order to inspire the morale of the Slavic nobles, Kang Tuoyi even gave up the idea of ​​distributing the spoils to the nobles themselves, but if they continued to fail, the patience of the nobles was very limited.

"I don't know, there is no news yet. I have said that the old fox is unreliable." Chief Calvin also frowned. As Kang Tuoyi's confidant and closest friend, Chief Calvin was very aware of Kang Tuoyi's concerns. If there were no foreign aid, they would probably become a tired army. It was not uncommon for the low-morning army to scatter.

"Order the nobles to form a team of their nephews and guards, and take the rammed wood to attack the fortress gate. We must conquer this damn fortress today." Kang Tuoyi gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and said to Chief Calvin. This was already a desperate way to take a bet.

"Okay." Chief Calvin looked at Kang Tuoyi's dark face and took big steps towards the camp. Twenty guards followed closely behind Chief Calvin.

Leader Bradley looked around and saw that there was no companion around him, but as a Slavic nobleman, he had no intention of being timid. The leader of the Slavic nobleman lowered his head and looked at the short sword he picked up in his hand. The weapon he most endured was the battle axe. Facing the Teutonic knights who were gradually forcing him, Leader Bradley showed an indifferent smile on his lips.

"Boom~~~." The Teutonic knights placed their shields in front of them, and the shields and swords made loud noises. The knights who were together day and night cooperated with each other and felt very tacitly. When they advanced, they were like a steel wall.

"Hmph, the timid Germans, who dares to fight me one by one?" Leader Bradley knew that he had to die today. He threw away the iron helmet on his head and removed the leather armor he wore. He showed his shirtless upper body and looked desperately. The fierce momentum made the Teutonic Knights pause.

"Get out of the way, let me meet him." A powerful voice sounded behind the Teutonic Knights. Earl Ifu, the flag-master of the Teutonic Knights, squeezed from behind to the front. His tall figure attracted attention at any time. Seeing the eyes of such a tall knight, the leader Bradley, narrowed, he licked his thirsty lips.

"Are you going to duel with me?" Chief Bradley asked with the short sword in his hand pointing at Ifu. It was obvious that he also saw that Ifu was the leader of the group of knights. Chief Bradley just wanted to kill a Germanic noble before his death, which was enough.

"I, the brother of the Earl of Mecklenburg, the legal ruler of Lauziz County, and the flag-master of the Teutonic Knights, Earl Wendell, accepts your challenge." Earl took off his bottle-style helmet with his wings, revealed his face, and reported his name and title as respect for the leader Bradley. They stood on the curtain wall and confronted each other.

"Drink~~~." Leader Bradley tightly held the short sword in his hand and took the round shield from the hand of a dead Slavic warrior on the ground. He took a deep breath and stabbed Yifu hard. The direction of the stab was exactly the part of Yifu's throat, but Yifu was also a knight who had been through many battles. His body slightly avoided the sword of the Bradley's sword.

"Hmph." A sneer appeared on the corner of Ifu's mouth. At this time, the leader Bradley only felt something sharp in his abdomen to hold back. He subconsciously lowered his head and saw a sharp sword point piercing his armor. It was Ifu's right prosthetic limb, but Ifu did not immediately bear him off.

"Is it a two-handed sword?" Leader Bradley quickly took a few steps back, sweat emanating from his forehead. Those who can use the two-handed sword must be experienced warriors. Moreover, he saw Ifu put the sword directly on his right arm, which would make the opponent even more unable to judge the direction of the sword.

"I won't hold back." Yifu originally looked at the Slavic nobleman in front of him with a playful attitude, but at this moment, Kang Tuoyi launched a second wave of attacks. Seeing the Slavs coming, Yifu put away his cat and mouse mentality. He held his sword in his left hand, and the sword in his left hand and the prosthetic sword in his right hand formed a cross-scissors. The scissors formed by the cross-sword aimed at the leader Bradley.

"Run, the warriors of Wolgast, those who climb the city wall will receive the reward from Lord Kangtuoyi." Under the urging of the Slavic nobles, the Slavs, even though they were exhausted, had to step on their dead companions forward, and rushed to the fortress on the cliff with the attack of crossbow arrows above their heads. The narrow road forced them to crowd together, which increased fearless casualties. However, among the scattered mobs, there was a capable team, carefully avoiding the crossbow arrows above their heads in the crowd. They were pushing a bulky truck. If you look closely, you can see that their ragged clothes like other light infantrymen were exposed. What was revealed was the exquisite armor worn by only the relatives and personal guards around the leader.

"Young men, be careful to avoid the crossbow arrows on the city walls, we are almost here, they have not found it yet." Chief Calvin said to the elite soldiers around him with his beard. He was either the nephew of a tribe leader or the guards born to the nobles around him. They eat the best food and enjoy the best treatment on weekdays, so they must move forward bravely in this critical moment, otherwise they will be executed as cowards even if they go back alive.

"Why should we wear smelly clothes?" The nephew of a tribal leader sniffed, and a sour smell from the farmer's body rushed straight into his nose. His brows frowned and his mouth curled, and said to Chief Calvin in dissatisfaction.

"Hehe don't complain. If you show your shiny armor, then the crossbow soldiers on the wall will definitely treat you well with the crossbow arrows in their hands." Chief Calvin said to these arrogant elite warriors. Even leather armor will be coated with olive oil for maintenance. Of course, it will shine from a distance. Wearing well-maintained leather armor will make the warriors look mighty, but sometimes it will become the target of public criticism.

"We are not afraid." The stubborn elite warrior said indifferently.

"Look at what is on the city wall?" At this moment, the elite Slavic warriors mixed in the crowd raised their heads and found something unusual. At this time, they were charging to the bottom of the city wall, and the wooden ladder had been loaded again.

"It's a pointed wooden stake, that's the head of Chief Bradley." Those who knew Chief Bradley immediately exclaimed. Sure enough, the head of Chief Bradley was inserted on the pointed wooden stake standing on the wooden wall. Remaining blood was flowing from his cut-off neck, which made the elite soldiers with high self-esteem gasp. Leader Bradley was a leader who was known as a brave soldier among the Slavs. Unexpectedly, he died in the hands of the Germans. The elite soldiers couldn't help feeling sad.

"Captain Bradley." Chief Calvin also raised his head and saw the head stuck in the pointed wooden stake and murmured, but as a commander, he quickly came to his senses and urged the elite soldiers to continue moving forward. The direction they were heading for the Germanic fortress gate. A packhorse truck piled with pointed wood was pushed down at the gate. The elite soldiers took off their disguises on the left and right sides of the truck and raised the round shield placed in the truck.

"Swoosh~~~." The crossbow soldiers on the wooden wall discovered this unique force. The crossbow arrows flew towards them like raindrops. The crossbow arrows were nailed to the round shields and trucks. Occasionally, those who shot elite soldiers were also defended by thick leather armor.

"Hey, hey, ping, ping~~~." The elite soldiers led by the leader Calvin were all strong. They pushed the truck and crashed into the door. The sharpened wooden hit the door and made the door ring. The originally solid wooden door began to deform at the hinge.

"Quickly, go and destroy the hinge." The leader of Calvin immediately ordered several soldiers to take out the hammer and wedge from the truck. They approached the wooden door under the cover of their companions, placed the wedge at the hinge, and then swung the hammer to hit the gap. The others continued to push the truck back a few steps and then pushed it forward.

"Crack, Crack~~~." The door made a sour sound. The wooden door that looked strong had become shaky. The eyes of the leader Calvin and the elite warriors showed an expression of excitement. It seemed that Victory had waved to them again.
Chapter completed!