Chapter 702 Persuade to Surrender
“Get ready to meet the enemy!”
Hurry orders came from the city wall.
For a moment, everyone felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy. They held their breath and stared at the enemy's position.
Looking at the thousands of troops at the edge of the wheat field, everyone's mind was filled with thoughts about the fierce battle that was about to happen. For most of the recruits who had never been on the battlefield, seeing this posture, it was extremely rare to be able to hold their ground and hold the sword in their hands. If you are calm and confident, and are full of expectations for the upcoming battle, you will definitely be considered a warrior in the eyes of most people.
However, if there are brave men, there must be cowards. Some of the soldiers defending the city had begun to suffer from muscle spasms and stomach discomfort.
In the extremely tense atmosphere, several guys began to vomit non-stop. The situation was already very tense, and when these wolf criminals made such a fuss, the morale of the army had already been shaken~
If the city guarding officers had not rushed up to scold these guys who almost vomited their intestines, and drove them back to their respective fighting positions,
The newly organized defense might have begun to loosen.
In order to avoid being held back by these guys when the two sides fight, Terman ordered that anyone who retreats before the battle and disturbs the morale of the army will be killed immediately by the supervising team as an example.
Under the coercion of this severe military order, everyone had no choice but to hold on to the swords in their hands and wait for the arrival of thousands of troops."
After a while, several cavalrymen from the front of the enemy's camp came on horseback and slowly came towards Sauronburg."
".-Your Majesty, cavalry!" Viscount Rhodes, the leader of the army, pointed at several horses that had already taken dozens of steps, and turned around and shouted to Terman behind him.
After hearing this, Terman immediately stood up from the leather chair in the arrow tower and walked towards the fence.
He raised his eyebrows and saw that the leader of the other party had dark skin and a strong body. Behind him were four or five cavalrymen, all wearing armor and holding swords.
One of them held up the blood-eyed howling wolf heraldic flag and followed closely beside the leader. The steps of these people were steady and their eyes were firm, staring straight at the defenders on Fort Sauron in front of them.
"Lord Earl, who are they~" Rhode couldn't help but ask.
Terman ignored them and glanced at the approaching cavalry, then set his sights on the motionless camp of thousands of troops behind the group. Based on his understanding of the border count who had no aristocratic honor at all, Terman twitched his nose and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm towards the city wall~
"Bah! A group of barbarians from the north have become a thing~"
Terman glanced disdainfully at the thousands of troops behind the cavalry. He whispered to his confidant, Viscount Rhodes, "Let the archers get ready and listen to my orders~"
"Yes, Lord Earl."
Rhodes turned around and quickly walked down the arrow tower, summoning a dozen archers to his side. After whispering a few instructions, the archers dispersed to the crenel, took out a heavy armor-piercing arrow from the quiver on their back, and placed it on the string~
At the foot of the city wall, Odo lightly kicked the horse's belly, raised his whip and gave it a light whip as he got off the horse. The war horse neighed and quickened its pace. The soldiers behind them followed closely and galloped towards Sauron Castle~
In the blink of an eye, the group of people had arrived less than 400 steps away from Sauron Castle.
When he was about to reach the turf filled with traps and pits outside Solonborg, Odo tightened the reins, the war horse neighed lightly, and the horse's hoofs slid out a fresh trace on the grass.
抬眼望了一下前方两百余步处插着一根枯枝的地方，奥多嘴角上扬，对身后的亲兵吩啊道：「沿着枯枝两边直直往前走，听我命令行事！」
「是，奥多大人！」
「走！」
On the city wall not far away, Terman watched the cavalry outside the fort approaching Solonburg, walking step by step towards the trap, and felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.
As long as one of them stumbles and falls into a pothole, the trap he has carefully laid out will be exposed and the lethality will be reduced.
In order to prevent these guys from approaching, Terman ordered the personal guards around him, "Tell Rhodes to shoot arrows as soon as they approach the edge of the trap outside the city!"
"Yes, Your Majesty the Earl." The personal guards turned around and ran towards the city wall quickly.
When Terman turned around and looked at the city wall again, the Burgundian cavalry were less than fifty steps away from the trap hole..—
On the other side, Odo looked warily at the crossbowmen on the city wall who had already set their bows and arrows. His left hand slowly stretched out towards the iron buckler hanging on the saddle, and then he turned back and winked at the guards behind him. Everyone understood and slowly stretched their hands towards the buckler, but their eyes were always on guard against hidden arrows shot from the city wall.
Halmost minds are always right. After all, the Lombards do not possess the so-called aristocratic spirit and knightly honor as the world says. On the contrary, in order to win, they can also put down their face and do whatever it takes.
·The enemy’s army still has thirty steps, archers are ready!”
