“Sir, didn’t you send an order to storm the farm in the afternoon? What are they doing cutting wood on the top of the mountain?” Odo asked someone to send the two injured soldiers to the train, then looked up at the busy group of people on the hillside, walked to Art and asked.
Odo led Kazak's third squadron first back to the north side of the hillside where most of the outposts gathered. After they conquered the small village in the northeast, they "accidentally" let go of a Lombard soldier, then killed all the Lombards in the village, and took away the looted goods of the Lombards in the small village along with their weapons and armor.
But the Provençal women could not be rescued, because when Odo besieged the Lombards in the village, the Lombards killed all the women and then waited to be killed by Odo's soldiers.
“They are preparing siege engines to attack the farm.” Art replied, putting down his wooden spoon.
"Why did you go up there to prepare the siege equipment?" Odo asked.
At handed the half-eaten broth and wheat paste to Odo's hand and replied: "I don't plan to directly attack the front of the farm. We are going to swoop down from the hillside and rely on the wooden ladder and tree bridge to attack. So, So I asked the baggage team to take the people to make the equipment locally, so as not to have to carry it up from the mountain in the afternoon."
Odo stopped when he took the wooden bowl, "Sir, attack from the mountain? Did I hear you correctly???"
Matt took out another half of rye bread from his arms, broke it into pieces, put it into the wooden bowl in Odo's hand, and replied: "You will understand when you look at the terrain of the farm and the distance on the hillside. But I need to paralyze the enemy to attract their attention, so after you eat something, I will bring you Let the first mercenary squadron and the third Kazak squadron go around the open space in front of the farm, and then pretend to build siege equipment. After I send the signal, you must also pretend to attack the front. The more defenders you attract on the front, the less difficult it will be for me to attack from the rear wing. "
"Yes, sir." Odo agreed, holding the wooden bowl and drinking a large mouthful of hot broth, wheat paste and crumbs.
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The sun is setting in the west, and the sun is shining on the farm. The south side of the hillside is in the shade. Looking from the farm sentry tower against the dazzling light, it is a gray and quiet place.
As if to contrast the tranquility on the hillside, the sound of killings was loud in the open space south of the stream in front of the farm.
Odo led more than thirty soldiers from the 1st Mercenary Squadron and the 3rd Kazak Squadron and were carrying three crudely made wooden ladders in an array to attack the farm. A large group of people roared at the throat like crazy, as if their desperate roar could block the stream and knock down the stone wall.
However, although the roars of more than thirty "mad soldiers" failed to block the stream and collapse the stone wall, it really made the Lombards behind the stone wall of the farm extremely nervous. They looked at each other in confusion, and the sweat on their faces could not stop flowing down.
“This group of lunatics attacked the city, and they roared in a panic.” A small Lombard officer on the wall looked at the troops forming up outside the farm, and swallowed his saliva.
"Archers release arrows, let these beasts roar in hell!" The Lombard garrison commander gave the order, and the archers began to throw arrows from a distance of more than 180 steps.
Shoo~Buzz~~
The low or sharp sound of arrows piercing the air sounded in the air between the attacking and defending sides.
"Shield array to prevent arrows!"
One hundred and fifty steps away, the light arrows from the infantry bow had almost no power, but they could still kill people if they hit the vital point, so Odo ordered all the conflict soldiers in the two squadrons to squat down and raise their shields to resist the rounds of arrows coming from the stone walls of the farm.
The arrows of the Lombard defenders were not unlimited. After three rounds of arrows fired by the archers at the stone wall of the farm, they saw that only one or two unlucky siege soldiers were hit by arrows, so they stopped the meaningless scattering.
The rain of arrows has subsided, and it’s time for the horn to sound again.
Three horns sounded to urge the men to attack. Thirty or so soldiers put down their bucklers, picked up their weapons and started charging towards the front of the farm with a roar...
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The lion never made any sound when it pounced on its prey.
On the north side of the hillside on the back wing of the farm, three recruiting horns sounded. Art waved his hand towards the soldiers waiting behind him. The 2nd and 4th squadrons of soldiers, as well as the crossbow squad, who had been hiding for a long time, all followed Art along a path on the hillside and ran to the other side of the mountain. They would launch an attack from the mountainside towards the stone wall of the farm at the foot of the mountain.
In addition to carrying siege armor and weapons, the soldiers behind Yat also carried three fifty-foot-long wooden ladders, and the soldiers who were not carrying wooden ladders also carried a fifty-foot-long tree trunk with the tip flattened in groups of two.
