People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 235 The Great Victory
After being refilled, the smooth stone bullets plowed across the ground with a howling wind, leaving a trail of bloody mud on the ground.

A heavy crossbow the size of a baby's arm nailed the heavily armed Saracens soldiers together.

Their sturdy armor is like paper in front of this terrifying war machine.

Rauf, who was riding a war horse and wearing exquisite scale armor, was surrounded by his personal guards and watched this scene from a distance. For a moment, he felt like he was in a dilemma.

"The enemy is currently in the midst of civil strife, and can only exert half of its strength at most."

"Combined between the Manticore and the Minometto, even if they can't deal with the opponent's witch, they can still match up."

"Our side already has two siege towers on the city wall, and the chief thousand-man team is fighting fiercely with the enemy. Withdrawing the troops now, all previous efforts will be wasted."

"Moreover, all the siege equipment was dispatched in this battle. Once it is damaged, there is no time to rebuild it. After all, there are so many vassals in Lothar who have not been summoned."

This series of thoughts gave Rauf the illusion that as long as he invested more power, he could win this war of attrition.

The previous sunk cost made him unwilling to give up.

"But I can no longer compromise the elite of my headquarters. Send those Bedouins to fight. I promise them that they will share an extra [-]% of the spoils."

There was a bit of heartache on Rauf's face: "Damn it, how could the siege weapons built by these Franks be so accurate?"

Siege weapons such as counterweight trebuchets still have a high technical content, and Rauf did not expect that a mere Port of Ella would be so difficult to win.

So there is no money to hire engineers who are good at building this kind of equipment.

Although he has a counterweight trebuchet, it's useless.

Unless it is a huge counterweight trebuchet with an extremely long range, but with higher technical content and more difficult construction.

Otherwise, the condescending and precise Siegfried Tower will teach him to be a man.

city ​​wall.

Ned gasped heavily, and the black armored soldiers in front of him finally retreated. These black armored soldiers were probably the elite of the enemy.

All of them were well-equipped, brave and fearless, shouting "Holy Flame Burns Forever" in their mouths, fighting to the death without retreating, which put a lot of pressure on the Black Eagle Banner team he led.

Although the Black Eagle Banner Squad was set up as a standing army, it couldn't be compared with the Varangian Guards and the remaining veterans at all, and their combat quality was too poor.

At most, it was on par with these black armored soldiers of the opponent.

If it weren't for the advantage of defending the city, there must have been heavy casualties by now.

"Ha, the Holy Land is really a good place. These pagans are much better than the half-naked barbarians in the Baltic who only charge forward."

"Boys, cheer up, you don't want to be looked down upon by those militiamen who are not as good as you?"

He laughed to cheer up the morale of the soldiers around him.

Ordering fellow knights shuttled through the ranks one after another, patted this shoulder, touched that head, highlighting an affinity.

In this battle, although the Black Eagle Banner team exposed some problems, their performance was still remarkable. They used the same rotation system as the remaining veterans.

After the soldiers in the front row are exhausted from fighting, the soldiers in the back row will step up one by one, which greatly reduces their own casualties.

The wounded will also be rescued by the field doctors of the Saint Lazarus Redemption Order. Although there are many wounded, not many died in battle.

On the other hand, the results of the Yingqi brigade were much more terrifying.

These remaining veterans who cooperated tacitly were worthy of the name of veterans. Their tacit cooperation was like a killing machine. Many soldiers who had just set foot on the city wall were pierced through the heart by them, or they directly relied on the shield to push them down the city wall.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there are never more than ten enemies on the wall in front of them at the same time.

Lothar took a deep breath, and the veins highlighted by the blood waterfall gradually disappeared.

He stepped on the manticore's belly, pulled out the cross sword in his hand, and swung it lightly, the blood stains on it immediately splashed onto the wall, and the blade was still as clean as new.

It seems that they were killed by them, and now there are only five manticores left, continuing to hover over the city.

The blood spear prepared by Fringilla was suspended in the air. As long as the manticore dared to swoop down, the spear would mercilessly pierce the body of the knight behind them.

The red robe on her body was all floating due to the wild dance of magic power.

With more than twice the terrifying mental power of Lothar, even among the wizards in this world, she surpassed most of the wizards with medium magic power.

At this time.

A bony dagger that seems to have condensed countless souls of the dead, one looks very vicious at a glance, like a poisonous scorpion hiding in the shadows, suddenly appeared from behind Fringilla.

