Chapter 4, the fierce battle of the humble
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A feather arrow roared down from the city wall with the sound of the wind. The Western Alliance soldiers who were charging and running on the ground seemed to be hit hard by a hammer. They paused suddenly, then fell to the sky and were nailed to the ground by the feather arrow.
This feather arrow was just a prelude to the attack. Soon, more arrows poured down from the city walls of Longcheng Gundam. Because the enemies charged on the ground were very dense, and the ones ahead were pushing siege equipment and poorly equipped cannon fodder, the soldiers of the Han army could shoot and kill the enemy without any aiming.
The courage of these cannon fodders was obviously not completely lost. They pushed the huge cowhide rushing cart desperately and slowly approached the city wall. On the city wall, the Han army's archers kept shooting feather arrows down.
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But the heavy infantry of the Teutonic Knights who followed him were not so easy to deal with.
The Teutonic Knights obviously had prepared for the situation of arrows in front of them. The moment the feather arrow was shot out, the huge oak shield in the soldier's hands had already protected his whole body. The few that were occasionally leaked were intercepted by the thick iron armor they wore, which caused extremely limited damage to their substance.
Seeing that the attack was not good, the Han army officer on the city wall simply ordered that the archers no longer conduct unnecessary long-distance diffuse shooting, but instead commanded the sharpshooters in the army to snipe the opponent's middle and lower-level officers who were commanding the charge, and ordered people to push out a huge bed crossbow.
Bed crossbows, weapons and first-level combat readiness materials from the Han Empire, are strictly controlled for circulation even in the army. The recycled old parts must be destroyed on the spot under the supervision of the law enforcement team.
This weapon, which was known in the early days of the empire, has been around for thousands of years and is still one of the most powerful standard weapons in the empire's current equipment.
Although it requires three people to control it and is not easy to move, it is actually a powerful tool for defending the city.
Soon, the first crossbow arrow flew down from the city wall with the sound of the wind with the falling gravity.
The heavy infantry of the Teutonic Knights, who had a relaxed look under the city wall, stopped and stood up to resist when they first saw the crossbow on the wall.
When the crossbow arrow reached its body, the oak shield that looked very strong was immediately split under this huge force. Then, the crossbow arrow with death broke through the defense line that the Teutonic people hurriedly formed, causing huge damage to the dense formation of the Teutonic Knights.
A bloody path that seemed to be swept by a sickle appeared in the square formation, and just a crossbow arrow took away the lives of more than a dozen Toutun people.
The Han army on the city wall immediately burst into a huge cheer.
The Teutonic people looked shocked, but this was just an arrow to correct the direction.
Soon, just before the Teutonic people recovered, more than a dozen crossbow arrows of death roared again.
"Accelerate, disperse the formation, charge!" The commander of the Teutonic Knights who were in charge of this siege this time saw that the formation could not resist the powerful crossbow, and roared in resentment.
Teutonic's heavy infantry phalanx, this huge beetle that looked very bulky, started its own charge after a brief pause, and another round of crossbow arrows were shot on the city wall.
After three rounds of crossbow arrows, the stormtroopers, which were originally as dense as locusts, became like gullies.
After paying for nearly 1,000 cannon fodder troops and hundreds of heavy infantry casualties, the Teutonic vanguard finally advanced under the city wall. At the command of the thousand-man commander, he immediately began to set up a ladder.
At this time, the shortcomings of the bed crossbow were undoubtedly exposed, so they could only conduct long-distance shooting, and it was too troublesome to load crossbow arrows.
The most important thing is that there are only a dozen crossbows in the entire Longcheng and the entire Potian Legion. After all, this place is far away from the inland of the Han Empire, and it is inconvenient to transport.
Otherwise, if there are a hundred crossbows arranged and shooting in two waves, the charge of the Ten Thousand Teutonic Knights will be afraid that half of the charge will be lost halfway.
Unfortunately, there is no assumption in the war. A border city that has been hanging alone overseas and has been pacified for a long time can bring these dozens of the most advanced weapons of the empire from their hometown thousands of miles away. It is Guan Zhongyun's personal charm and the special treatment of the Potian Legion as one of the top ten legions of the empire.
"Roll wood, hot oil, hurry up..." The Han army on the city wall began to carry rolling wood and rocks.
After three days of fierce fighting, these city defense supplies had been greatly damaged and even began to dismantle houses. Fortunately, the civilians and merchants in Longcheng understood that once the city was broken, they would be killed as pagans in the Western coalition.