On the city wall, the leader Viscount Rhodes held the hilt of his sword in his left hand and slowly raised his right hand, always ready to give an order to shoot the Burgundians outside the city.
The enemy cavalry remained unmoved and continued to advance~
“Twenty steps!” Rhodes’ voice came from the city wall again.
Faced with the continuous advance of the enemy cavalry, the crossbowmen held their breath and concentrated their attention. They slowly drew their bow strings and aimed at the cavalry on horseback.
The rest of the soldiers poked their heads out, both frightened and curious about the Burangdians who were approaching the city wall.
They didn't know why these guys ran down to the city wall single-handedly and died in vain, but they admired their courage. On the arrow tower, Terman stood motionless on the edge of the fence, holding the sword in his left hand and holding his chin in his right hand. The war was about to begin, and he planned to teach these guys a lesson for their recklessness to boost the morale of his soldiers.
Looking at the cavalry getting closer and closer to the edge of the trap, Terman's nose trembled slightly and the corners of his mouth slowly raised—
When the horses under the cavalry stepped over the edge of the trap, the voice of Viscount Rhodes, the leader of the cavalry, resounded like thunder over Sauronburg, "Fire arrows!!!"
It was foggy time, and more than ten armor-piercing heavy arrows flew over Sauron Castle almost at the same time, their tail feathers screamed and flew towards the cavalry below the city. "Raise your shields!" When he swooped over, Odo had just finished speaking. He took advantage of the situation and pulled out his long sword and cut off the first arrow that almost penetrated into his left shoulder. He immediately raised his shield and caught the second heavy arrow that flew straight towards his eyebrows. When the soldiers behind Odo reacted, they instinctively raised the shield in their hands to protect their upper body. For a moment, the flying arrow hit the inlaid iron shield and made a "dong dong dong" sound.
The war horse beneath him was frightened and kept mourning, fidgeting with its hooves, and took a few steps back in panic.
When the sound of arrows hitting the shield slowly stopped, Odo poked out half of his head to look at the city wall. The second wave of arrows came as expected, and several people raised their iron round shields to block,
咚～
Dong~
Dong～
Another sound of arrows and shields colliding~
However, this time he was no longer so lucky, and two personal guards were hit by arrows. One person was stabbed in the thigh and bleeding. The other man was hit by an arrow in his waist and abdomen and lay helplessly on his horse.
Odo lowered his body, turned and looked back, and asked: "Is everything okay?
"It's okay!"
Except for two injured, the others were intact.
Looking at the two soldiers who were bleeding continuously, Odo ordered one of them to send an injured soldier back to the rear camp, while he and a few others stayed where they were.
After the second round of arrow rain, the commotion on the city wall quickly subsided.
Looking at the wounded soldiers retreating towards the rear, Odo's eyes were full of anger, he put down his shield and shouted loudly at the city wall: "Everyone inside, listen to me. In the name of Art Wood Wells, son of Wood Wells, the guardian of the southern border of the Burgundy Kingdom, lord of the Province of Wells, count of the frontier of the Burgundy Palace, redeemer of the Lombards, and lord of Wellsburg, I order you to lay down your weapons, open the city gates, and come out of the city to surrender!"
As soon as Otto finished speaking, there was a sparse sound coming from the city wall. The soldiers whispered to each other and talked a lot.
Odo swallowed his saliva, struck while the iron was hot, and continued: "Your lord, the earl, guarantees the honor of his family. Anyone who takes the initiative to lay down their arms and surrender can leave freely. They can also join the Welsh Legion and become a subject under the name of my lord, the Earl."
"Solenberg originally belonged to the inherent territory of the Welsh family. The purpose of marching here is to restore the honor of the family and get back what belongs to you. As long as you don't resist, you can avoid death! "
At this time, the voices on the city wall became louder and louder. Seeing that these Lombard soldiers were being deceived by the people outside the city, their morale was weakened. The leader, Count Terman, immediately spoke and laughed at the people shouting from the city: "Ha! What a family honor!"
This move successfully attracted the attention of the soldiers on the city wall, and everyone looked sideways at Terman.
"You keep saying that you are marching south to Lombardy for family honor, but who in Lombardy doesn't know that Wood Wells believed in pagan doctrines, disobeyed the court, and blasphemed God after returning from the eastern expedition! Is this what you call family honor?"
Terman unveiled the "fig leaf" of the Wells family in front of everyone in a passionate and hoarse voice, and directly poked at the opponent's vital points. Obviously, he knew something about the reputation of the Wells family.
One stone stirs up a thousand waves! The soldiers had different opinions·
—I heard that the Wells father and his son fled to the valley south of Burgundy in order to avoid the pursuit of the court and the trial of the church.
"Oh my God! The heretical doctrine is simply unbelievable. If you ask me, these people should be sent to the stakes."