"Sir, the North City has been captured! Baron Caitlan has already stormed the top of the North City wall, and is now holding on to the top of the wall, intending to capture the wall and open the north gate."
Matthew, the bodyguard sent by Art to the North City to monitor the movement of the siege army, quickly ran back to the rear of the army outside the West City and reported the battle situation to Art.
Matt has heard that the Baron named Caitlan is a powerful character, but he did not expect that he would dare to lead the charge up the city wall and fight the enemy face to face. He had known that as a baron, it would be impossible to fight in person.
Hon turned his horse's head, pulled out the knight's sword from his waist, and asked Art for orders: "Master, should we immediately divide our troops to support Lord Caitlan in the North City? Once he opens the North City gate, we can rush into Geneborg from the North Gate."
Att glanced at the Swabians who were still increasing their troops to surround the west city wall, and said cruelly, "Ron, take the guards and task force to the north city immediately to support Lord Caitlan, and continue to attack their respective wall sections from other directions."< br/>
Yate did not choose to withdraw his troops from the West City, where the offensive was most intense, and send reinforcements to the North City. He knew that the biggest reinforcement to the North City was to hold back as many Swabians as possible, so that he could really reduce the pressure on the North City.
"Commander, blow the trumpet, let everyone join in the battle to climb the city!" Art pulled out the knight sword at his waist, led the two messengers and the flag-bearing soldiers and ran towards the front line of the siege.
In an instant, all the troops outside the west city of Genebourg were engaged in the battle to climb the city. Hundreds of people lined up in a long line to move towards the climbing equipment...
The Swabians expected that the unfamiliar army attacking the West City would be the key to the defense of Geneborg, so they concentrated their main defensive forces on the West City of Geneborg. However, they resisted the Burgundian army in the west city but lost their defense in the north city. The Burgundians, who had been unable to attack the city for a long time, suddenly broke out in bloody bravery, and a baron actually went to the city in person to participate in hand-to-hand combat.
The Swabians did not expect such a battle situation, and the Burgundian soldiers who broke through the outer wall of the northern city were even more unstoppable. Their eyes were shining, and they were looking at the Swabian soldiers and killing them indiscriminately. There seemed to be a trace of greed in their murderous eyes, as if the heads of the Swabians were like shining gold cakes and silver coins.
Swabians did not know how much their heads were worth, but the Burgundian soldiers who attacked the city knew. A Swabian head was exchanged for a reward of one hundred pfennigs. At this time, the Swabian enemy soldiers no longer had any ferocious fear in the eyes of the Burgundian soldiers. What they saw were coins running all over the city...
Geneborg was captured.
Geneborg, which had not been captured for more than ten days, was captured in one morning. The main reason was that Art personally led eight or nine hundred of the most elite Yona Border Guard Corps as the main attack, which was the decisive force. Of course, the knight killed last night and the high military rewards are also sources of motivation that spur all armies to fight bravely.
The gate outside the North City was opened by Kaitlan's attack. The soldiers attacking the South City gave up the siege and retreated to the city, bypassing the North City, and swarmed up the open North City Gate.
After the North City lost its army and entered the city, the Swabians in the West City also felt that the situation was over. They quickly retreated from the city head and ran towards the gap in the East City. If they could not defeat them, they could only choose to escape.
In order to prevent the Swabians from being trapped and fighting, Art did not arrange an army to defend and attack the east gate in advance. However, what made the Swabians desperate was that the Burgundians who poured into Geneborg quickly blocked the east gate. They obviously did not want those heads worth one hundred pfennigs to run away in vain.
The city of Geneborg was turned into a slaughterhouse...
After occupying the western city, the soldiers of the Jonas Border Guard Corps did not rush down the city wall to join the fighting. Genenebourg, which had already flooded into thousands of Burgundian troops, no longer needed them.
Under the command of Odo and their respective flag captains, the soldiers of the 2nd Infantry Regiment quickly took control of the four walls of the east, west, north and south, with at least one flag squad stationed on each wall.
Yat personally led the First Infantry Regiment and the troops directly under the Chinese Army to guard the chokepoints outside Genene Castle, control the peripheral defense lines, and hunt down fish that slipped through the net.
The massacre at Geneborg lasted for a whole afternoon, and it was not until dark that the troops who invaded the castle gradually subsided.
The war was cruel. Half a month of fierce fighting had reduced Geneborg to ruins. The boulders thrown by the trebuchets had collapsed the beams and eaves of the houses and destroyed the city walls and residences. Even the lord's hall had a huge hole opened by the occasional long-range stone.
There are no civilians in Geneborg. In fact, on the day the Swabians captured the castle a few months ago, the Burgundian civilians who survived the battle were plundered and slaughtered. The remaining Burgundians who were raped as slaves of the defending army were also killed in the past few days.
Swabian corpses were also piled up in every corner of the castle. Thanks to Art's generous military reward order, the Swabians stationed in Geneborg were almost slaughtered. Except for the noble knights and a leading baron who survived the fierce battle at the city head, all the remaining Swabian soldiers were killed and no one survived.
