I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 224 Gradual Fighting
"Bastard!"

Clovis returned to the camp with a grim expression, sat down in front of Berry who was eating jerky, shook his head and said, "That guy named Luke, I don't know what kind of evil magic he cast on his people, that they are so loyal to a bandit."

The knights knew a little about the details of the Duss family, and knew that Luke was originally a wandering knight of unknown identity.

"That's why I said it's a jackal that hides very well."

Berry swallowed the hard jerky and said resentfully, "In that case, prepare to attack the city!"

At dawn the next day, Furman pushed the completed siege engine out of the camp.

The siege engine was actually very rudimentary, without even wheels. It consisted of sharpened oak logs with bark still attached, tied to six short logs, and carried by six strong men, ready to ram the city gate.

"Huss, you take the archers and provide cover!"

Berry's army consisted of riders, archers, and a small number of spearmen, with the rest being serfs carrying pitchforks. Even the wealthy Berry could not provide every soldier with a decent weapon.

Hunter Hus nodded, and led several archers and conscripts to the thick wooden shield, where they began to fire arrows through the gap.

"Clove, Charman, you and your squires, along with my private soldiers, will provide cover for the spearmen with shields, and follow the battering rams. I'm going to take this damned wooden fortress in one fell swoop!"

Luc wanted to drag things out, while Berry wanted a quick victory.

Yesterday he sent men to search the shacks outside the castle, but they found not a single grain of food.

Even the fishpond that was discovered by chance was empty.

"Master, they're here!"

Luke, holding an iris shield, was hiding behind the crenellations while setting up the shield to defend against the archers' harassment.

"Damn, it's so accurate again!"

Luc looked at the arrows that were stuck on his shield. Because of the distance, most of the arrows were erratic and scattered around the castle. The few that did come at him seemed weak and powerless.

Only one or two arrows seemed a bit heavy.

"It seems to be the archers from that night raid."

Luke looked down at the city wall helplessly. The wooden fort he had specially built had indeed blocked the siege ladders, but at this moment he could only watch helplessly as the battering rams approached little by little.

His crossbowmen's range was too short!
"Give me the heavy crossbow!"

Luke fired several arrows with his single-strike bow, but they were all blocked by the shield. So he took the only heavy crossbow with a range of fifty paces and pulled back the string.

With Ryan protecting him, Luke crouched down in front of the battlements, took a deep breath, closed one eye, and focused intently on the peasant soldiers carrying the battering ram.

"Fifty steps!"

Silently calculating the distance, Luke seized the opportunity and suddenly pulled the trigger. A scream came from the flat ground, and the battering ram tilted sharply to the left and forward.

"Damn it! Watch out for their crossbow bolts! Scott, you take over, everyone else cover with shields!"

Knight Clovis gritted his teeth and, along with several other knights, firmly protected the battering ram. They had served the Baron with force and military merit, and now was the time for them to prove their worth.

"Huss, suppress the crossbowmen above!"

Without siege ladders, breaching the city gates became the only way to capture the wooden fortress, but the more this was the case, the more dangerous the process of breaking through the city gates became.

Luc also knew that this distance presented the best opportunity to inflict casualties, so he ordered the four light crossbowmen to switch to two shifts, standing on either side of the city gate, with Hans and Jean protecting them, saying:

"Don't shoot the shield, shoot at their feet!"

The barons all wore Germanic round shields, which only protected their heads and chests, but left their feet completely exposed. Knights had armor, but peasant soldiers did not.

Jean and Hans positioned themselves on either side with their largest Viking shields. When they were within thirty paces, Luke, while harassing them with his single-strike bow, roared:

"put!!"

Two crossbow bolts were fired simultaneously. Their long training had taught them to quickly step back and reload, making way for the other two crossbowmen. "Ahhh, my foot!!" The serf on the right suddenly collapsed to the ground, screaming and clutching his bleeding calf. The triangular arrowhead was even embedded in his bone.

"That despicable crossbowman! Send another guy to take over for him, we're almost at the city gate!"

Four crossbow bolts resulted in one casualty, which pleased Luke greatly. However, before he could rejoice for long, a Ward village crossbowman who was loading an arrow suddenly clutched his neck in pain, blood oozing from between his fingers.

"What the hell!"

Luc watched as the free farmer, with an arrow stuck in his neck, made a gurgling sound, then rolled his eyes and fell off the city wall with a thud.

"Oh no! Evan!!"

A piercing wail echoed from within Knight's Castle. A woman of average appearance rushed out of the huddled crowd like a madwoman and clung tightly to the man.

Luc took the heavy crossbow from Miller, which he had already cocked, aimed it in the direction the arrows were coming from, and fired a powerful shot.
boom!
The trembling arrow shaft sank deep into the wooden shield. The serf who was carrying the arrow, clinging to the shield, screamed and covered his ears, but the blood could not be contained and oozed out of his ear canals. Hus, standing behind him, gasped.

"What kind of heavy crossbow is this?!"

"Master, they've reached the city gate!"

"Throw down the barricades!"

There had always been a row of sharp wooden barricades around the wooden wall, which Luke took the opportunity to bring back into the city.

Upon hearing Luke's order, Hans stepped on the crenellation, roared, and hurled the heavy barricade down the city gate.

boom!
The billowing smoke briefly shrouded the city gate, but when the smoke cleared, only Clovis's gritted teeth remained.

"You cunning fox! Hell, take some men and move the barricades!"

The barricades did not cause them any harm, but their position in front of the city gate did hinder their progress.

He summoned his entourage to lead the peasant soldiers to move the barricades. Luke, on the city wall, drew his bow with a faster rate of fire and shot an arrow that pierced the neck of the bent-over peasant soldier. This farmer, who had been cutting down trees in the village not long ago, didn't even have time to scream before he died on the spot.

Several archers aimed at Luke, but only managed to shoot Miller's shield. However, they took the opportunity to move the barricades.

"Damn it, why are all these people carrying shields?"

Clovis suppressed his frustration. In any case, with only two dead and two wounded, they were already close to the city gate. As long as they could break through it, this damned battle would be nearing its end!

"Heave-ho! Heave-ho!"

Six burly men flexed their muscles, shouted slogans, and grabbed the siege engine, ramming it against the city gate like bell ringers.

"Push harder! Once the city gates are breached, you are allowed to plunder as you please!"

boom! boom! boom!
The deafening roar caused the city gates to tremble slightly, and some people in Knightsburg even began to draw the sign of the cross.

"Sewage! Bring up the sewage!"

Buckets of foul-smelling excrement were carried to the city wall by Ryan. He didn't care about the filth at the moment and poured the excrement down the wooden buckets through the crenellations. "Bastards, here's a surprise for you!"

The scalding hot excrement was poured over the heads of several battering ram soldiers, and their faces, which were not wearing helmets, were instantly covered with the excrement-yellow liquid.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" A sizzling sound rang out instantly as his entire face was scalded with countless blisters. Scalding fecal water continued to flow down his neck and into his torso. The intense pain made him writhe and scream uncontrollably, his hands constantly scratching his face. The scalded and wrinkled skin was scratched into rotten, bloody ridges, like a piece of paper soaked in water.
"This guy is doomed."

The sewage is not only scalding hot, but the filth it carries is enough to cause infection.

Several buckets of manure were poured over the three peasant soldiers, and some of the manure even splashed onto Clovis's face, causing him immediate pain like being pricked with needles.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Seeing that the other side was about to continue pouring manure, Clovis quickly led his troops to retreat.

A good knight knows how to attack and retreat. This bastard Luke is clearly well-prepared. We can't just fight head-on like this. We need to think of a way!

(End of this chapter)