Even if you are lucky enough to die, your property will be plundered by the Western coalition in the name of "true god" they call them, and you will be sold as slaves.
Therefore, all the military and civilians in the city actively cooperated. Even some civilians and merchants who had been trained in militia during the empire actively participated in the preparation defense of the city wall.
Moreover, the imperialists could not give up these civilians and merchants in terms of law and morality. They were the foundation of the empire, with their own hearts and their hearts, and naturally fought to the end.
The stones and rolling wood that kept falling on their heads did not make the elite soldiers who were used to death retreat. However, after completing their mission, the cannon fodder troops were responsible for guarding and supporting the siege equipment, others began to consciously retreat. After all, they still needed to charge forward in the next siege battle.
At this moment, the heavy infantry of the Teutonic Knights had abandoned the huge oak shield, held up the broad sword, and began to climb the cloud ladder with the small shield made of fine steel on the left forearm to resist the rain of arrows.
Faced with companions who kept screaming and falling from their side, these heavy infantrymen of the Teutonic Knights turned a blind eye and accelerated their charge. These Teutonic people knew that if they retreated at this moment, they would not only be punished by the military law, but also lose their reputation after returning to their hometown.
In Teutonic, if a warrior loses his reputation, his whole life and his whole family will be affected.
They can only become slaves to higher-level nobles, and no one will have sympathy for them. However, if they die bravely, they can obtain supreme glory, and not only will they receive the title of noble knight, but their families will also be supported by the state.
These heavy infantrymen of the Teutonic Knights are now full of fanatical Teutonic honors, and many of the soldiers who formed this team are originally criminals who want to change their humble destiny in this way.
Death is nothing to these humble things at least for the time being.
"Arrowmen, scatter downwards freely." On the city wall, the Han army's archers were not stingy with the arrows in their hands, shooting at the enemies who had lost the protection of the giant shield. The enemies gathered under the city now, which made them almost see blood in their arrows.
The enemy is still the same enemy, most of whom have high noses and deep eyes, and their expressions are fierce.
But their quality is different from the cannon fodder three days ago. If these rain of arrows were poured on those people, they would have lost confidence under such a blow and turned around and ran away.
But these Teutonic people seemed to be numb. As long as they were not knocked down from the ladder, they kept going upwards and upwards...
The first enemy rushed to the city wall, and the thick iron armor was covered with dents. He was soon killed by Han soldiers on the spot, and was thrown down like an iron can. He also knocked down several cannon fodders holding the ladder.
But the second, third, the first ten-man team... the first hundred-man team...
Soon, the first wall of Dragon City was already filled with Han soldiers and Teutonic knights wearing black bamboo armor and silver iron armor.
The two sides are clearly separated, but they keep trying hard to merge. This fusion is iron, this fusion is blood, and this fusion is the symphony of death.
The steel saber produced by the Han Empire fought against the fine steel broadsword produced by the West, and the huge metal impact sounded echoed on the city wall one after another.
The spear on the other hand of the imperial soldiers played a huge role. The spear technique that had almost been imprinted into the body of the Han soldiers was like poisonous snakes, looking for the tight gaps in the heavy infantry of the Teutonic Knights' regiment, and blood flew up with the gun blade.
Soldiers from both sides continued to fall, and new soldiers continued to make up for it without fear of death.
You live and die, it's that simple.
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Stera felt that she was going crazy. The centurion of the Teutonic Knights was originally a cavalryman, but during a sacrifice, he offended a bishop of the kingdom because of the corruption in a church in a certain part of the Holy Church.
Although in the Teutonic Kingdom, religious power was not as strong as other countries, Stera was still deprived of the title of knight and sent to the heavy infantry regiment.
Originally, it is a very happy thing to be able to enter the famous Teutonic heavy infantry regiment in the Western continent, especially for civilians and those who have made mistakes, it is a good opportunity to cleanse mediocrity and humbleness and gain glory. Many men regard this as their ultimate goal in joining the army.
But Stera doesn't think so. This man with the same name as the "Hell Dog" in the Western Continental mythology likes the refreshing impact of riding on horseback and holding a knight's spear, rather than wearing such a heavy armor and climbing up and down like a can.
Although the chance of dying in this way has been reduced a little, the chance of being depressed and passively being beaten has also increased a lot accordingly.
