Chapter 74: Medieval Biochemical War

When the singing sounded in the castle, Schwab was completing the last part of his carving, but when the singing drifted into the camp, Schwab was surprised and used the wrong force to cut off one of the little wooden man's arm. He put down the failed work in his hand with self-deprecatingly.

"Sir, no, the songs of the lowlanders came from Haas Berg Castle, and their morale seemed to rise again." Bald Otto rushed into the tent, and the nervous man looked panicked. He knew that Schwab's original plan was to attack the morale of the guardians in the castle, but now their morale has not weakened, but has become more united. How can he seize the castle and make the lowland lords surrender.

"It's incredible that such a thing happened." Schwab did not expect that some of the nobles in the castle would know how to boost morale through singing. The song seemed to be a ballad circulating among the lowlanders. Through the familiar songs, a common psychological connection among the soldiers was found, and through this bond, the people were connected together, and a powerful force was formed. It was unimaginable to defeat such an enemy.

"It's okay, Lord Otto, as long as the food in the castle is exhausted, we will win." Baron Coro came to the tent at some time. He believed that as long as he waited for a while, the enemy would fail due to the food exhaustion.

"It's not that simple. I was careless. I didn't expect that such a strategy would be cracked. Although I also wanted to capture such a castle without bloodshed, I was not afraid of a strong attack. But before that, I would let them understand what it means to overestimate themselves." Schwab picked up a piece of wood again, and he gestured with a knife. Seeing Schwab's appearance, Otto and Baron Coro knew that Schwab had an idea in his mind.

"I don't know what to do this time?" Bald Otto walked out of Schwab's tent with Baron Coro. They walked side by side in the camp. The soldiers patrolling beside him saw the most important officers around the two counts, and quickly lowered their heads to salute them. When they saw the commander, they had to salute. It was Schwab's regulations on the entire army soldiers. In daily life, they usually bowed their heads and bowed their heads, but in war, because they were wearing armor, they could just bow their heads and salute. This was also to strengthen the soldiers' awareness of maintaining and obedience to the authority of officers in the army.

"The Count met an opponent this time, but that's good." Baron Coro was very indifferent. His mission was to obey Schwab's orders. As for the purpose of trying to plot, of course, he would leave it to Schwab.

"What do you mean?" Bald Otto scratched his bare head and asked in confusion.

"The Lord Earl, who was able to go from a fallen little knight to an earl of a county, is now a royal advisor and favored by His Highness, is a story that is rare in the poems of the minstrels."

"Ah, after you say that, our Count is really an amazing person." Bald Otto said with a smile. Following such a great man who may be remembered forever, it is something worthy of pride for the rest of his life. When the old man could no longer wield the battle axe, he could sit on the wooden chair in front of the burning fireplace, burning fireplace, and tell his grandchildren the story of his fighting with Count Stetine.

"But, our adults are so young that they have not encountered powerful enemies. In their future growth, they will make him look down on everything. I have seen many young and excellent knights. I don't want the Count to encounter such a change." Baron Coro shook his head and said to the bald Otto, telling his concerns. Wab is not even thirty years old now, but the merits he has made are impossible for some great nobles over fifty years old.

"No, the Count is very cautious." Bald Otto said firmly.

"Of course, I can't imagine that such a young man was so cautious and calm." After the changes in his early years, Baron Coro traveled around the turbulent society with Liugudi. He had seen many people and things, but Schwab did so many strange things at such age that he had never seen. If he knew Schwab was reborn, then everything would be explained. However, Schwab would not let people know this secret, let alone such an incredible thing in this era, if someone knew it, he would not be tied to a pillar of fire and burned to death as a devil.

Lemondo in Haas Bergburg looked at the lowland soldiers united with gratitude. They changed their low appearance, clasped the weapons in their hands, and turned their hatred eyes back to the Pumenbruce outside the castle, and the will to fight returned to them.

