Hans's intuition was correct. Just as the Wells Army was good at, the Lombards who suffered a bloody blow at Nanguan Army Castle resorted to conspiracy.
But unlike the "poor" Welsh Legion, Lombardy is a truly wealthy place, so their conspiracy can shine in the sun.
More than a hundred steps outside Nanguan Army Fort, on the flat bank next to the rapid river, five large iron boxes containing gold and silver coins were lined up.
The Lombards were shameless enough. They couldn't attack for a long time, so they actually sent people to carry out the gold and silver, and shouted loudly to surrender from a hundred paces away.
"Brothers from Burgundy on the wall, you are guarding this cold place in the mountains to bleed to death for that bastard Earl of Wales, but how many copper coins can you earn throughout the year? If you work hard with that guy, you will never get ahead in your life."
The speaker was a fat man with big ears and carrying a belt, trying hard to keep the fat on his belly from falling off. To be so fat, he must be at least a high-ranking official in the Lombard army.
The fat man with his big head and big ears bent down hard, and grabbed a few large silver coins in his hands that were almost too swollen to recognize their shapes. He raised his hand to shoulder height, then let go and let the shiny silver coins fall into the iron box again, making a pleasant crisp sound, "Guys, there are gold and silver coins worth half a million pfennigs here. As long as you put down your weapons and open the door, these treasures will be yours."
Facing such a huge temptation, it would be absolutely false to say that the defenders were unmoved at all. The soldiers of the Welsh Army were still calm and composed. After all, they enjoyed generous military pay and had seen grand scenes filled with gold and silver.
But those standing peasant soldiers who followed the deputy commander of the reserve regiment to Nanguan to assist in the defense were a little unable to bear it. However, the sharp blades drawn out by the inspectors at any time and the sharp eyes of the officers made them swallow their saliva.
The soldiers who were angered wanted to rush out of the wall, kill all the Lombards, and then rob all the large iron boxes filled with gold and silver.
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Hans pulled out the long sword from his waist and pointed it directly outside the wall, "Guys, we are eager for money, but we disdain the charity of the Lombard dogs. When we defeat these Lombard dogs, we will have a warehouse full of gold and silver waiting for the guys to take it for themselves."
Roger, the deputy commander of the reserve regiment who was accompanying Hans, glanced at the unsatisfactory peasants and soldiers beside him, and then pulled out the broad sword at his waist, "Listen to me, if that bastard dares to look at those things again, I will gouge out his eyes immediately! Those unsatisfactory things who have the ability to kill all the Lombard dogs for me, and then rob them of their belongings, are our spoils!"
Roger's coercion and inducement were more effective. Although there were always one or two guys who secretly glanced over there from time to time, everyone finally took it back.
At this time, the commanding adjutant Burry, who was off duty at Nanguan Army Fort, came up. He heard that the Lombards were trying to buy the pass with money, so he specially called a group of soldiers to come with a "return gift".
"Hans, since the Lombard dogs have brought us gold and silver, let us also give them a generous gift."
After saying this, Bury waved to the soldiers who were operating the trebuchet behind the wall, "The target is due south, one hundred and twenty steps."
The commander of the hurlers nodded towards the wall, and cheesily directed a few soldiers to put six newly sealed clay pots into the trebuchet pockets.
In a moment, with the sound of several hammers hitting the locks, the six clay pots were thrown high into the sky and flew towards the Lombards who were trying to persuade them to surrender outside Nanguan in a famous arc.
The Lombards did not panic when they saw a sudden enemy projectile. They saw a dozen soldiers carrying giant shields and immediately rushed to the iron box, using their giant shields to protect the gold, silver and the fat man standing next to the iron box.
Let alone a clay pot, even a stone cannot easily break the Lombards' giant shield.
However, at the moment when the clay pot hit the giant shield and exploded, the viscous juice that was still warm splashed everywhere, and a lump of yellow goo hit the fat man's forehead.
His forehead suddenly felt warm. He raised his hand and wiped it curiously, then took a closer look, brought it to his nose and sniffed...
"Bastard!!"
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Looking at the Lombards who were being smashed with excrement and excrement, the defenders on the Nanguan Fort could not stand upright with laughter.
It wasn't until the fat-headed and big-eared servant was helped back to the rear camp by the servants who were vomiting while walking, that Hans patted Bury on the shoulder and laughed and cursed: "Bury, you bastard, I'm afraid your return gift will make the enemy's next attack several times more violent."
Hans ordered the messenger beside him: "Immediately send a message to Commander Colin in the rear. The Lombards are about to launch the fourth round of attack. We need the support of Colin's company at any time."
The messenger hurriedly jumped off the wall after receiving the order and ran towards the temporary camp of the first soldier company of the 1st Wells Division behind the South Pass.
"Send the order and prepare for the enemy's fourth round of attack."
Go and take the second echelon who are resting in rotation to the back of Guanqiang to prepare for the battle, and some will fight in a while. should be taken to the rear of the Nanguan Army Fort, in the lake area.
Since Baron Odo, the deputy commander of the Welsh Army, personally led the soldiers south, life here seems to have returned to normal.
The capable soldiers of the Welsh Legion brought a great sense of calm to the people of Lakeland. Since the arrival of the soldiers, the originally closed village gates were opened, and the farmers who had been hiding at home due to the war picked up their farm tools and returned to the wheat fields to tend their crops.
Other than the reserve regiment peasant soldiers who patrolled day and night in and around the basin and the military speed horses running back and forth between the Nanguan Army Fort and the lake area, there was not much difference from before the war.
At the garrison camp in Lakeland, Odo pulled on his breastplate so that the cold air could flow into the stuffy armor to get some coolness.
Since Aodu was in the army, it had become a habit to keep his clothes on during wartime, even though the southern mainland heat in July was unbearable.
"Report to Lord Odo, report from Nanguan." Obote stepped into Odo's barracks holding a piece of military information that had just been sent.
"Read!" Odo was leaning down and staring at the map of Lombardy in front of the table.
Obot unfolded the papyrus and said loudly: "An urgent report from the South Pass. This morning, the Lombard army tried to buy the pass with heavy money, but our army threw dung water to drive it away. The enemy army started the fourth round of strong attack in the afternoon. The enemy dispatched fifteen sorties of trebuchets, battering rams and siege ladders, more than 100 infantrymen and fifty crossbowmen. After a fierce battle for half a day, the array killed 20 enemy troops and the enemy retreated. The Nanguan Pass is temporarily safe..."
"Today's battle, the enemy used a large number of kerosene cans. It is estimated that more than a hundred cans of kerosene were thrown into Nanguan. The defenders suffered heavy losses. Twelve people were killed and fifteen wounded. The defender commander Hans and the deputy commander of the reserve regiment Roger were burned by kerosene. They are not in danger for the time being. They will be sent back to the camp after first aid."
"Nanguan has been garrisoned by Colin's company. , the text is finished."
Odo frowned when he heard that the battle damage was relatively large, "The Lombards were forced into a panic and actually used hundreds of cans of kerosene to attack the city."
"Obot, you immediately organize a reserve regiment of peasant soldiers to rush to Nanguan to carry the injured soldiers back to the lake for treatment. The wounds burned by kerosene cannot be delayed."
Odo threw the hardwood charcoal stick in his hand on the map, "In addition, send another hundred cans of fire oil to Nanguan and ask Colin to call them all out next time he defends the enemy. The Lombards like to play with fire, so let them play as much as they can."
"By the way, Benson hasn't sent anyone back today to send a message. You send a few teams of sentries to take a look around, but don't let the Lombards sneak into the rear through the path."
"Yes!"