Knight of the Light

Hundreds of people squatted outside the wall of the manor. The remnants of the Cold Wind City pulled out all their mobilized manpower and devoted themselves to the current battle.

Taking down the fence easily is very inspiring. In order to continue to boost morale, more than a dozen military nobles took the lead, raised tall tower shields, grasped heavy weapons such as flail, and inspired to prepare to rush to break the defense of the main castle.

The nobles were followed by more than a hundred servants and slaves. A few were holding swords, and most of them were holding firewood salaries they picked up, intending to attack. The second daughter of the Doreixing family blessed ‘wild power’ for some people to improve their strength and courage.

Dozens of tower shields form a shield wall, and the front and back arrays improve defense. When the shield wall poured in from the main entrance of the manor, a large crossbow was shot at once from the attic of the main fortress thirty or forty meters away.

A noble warrior held up his shield, his whole body gathered, and his body even shone a light to strengthen his defense. But facing the crossbow shot down, the shield he raised, duang, burst.

Vigorously miracle!

The light of defense seems to play a role, but it is obviously not enough. Crossbow penetrated his abdomen, crushing his spleen and kidneys and nailing him to the ground. The body that was hit was like a broken bag, with blood flowing outward.

The noble warrior could not believe that he had become the first casualty, and looked down at the crossbow that penetrated his body, trying to pull it out. However, the crossbow has thick arms and does not move. Then he thought of asking for help

But the other noblemen holding shields quickly moved away or detoured and continued to strike forward. Everyone felt that such a fierce heavy crossbow must have a slow fire rate and a limited shooting range. Now that one has been fired, it is safe to rush up.

This is indeed the case. The heavy metal crossbow in the attic requires two people to work together, and there is no way to shoot a target at a short distance. The noble warrior, who could stand in front, was soon fired with a more intense light crossbow.

A few nobles in the front row are strong men, holding iron tower shields, rushing fastest. However, as soon as they came forward, the crossbow in the direction of the main castle never stopped. They could feel the continuous impact from the shield arm.

The iron arrows can even penetrate the tower shield, make a 哆 哆 哆 哆 sound, and pierce from the other side. This intensity is really amazing, the nobles scolded

"The dalits are using mean crossbows."

"They must be killed, they will never dare touch the crossbow."

"Hell, where do they get so many crossbows? They are particularly powerful."

Holding the heavy tower shield, the noble warriors also advanced quickly. But standing up to the crossbow is a bit of a hassle. The distance of thirty to forty meters seems to be able to run over in one breath. But the arrow was very powerful, and soon a crossbow penetrated the tower shield, causing casualties.

A shield warrior's arm was pierced by an arrow, the muscles and tendons of the arm were cut off, and blood flowed. He stopped with a scream and the Tower Shield in his hand could barely stand on the ground. When the others moved forward, a gap appeared in the shield wall.

"Shoot in through that gap." The officer of the action team was on the third floor of the attic, staring at the exposed opportunity at a glance. If it was normal, he would also let the heralds shout. Opportunities might be lost for a while, but now he only needs to report the "Holy Light".

Sophia is like a radio on the battlefield. It quickly and accurately gathers the shooters on the first and second floors of the main castle and shoots at the gaps exposed by the enemy. There were seven or eight crossbows between them in the breath, and they were so close that they could not shoot.

The light crossbow produced by the Harmony Village Forge is a standard configuration for guard infantry and has one hand. Forged metal crossbow arms can be made light and tough, with excellent flexibility.

Soldiers can step on the strings when they are strong, and they can use the ratchets when they are weak. This weapon is twice as powerful as ordinary goods made of handmade wood. It launches iron arrows that can penetrate general heavy armor at close range.

If you want to defend it, you must either use arcane defense or magic armor. In short, this is not a popular thing for the poor ghosts in the north.

It was such a gap, and when the crossbow shot into it, it screamed several times. The shield wall was more unsustainable, and several noble warriors fell again, and the gap became larger.

The noble masters still have tower shields, so long as they are not killed on the spot, they can temporarily endure retreat if injured. But the servants and serf soldiers who followed him were almost naked, and another wave of crossbow shot at them, falling down like a sickle harvest.

The person in front was dead, and the servants and miscellaneous soldiers behind kept pushing. But no matter how I pushed it, I couldn't withstand the continuous blood from the powerful crossbow, screaming, snoring, and the scene was chaotic.

An old white-haired aristocrat stood outside the wall and shouted and slammed the command. The slick head rolled on the ground, and the headless corpse threw down and spurted blood. The miscellaneous soldiers could only change their direction to cover the aristocratic master who had not yet withdrawn.

But at this time the heavy metal crossbow in the attic was again wounded and aimed at the old noble with white hair. A thick crossbow flew in and hit the opponent's chest.

An invisible stand blocked the attack of the heavy crossbow, but the powerful force knocked the white-haired old aristocrat down and fell to the ground. The attendant dragged him behind the wall, and he touched the broken heirloom amulet on his chest.

"Why are these pariahs so powerful and heavy crossbow?" The old nobleman leaned against the wall, panting in horror. Right in front of him, noble warriors and a large number of servants rushing up were falling back. Just now they were still confident, but this would be a mess.

The noble warrior on the front hung one and five wounded. This casualty is almost half, and the rest of the old men would never dare to rush like this. After retreating, they shot across the fence instead.

"What are these idiots doing?" Johnson Morrison, who was in charge of the organization behind him, was angry in the shadows. "They rushed once and failed to shoot at a fort? Do they think they have a lot of time to waste? ? "

As everyone knows, the nobles behind the fence are also suffering. They obviously have many people, and the number is more than ten times that of the pariahs in the main fort. I was thinking of relying on more people to suppress those pariahs, creating opportunities for the attendants to take the Tower Shield and rush again.

But the arrows shot from the fortress were endless, and no one knew who was suppressing them? Anyway, after shooting, the aristocratic party did not dare to take the liberty to take the lead on the fence.

"How many arrows are there in the untouchables? They are endless?" The old white-haired aristocrat lost his talisman and dared not stand out. In front of him were four or five corpses, all of which were servants and slaves killed in the shooting.

Normal people have limited carrying capacity. At most they carry a pot of arrows, most of which are between ten and twelve. Dalits occupying the manor, even if everyone has arrows, there are at most five or six hundred arrows. But now they haven't stopped shooting a dozen rounds.

In the main fort, boxes of crossbows were opened. Crossbow has no tail feathers, only iron arrows. This thing doesn't take up space. A small box can hold 500 pieces. The heavy carriage of the Fifth Action Team easily carried five or six boxes.

Two or three thousand crossbows are enough to shoot for a while.

The old aristocrat outside the fence pulled a crossbow from the corpse, looked at the forged iron arrow, and then looked at the straight and symmetrical arrow shaft. He shook his head and was puzzled: "Where are these pariahs shooting crossbows? It is money!

Such a sophisticated crossbow shot is too extravagant. This is completely different from the imaginary untouchable poor, who is the aristocracy? Who is richer? "