Both sides of the street were almost covered with broken limbs and broken livers, intestines, stomachs and lungs. The blood stains and the newly melted snow were trampled into mud. If those things were not too much in the way of the Burgundian soldiers' search, no one would be willing to sweep them to both sides of the road.
The city defense has been stabilized, and armored soldiers are patrolling all the street corners and arteries. The Burgundian army, which has been fighting for a day, gathered in the captured mansions and built bonfires to roast the meat and vegetables harvested from the Swabians. They held wine barrels and wooden cups and talked about today's harvest.
Hall of the Lords of Geneborg, the hall on the first floor with a big hole was brightly lit.
Commanders of more than a dozen Burgundian armies gathered here. The open space outside the lord's hall was piled with hill-like trophies. A dozen fierce soldiers with swords and spears guarded around the "hill" to prevent red-eyed soldiers from snatching the trophies.
It is certainly not forbidden to keep the spoils of war privately, but under the mutual supervision of more than a dozen teams, most of the spoils are still taken out and distributed.
The Swabians intend to hold on to Geneborg for a long time, so food supplies are absolutely indispensable. The people stationed in Geneborg are Swabian elite troops, so weapons, armor, and military supplies are also indispensable.
The only thing missing was gold and silver. After the Swabian looting at the border, most of the looted gold and silver precious cargo had been returned to the country, so they could only collect less than 60,000 pfennigs of gold and silver.
Some of these piles of war gains already have their own owners. Baron Caitlan was the first to break the city and was the most powerful among the frontier troops. Everyone dares to think about his share.
Viscount John's record was mediocre, and he brought less than 200 troops to fight, more than half of which were peasant soldiers. However, he was the Sheriff of the entire Bramont County, and he had the highest title among all the people. He took away one-third of the remaining war profits, and no one wanted to offend him.
As the actual commander of the entire army and the entire battlefield, Art basically gave up the right to distribute the spoils. He only took away the twenty-three Swabian crossbows and all the crossbows.
It's not that Art wants to be a gentleman, it's mainly because he still expects this victorious division to be willing to send troops to fight in the next battle to regain the lost territory.
After being distributed several times, the loot was still piling up. These things became the focus of everyone's grabs. The commanders of more than a dozen armies kept arguing in the holey lord's hall. Everyone was crying and complaining, just for the sake of getting an extra share of the loot.
Matt has already obtained his share, and with the mediation and coordination of the highest-ranked Viscount Yohn, he is unwilling to be exposed to the saliva of the lord officers. He left a few words for the commanders to discuss first, then walked out of the hall and went outside to breathe.
Walking out of the hall, the biting cold wind rushed into Art's neck, and the chill spread all over his body along with his armor. Art shrank and walked towards the bonfire iron frame next to the door, and the guard Ron also followed out.
Matt put his hands close to the flames of the campfire, and the heat spread down his arms and spread throughout his body, barely driving away the cold.
Ron, who was stomping on the spot with the cold, quickly got into the campfire to keep warm.
Matt glanced at the scars on Ron's face, "Ron, are you tired from going out to fight every year?"
Ron was stunned for a moment and rubbed his hands, "Master, you are not tired."
Matt laughed and said, "It's all lies! It's been more than half a year since we've been on the expedition. It's no wonder we're not tired! Yesterday, the ideological and political officer reported to me that the soldiers' mood has become increasingly depressed recently. On the day of the Christian Mass, there were still many drunken soldiers who said they wanted to go back to the valley."
"Everyone else is homesick. Even the lonely officers want to go back to the valley to rest. Don't you miss Ollie?" Art joked.
Ron blushed for a moment and was speechless.
"Well, the Legion Order does not say that you are not allowed to feel homesick. I have missed my wife and son after being out for so long. In a few months, I'm afraid the little guy will be able to speak~ I dreamed of the valley last night. We were sitting by the stream in front of the wooden castle, drinking beer and fishing..."
A rare smile also appeared on Ron's face.
Matt raised his head and immersed himself in it for a while, then slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ron, "Ron, privately tell the officers and soldiers at all levels in the army that after this battle, I want to be granted a title of land, and military merit is the first condition. Let everyone hold their breath for me and strive to win more military merit before I can grant the title."
Before Ron could answer, a figure walked towards Art from the main entrance of the hall.
“Lord Art, the hall is so busy but you run outside to enjoy the night view in the cold wind. It’s not common for an elegant noble like you to be like you.” A joking voice sounded.
At turned around and saw that it was Baron Caitlan who had gained a lot.
Bowed slightly and said, "Lord Caitlan, I am tired of dealing with those lord officers, so I simply asked Viscount Yohn to mediate and mediate. After fighting for a day, I am tired."
Art pointed to the sky, "Lord Caitlan, are you also interested in this night scene?"
"No, no, no, no, I am a vulgar person who cannot appreciate the beauty of God. I want to make a deal with Lord Art~"
At's interest was aroused, "I don't know if I have anything that Lord Caitlan would like. If there is anything, I would be willing to exchange it."
Caitlan waved his hand, "No, no, I don't need Lord Art to exchange anything. I just hope to add something to Lord Art's letter of merit to the palace and the two earls."