The arms covered in black robes seemed to protrude from another world.

At the same time that the arm holding the dagger stabbed furiously at the back of Fringila's heart, one could vaguely see a huge, giant poisonous scorpion entrenched in the shadows.

"stop!"

In Lothar's body, the terrifying aura of the dark lord was released without reservation.

The suppression power of this breath on dark creatures is undoubtedly very terrifying.

As a result, the dagger in the black wizard's hand paused slightly.

And this time, Coors was given a chance.

I saw Coors's face that would not change color as if the mountain was overwhelmed, covered with ferocious veins, and two pairs of sharp fangs pierced his lips.

It seems to be furious.

He is a master at playing with shadows, but this unknown assassin in front of him has exceeded his control over shadows, and even came to assassinate his most beloved princess, His Royal Highness.

It's just a shame!

Keng——

Coors's hands were full of sharp nails, and they collided with the white bone dagger. Neither of them was metal, but there was a crisp metal collision sound.

The black-robed wizard stepped out of the darkness.

But it didn't appear behind Furingilla, but on the city wall ten meters away.

Lothar looked sideways, not knowing how he got there.

He looked at Lothar with a sneer on his face: "It's really a terrifying aura, but it's a pity that you are strong on the outside and can do it on the inside. If it wasn't for the scorpion god bestowing on me, maybe I would really be bluffed by you."

respond to him.

It was Lothar's merciless holy spear. This elusive enemy is obviously on the side of the dark camp, otherwise he would not be deterred by his "dark lord" breath.

The light gathers.

The holy gun appeared out of thin air in Lothar's hands.

The mocking expression on the black wizard's face instantly froze.

"Artifact?"

The Holy Lance is an artifact, there is no doubt about it.

He wanted to run away, but the characteristic that the holy gun must hit was something that ordinary people could avoid.

Prajna reminded: "He is not a wizard, he should be a totem god, and he can borrow power from the gods behind him."

Lothar nodded slightly.

God of Slayer, it's not like we haven't done it before. Last time it was the God of Crocodile. This time, let's take a sacrificial spear from a god-fated one.

boom!
The holy spear pierced through the body of the black wizard, and countless wailing souls immediately appeared on his surface.

These are all imprisoned in his body, ready to return to the tribe, and sacrifice to the soul of the scorpion god.

They were tormented by pain, and were quickly purified and dissipated in the light of the Holy Lance.

The black wizard let out a painful roar: "The great scorpion god will not let you go, you blasphemy."

Lothar didn't mean to speak, but watched the scene coldly.

The Holy Lance has a must-hit feature.

Give me another try?
A trace of panic suddenly appeared on the black wizard's face: "No, no, great scorpion god, you actually want to deprive me of my divine favor—are you afraid of this blasphemer?"

Behind him, there was a strange sound.

Then, a phantom of a black scorpion emerged, its compound eyes glanced at Lothar, and then disappeared quickly.

Prajna frowned and said, "What did it tell you?"

Lothar let out a "huh": "It said that well water does not interfere with river water."

The black wizard let out a frenzied roar, but Coors, who had already appeared behind him, mercilessly swung his claws and cut it off.

A head rolled to the ground.

With the burning of the holy flame, the black wizard was completely reduced to ashes.

New power emerged in Lothar's body. He only killed two manticores but didn't have enough experience, so he managed to reach the top level.

"Let's rest, let them bleed again, and we will prepare to counterattack."

Lothar, who regained his strength, set his sights on the battlefield.

As the time goes.

The enemy's offensive intensity became weaker and weaker. They marched during the day and did not rest well at night.

Where can it support such a fierce offensive?
Seeing that no progress had been made for a long time, Rauf also wanted to retreat, and began to order the horn to sound the retreat.

"It's time to give them the coup de grace."

Lothar stood at the head of the city and ordered decisively.

At the gate of the city, the drawbridge was lowered.

The Varangian guards with two-handed axes were the vanguard, led by Hans, to kill the enemy's retreating army.

Lothar brewed the breath of the dragon, and when he approached the enemy camp, he swept out like a giant sword in the hands of Vulcan in an instant.

The flames raged.

Mourning is everywhere.

At the same time, behind the enemy camp, there was a loud clatter of horses' hooves.

Rangna, who was wearing silver armor, shouted: "Boys, it's time to beat the dog in the water, come with me!"

Jeanna was so excited, this is a good opportunity to pick someone's head!
(End of this chapter)