At the critical point of the Lombards' vision, Art signaled a pause behind him, and then observed the frontal battle from the mountainside:
Otto and more than thirty people have rushed to the stream and are trying to use wooden ladders to make a bridge or jump directly over the stream under the attack of Lombard arrows. At this point, the feint attack team also suffered casualties, because the stream line was the best shooting angle for the Lombard defenders' bows and arrows, and the Lombards did not know that the main battlefield was behind them, so they sent all their arrows to the "siege" troops lingering along the stream line.
Matt took off the sophisticated rifle bow on his back, took out three diamond-shaped armor-piercing arrows and held them in his hand. He ordered the crossbow team behind him: "Jason, Smith, pick two soldiers with good shooting skills to follow me."
Matt chose a position with an excellent shooting range and squatted down, and then said to the few people who followed him: "Did you see that the enemy has been distracted by the frontal attack? They only left three sentries to guard the rear wing. In order to surprise the Lombards, for a while We need to kill these three sentries. Remember, it’s best to kill them in one shot. The four of you will be responsible for one enemy sentry, and I will shoot the arrow on the left after counting to three. Do you understand? "
"Understood~" the four of them responded in a low voice.
Matt nodded, and immediately took the bow, drew the arrow, and stringed the arrow. Several people around him also followed Art's actions in unloading their bows and unloading the arrows...
"Get ready!"
"一"
The bowstring began to stretch.
The bowstring is stretched to the extreme.
Swish, swish, five armor-piercing heavy arrows or flat-headed light arrows twisting out front and back, two by two, three groups, each running towards the target down the hillside...
On the stone wall of the rear wing of the farm, the three Lombard soldiers guarding the rear wall had no intention of observing the rear wing. Although they were standing on the stone wall at the back, their minds had long been attracted by the fierce fighting in the south. They were not only curious about the frontal battle, but also worried that the Provence army would cross the stream and cross the trap to attack the stone wall. Every mistake made by the frontal defenders might be the reason why they lost their lives, although they believed that they should be the last to end their lives.
But today their worries were obviously not unnecessary, but the deadly enemy did not come from the south.
Poof～
A Lombard sentry on the rear wing of the farm was still tilting his head to peek at the heated scene of the battlefield in front. A companion next to him fell directly. The Lombard sentry looked down and saw that the companion next to him was hit by an arrow in the eye box and chest.
His words of warning were blocked in his chest, and then another arrow pierced the back of his neck, knocking him straight to the ground...
Almost at the same time, two more flying arrows pierced the air.
The three Lombard sentries on the back wing of the farm were almost killed at the same time, but only almost, because at the moment Art let go, a draft suddenly rose, and the arrow shot from Art's hand hit the Lombard man's shoulder blade. After being hit by the arrow, the Lombard sentry instinctively collapsed and hid behind the stone wall.
Fortunately, this heavy blow hit the sentry's bones, and the severe pain caused him to go into shock the moment he fell.
"It missed~" Art said with some shame.
"Dead, not dead?" Smith asked.
"I don't know, there seems to be no movement. The archers on the sentry tower didn't notice either." Jason replied.
"Stop it, do it!" Art no longer hesitated about whether to shoot the Lombard sentry.
"Jason, take your crossbow team and stay on the mountainside to find a suitable position to suppress the enemy's crossbowmen." The slope was full of thorn bushes and sharp gravel. More than thirty people carried ladders and carried logs all the way down. Their hands and feet were torn and punctured. Some unlucky soldiers even fell into the thorn bushes and got hung up on barbs, unable to escape...
Looking towards the hillside in the direction of the rear wing, the archer exclaimed.
"Enemy~enemy!! Enemy!! There are enemies in the back mountain!!!" The archer shouted to warn his companions.
The head archers also spotted groups of unknown figures on the back mountain carrying wooden ladders and tree sticks moving down the mountain, and shouted loudly: "Archers turn to shoot at the enemy troops on the back mountain!"
Seven or eight Lombard archers turned around and started shooting arrows at the figures on the back mountain.
However, before the arrows of these Lombard archers had time to hit the figures swooping down from the mountain behind, six or seven light arrows with flat heads flew towards them.
In an area with a wide view on the mountainside, the crossbow team was constantly unloading their bows and arrows, using their absolute advantage to suppress the arrows shot by the Lombards from the farm sentry tower.
With the suppressive shooting of the crossbow team, the pressure on the diving team was greatly reduced. Before most of the Lombards noticed it, Art gave an order and all the lowered bodies stood up, and then the slope of the hillside was sharply tilted toward the foot of the mountain, which was closest to the back wall of the farm.
A hundred steps away, you’ll be there in an instant.