Of course, Stera, who had already suffered a serious setback, would never expose her inner thoughts to others. The resentment that could send herself to the stolen stand would be only vented on the enemy in front of her.
"Boys, cheer up!" He directed his 100s to fight hard. Objectively speaking, although he was a man with strong resentment, there were few officers more qualified on the battlefield - charging forward, superb martial arts and a flexible mind.
Seeing that the forward's colleagues rushed up the city wall like pigs, they were disbanded by the Han army, Stera sneered disdainfully: With a wave of her hand, she took her squad of 100 people up the ladder.
The Centenarians had abandoned all their extra equipment, and their shields had long been thrown halfway, and even the helmets that Teutonic infantry often carried were taken off. According to Stera, this iron armor looks quite thick, but can it withstand the huge rocks falling from the sky? I'm afraid it will only make you look more like a can of stupid can in the eyes of the enemies who cleaned the battlefield after the war.
Since we cannot guarantee it, we must throw away all the extra burden. Only by climbing up the city wall faster can we ensure the safety of our lives.
So, this scene appeared on the battlefield. A group of heavy armor and helmets were on their bodies. Among the canned Teutonic infantry, a team of infantry teams with iron armor and huge heads appeared, but extremely agile.
The defense of the Han army obviously did not see these abnormalities immediately, but there were only a few soldiers who were strange about how these enemy soldiers were so flexible.
Soon, under the cover of other clumsy "comrades-in-arms", Stera led his squad of 100 people to rush up to the city wall, raised his sword and fell, and a wide sword flashed with a dark and bright light, chopped the Han soldiers in front of him away.
Seeing Stera so brave, the Han army squadron leader rushed over. Stera also met the squadron leader, and the two weapons collided fiercely. The Han army squadron leader shouted inwardly: "What a lot of strength", and only felt a numb mouth.
The Han army's sabre was the second style of the series of three swords that Han army must learn that Han cavalry and officers must learn.
"Cang--" Stera sealed again.
"Good boy!" the officer said to himself.
"I will also be from your empire..." Stera smiled and spoke fluently in Chinese.
At that time, the empire had been strong for a long time, and mainland roads were smooth and east-west. Chinese had become one of the common languages of mainland roads. Especially in the army and upper class of the Western continent, it was proud to speak standard Chinese.
"Woo--" A horn to withdraw the troops suddenly came from the formation of the Western Allied Forces. Stera smiled and said, "Boy, I'll see you next time. It's not worth fighting so hard for them!" After saying that, with a backhand sword, he shook off the weapons of the Han army squadron leader and quickly slid down the ladder to the city.
Most of the soldiers who followed him escaped successfully, got off the ladder, and ran towards the main formation of the Western Allied Forces.
"Damn, this guy is about to catch up with that boy Dongfeng." The Han army squadron leader said angrily, watching the enemy retreat like a tide.
On November 20, 998, the Western Allied Forces besieged Longcheng on the fourth day, the Western continent of Teutonic Principality, and the Teutonic Knights attacked the city, but failed. The enemy lost 4,472 people and retreated in panic.
This is a faint stroke recorded in the history of the empire several years later. What the historical books do not mention is that the Han army was the advantage of refusing to defend the Longcheng city wall that day, but more than 800 people died on the spot, and nearly a thousand people lost their combat effectiveness.
However, most of the more than 4,000 people died in the enemy were cannon fodder troops, and the heavy infantry of the Teutonic Knights lost only more than 1,000 people.
Such a record is simply a shame in the history of the Imperial Main Legion and the Western War. But it can also be seen that the Teutonic Knights are so powerful.
Therefore, Guan Zhongyun, who was paying attention to all this on the city wall, could not be happy about the enemy's temporary retreat. The enemy's retreat was not because of fear, but because he did not want to lose his elite. If he ended like this, there would inevitably be a more fierce attack tomorrow waiting for him and his legion.
Now, every Han soldier fell on the city wall, it was like a knife scraping, which made Guan Zhongyun feel confused.
Ma Qianfeng, Ma Qianfeng. Where are you and your army now?
Guan Zhongyun once again remembered Ma Qianfeng, the deputy commander of the bandit suppression, and the 15,000 elite soldiers under him.
Note 1: The civilians, businessmen and people are the foundation of the empire, and are strictly regulated by Taizu's laws and regulations. No one shall discriminate against the people who are innocent.
Chapter completed!