Black Iron Crown

On the Fort Moland, the serf omen soldiers on the long ladder were about to climb to the top of the city wall.

A serf sign soldier showed his head. Just as he was about to quickly step onto the city wall, a long sword cut off his neck in an instant. His head flew up and then fell to the ground and turned around several times.

Blood spurted out from his neck, which had lost its head. Although his head was gone, his heart was still beating vigorously. Under the impetus of the heart, the blood spurted three to four meters high through his arteries. .

In the process of falling, it scattered into blood droplets one by one, like rain, but this is a terrifying blood rain.

After chopping off his head, Logan waved his long sword and shouted: "Look soldiers! They are so weak! Use your swords! Use your spears! Kill them!"

"It's so simple! Enemies will poke their heads out of the long ladder one by one, and you only need to chop them off with your sword and pierce them with your spear! It's like eating and drinking, with you It’s as easy as sleeping with your pussy! Don’t be afraid! The baron will be back soon! At that time, these damn invaders will be slaughtered by you like Mianyang!”

His words boosted the morale of the guards, and after actually seeing an enemy die, they didn't feel so scared.

More than a dozen guards surrounded the enemy's long ladder like this. Whenever they emerged from the long ladder, several spears and long swords would pierce and chop at them.

The battle lasted for about five minutes, and more than a dozen people died under the city wall, under the weapons of the guards.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying in the snow below the city wall, and the snow was also stained red with blood, like a red carpet.

The corpse quickly froze in this icy and snowy place. The blood and snow that flowed out were frozen together to form things that resembled ice sculptures, which looked like a weird artistic sense.

The rest of the serf omens felt deep fear when they saw the death of their comrades in front of them. Although their morale was high before, they were only tempted by interests after all.

In the final analysis, they were just a group of serfs who had just dropped their hoes. They were cowardly and powerless, and Seventeen quickly collapsed after being hit.

Now they just want to get out of the place where so many people died as soon as possible, they want or go home.

Immediately, there was no one on the long ladder, and they all fled somewhere, but Baron Robian was very resourceful, the height of the long ladder was just enough for the soldiers to climb up the city wall, and at the same time, the guards on the wall were enough less than height.

Obviously, he has worked hard for this. He is very clear about the height of the walls of Fort Moreland. Although he does not know where he got the information from, it can be seen that he did not attack Fort Moreland on a whim. decision.

Baron Lobean rode on his horse and looked at the fleeing serf omens in front of him, and calmly said to the knights beside him: "It seems that we must give these untouchables some motivation to attack!"

The knights beside him looked at him with a smile and said, "Yes, Lord Baron, we will give them some motivation!"

Several knights showed subtle smiles. It seems that they all understood the meaning of Baron Lobean. They put on their helmets, praised the charging horse beside them, called out their followers, and raised their hooves. Xuemo, more than twenty people rushed up like this.

They were imposing, their horsetails fluttered up and down with the snow foam, and they looked very elegant. A knight passed by the side of the serf omen soldier, and saw a round head soaring into the sky with the movement of the long sword in his hand.

"Go back to your positions! Attack the city wall! Otherwise, you will lose your chance to go home forever!" The knight pointed the bloody long sword in his hand at the more than two hundred fleeing soldiers, and said in a low voice.

The knights and followers beside him also drew their long swords and pointed at them.

Facing these knights and followers riding tall military horses, the serf omens had a natural fear.

They shivered in the cold wind, turned around under the slow approach of the knights, and continued to walk towards the city wall with tears, while the knights supervised the battle behind them. Once someone retreated or became a deserter , the knights will never show mercy.

The knights ahead were supervising the battle, but Baron Lobean was in a very bad mood. He didn't know why the city gate hadn't been opened yet because he had arranged spies.

"Could it have been discovered?" Baron Lobean stroking the hilt of the long sword at his waist and frowning thoughtfully, but now it doesn't matter whether the city gate is opened or not, because the attack on the city wall has already begun.

He arranged for the spies to open the city gate just to avoid losses as much as possible. Now that the attack has been launched, whether the spy is dispensable or not

"See soldiers! The enemy is retreating! They're afraid! That's right! They're afraid of us! For we'll cut off their heads and put their heads in plates! Look, how they look like a A Mianyang who is afraid of being slaughtered! The maggots in shit are braver than them! We will win!"

Logan encouraged the soldiers with vulgar words wantonly on the city wall.

"Yes, my lord, they're afraid we'll smash their heads!"

"I have never seen such a timid soldier!"

The soldiers also taunted the enemy with one tongue, and amidst the laughter, they finally got rid of the fear in their hearts, because they found that it was not that difficult.

"Watch out boys! They're coming again!"

Under the intimidation of the knights, the serf omens under the command of Baron Lobean boarded the long ladder again. They came from the fiefdoms of the knights and the territory of Baron Lobean. Fort Morland may become a place where many people The final destination in life.

The brutal battle started again. This kind of war between the small nobles would not be very fierce, and siege battles were very rare for them.

Even when the empire was not unified twenty years ago, most of the battles among the minor nobles were engagements and then decisive battles. The siege usually lasted for half a year or more.

The reason is the lack of siege equipment and the fact that the strength of the two sides is basically equal. It has been a long time since Baron Lobean attacked Fort Morland that such battles have not occurred in the northern border.

"Huh! I'm a little tired!"

"Don't say that, we have to hold on!"

Half an hour had passed since the battle, and the serf omens under Baron Lobean had already retreated three times. They had already left forty or fifty corpses under the city wall, and the guards on the city wall were also very tired.

When the enemy retreated again, the soldiers panted on the wall and leaned on the battlements to relieve their fatigue.

Logan was also a little out of breath at this time. After all, he was not a knight who really fought on the battlefield.

"We will guard it! Baron has already taken my letter to Mr. Nanjie! I swear, within five hours, Mr. Baron will definitely come back. Trust me, soldiers!"

Logan said firmly that he must ensure the morale of the soldiers at this time, otherwise he would never be able to defend the castle.

"Stand up, soldiers! Keep your spirits up! The enemy is coming!" Logan looked at the enemy below the city wall and shouted immediately.

The soldiers stood up from the city wall one after another. In order to survive, they had to persevere. Even the wounded soldiers were holding their weapons tightly and waiting.