The sound of the horn is still echoing.

The "turtles" who had been lying on the city wall for half a night stood up suddenly.

The crossbow arrows in their hands flew "swoosh" towards the gathering of cavalry.

The conical armor-breaking arrows can even penetrate thin iron sheets, and the leather armor of the Javelin cavalry cannot be stopped at all.

The crossbow arrows that were rushing down like locusts to rush blood flowers to bloom among the cavalry.

At the same time, directly above the city gate, several guards worked together to pour a large bucket of lamp oil down.

As a torch fell, the gate of the city instantly turned into purgatory.

The cavalry outside the city retreated.

The giant shield crossbow-carrying militia attempted to retain these visitors.

But their crossbow movements could not keep up with the speed of running away with four legs.

The cavalry who remained in the city went crazy.

Under the order of a jazz dressed in an officer, they rushed into the heavy sergeant's gun.

Roger was a little worried that the heavy soldiers could not stop the enemy's madness.

He left the bell tower, took his men and horses to a place not far behind the heavy sergeant.

He did not move forward any further, he stood upright on the kickstick to watch the battle ahead.

The crossbowmen finally got the strings.

Another round of crossbow arrows roared and smashed into the cavalry crowds densely in front of the gun formation with their backs facing the crossbowmen.

Roger saw the dense figures there and it became sparse in an instant.

Roger heard the round shield swordsman's assault call in his ears.

He knew that the traps on both sides had been filled with the bodies of men and horses.

The sparse figures in front of them are still decreasing rapidly.

The heavy sergeants in the array perfectly restrained the cavalry without speed.

Roger saw the reflection of the round shield swordsman's helmet and shield appear behind the cavalry.

He knew that these cavalry were already doomed.

Roger shouted: "Surrender!"

The officer opposite roared: "My men can surrender, but I want to duel with you!"

Under the order of that officer, the remaining javelin cavalry dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Roger ordered the re-mounted soldiers to get out of a way.

The officer drove the war horses to advance with all his strength.

He held the javelin high and tried to throw it.

Roger, sitting quietly on the horse, raised his shield.

A large Chinese character was written on the shield with dye.

"pit"

The officer's horse stepped on the air.

The officer who fell head-on broke his neck at the edge of the trap.

Roger silently put down his shield.

By dawn, Rubio came to the study of the city lord's mansion to report to Roger with his results and casualties.

He brought two good news.

"Report that our casualties are minimal, and the Aragonese dead and captured are combined with sixty zeros. Lord, this is a great victory!"

"What does it mean to have zero?"

"Sir, I really can't tell how many corpses there are in the fire at the city gate."

Roger nodded. He was not as excited as Rubio. The result was within his expectations.

In his opinion, this was just a tactical victory, but strategically he was still at a disadvantage.

He thought there were nearly 120 javelin cavalry outside the city, and he and his three men still couldn't run out.

Roger would not express his thoughts, and he smiled and praised the soldiers for their performance.

Rubio proudly held his chest out and accepted the praise for all the soldiers.

Roger said to the housekeeper: "Cook a delicious meal for the soldiers, and the injured should be taken care of properly."

The butler nodded and went outside the study to instruct the servant to do it immediately.

When the housekeeper came in again, Roger asked, "Have all the prisoners of yesterday been locked up?"

The housekeeper replied: "Yes, sir, they are all locked in the dungeon."

"Don't treat them harshly, they are all Christians after all."

"Sir, don't worry, take good care of them, they all are so happy."

"Take one up, I have something to ask."

The housekeeper obeyed the order and went out to instruct the servants.

At this time, Father Dominic came excitedly to congratulate Roger:

"This is God's will. Even if we open the gates, the Aragonese will not get Toledo!"

"Okay, Father, keep your scheming and resign and tell the people of the city, how about the mass I want you to prepare?"

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Roger, this is my old job, absolutely no problem. But..."

"What?"

“Is it really going to do a mass for the dead Aragons?

"They were just civilians, and only the officer who led the lead was a little jazz.

"But at his level, haha, our Toledo main church was to perform the mass of the deceased for His Majesty the Majesty of the Dead."

"Yes, not only do it, but also do it so grandly that everyone in the city knows."

Roger saw psychological warfare and propaganda warfare on the Internet in later generations.

He didn't want to learn from Hannibal, he only knew how to win, but he didn't know how to use victory.

The priest was in a good mood and stopped insisting: "Okay, listen to you, count their luck."

Rubio had red eyes on the side: "God, I would rather die last night."

Roger teased: "Give you a chance to die, do you want it?"

"Just give me the order, Rubio frowned, he is a coward."

Roger knew that when the main force was there in the past, Rubio had no chance to stand out.

And now, Rubio obviously doesn't want to miss the opportunity to achieve military achievements and achieve success.

Roger took the pen and parchment from the desk and wrote it out quickly.

Then he rummaged through the table but couldn't find what he wanted.

Roger asked the butler who walked in: "Where is the seal of the city lord?"

"By Fair... no, I was taken away by bedbugs, the seal is pure gold."

Roger's face was not good anymore, and he touched his emblem ring in his head and neck.

He doesn't want to use his own emblem.

"Sir, I left the city lord's emblem ring. I kept it secretly."

The housekeeper untied a ring from his necklace, held it in both hands, and handed it to Roger respectfully.

Roger looked at the housekeeper with a smile, and he took the ring.

He thought that the butler had never said it before, and he still had the city lord's emblem ring hidden, perhaps because he was worried that he would be like Fernando.

Roger thought, this was also the harvest of last night's battle.

Roger used the City Lord’s Emblem Ring, dipped in melted candle oil, and pressed it on the written parchment paper.

Then he handed the paper to Rubio:

"Go to the camps of the Aragonese outside the city and inform them that we will perform mass for the dead and have them send a representative."

"As for orders, sir."

Rubio took the order and left, but he did not frown, as if he had received the order just to ask him to go on an outing outside the city.

Roger thought that this was also an ambitious person who dared to work hard to improve.

He thought that perhaps there are many people as ambitious as Rubio among the civilians, but they have no chance to show themselves.

Roger thought that for a cowardly, inaction ruler, such an ambitious subordinate would be harmful.

And for a ruler who wants to make a difference, such ambitious and desperate subordinates are indispensable.
Chapter completed!