"See what tricks do you have." Lemondo pulled out his sword and pointed at the Schwab camp in the middle of the trench. His eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if he felt the murderous intent from Haas Bergburg. Schwab raised his head from the tent, as if he looked at the castle through the curtain of the tent.

A few days after returning the wounded soldiers in the lowlands, the Pummenbruces had no movement, and even the positions of the Pummenbruces were much calmer. The bustling merchants and jugglers had no idea where they went. This sense of depression that permeated the battlefield made Lemondo and Pedro keenly notice it.

"It seems that the enemy is ready to attack." Pedro looked at the quiet Pummen Bruce position and said to Lemondo beside him.

"Yes, they should be preparing. Seeing that many trees in the forest were cut down, the birds in the jungle flew up and fell more than three times anxiously. It should be that the enemy was making engineering weapons." Lemondo said in the distance.

"Let the knights be ready, we will finally have a fight with the damn Purmen Bruce on the wall." Pedro put on his helmet indifferently and ordered his subordinates.

"Yes, sir." The knights responded with a loud bang, looking forward to tasting the blood of the Pumbrus people.

Schwab was not anxious at this time. In his opinion, this strong castle was just a sheep to be slaughtered. It was easy to take it down, but he did not want his legion to suffer too much. You must know that this legion, which was gradually using it, was the greatest political capital he relied on.

"Sir, these are the things you asked us to collect, but I don't understand why you asked us to find such things." Baron Coro covered his mouth and nose with a clean linen. It was not that he was a noble person, but that the thing in front of him had a great smell.

"Well done, this is the secret weapon to deal with the lowlanders." Schwab also covered his mouth and nose with linen. He looked carefully at the dead cows that were placed in a pit and soaked in various dirty liquids. Molds had grown from these dead cows.

"What is this?" asked Baron Coro.

"The Scythe of the Grim Reaper." Schwab said briefly, which made Baron Coro and others tremble all over in the scorching sun.

"Can this really conquer the castle?" asked the young attendant William curiously. He thought how could he destroy the castle with thick walls with these things alone?

"Let's see, let the savory soldiers wrap these dead beef pieces in linen, remember to prepare brandy, and you must wipe your hands and body after work. Baron Coro, you will supervise them. Others will never be allowed to touch these things. If anyone disobeys the order and deal with the military law," Schwab ordered expressionlessly.

"Yes, Lord Earl." Baron Coro immediately arranged for the soldiers to complete Schwab's orders meticulously.

"What else do you do with this kind of intergenerational thing?" Schwab clapped the dust on his hands, and then the little servant William next to him picked up a kettle, which contained brandy. This high-concentration distilled spirit can effectively kill these bacteria.

In order to prevent the guards in Haas Berg Castle from discovering that Schwab began to plan a tentative attack. The lowlanders in the castle seemed to have also discovered the attack of the Pumbrus people. They quickly entered a defensive state, but what they didn't know was the terrible weapon under this appearance.

"Oh, rush~~~." In the early morning of the next day, a roar sounded from the positions of the Pumbrus people. Countless mercenaries from the trench nearest to the castle carried the ladder and pushed the car to the Haas Berg Castle. After the positions built by the Pumbrus people, several catapults were pushed forward, and the carved round stone shells were placed in the trencher and shot at the castle by catapults. The crossbowmen on both sides desperately shot the deadly arrows in their hands towards the other's positions. In the rain of arrows like locusts, the Pumbrus soldiers holding shields were held, and the guardians who threw stones at the enemies close to the castle. They fought together for survival.

"Push the hot oil pan, here, here." The lowland knights saw the Pumbrus people gathered at the gate of the city, and quickly waved their swords toward the tower, burning hot oil pan. Under the burning of the flames, the hot oil inside was already bubbled and steaming. Under the command of the knights, several soldiers carried the pumbrella to the walls of the city gate. They seized the opportunity to pour the boiling oil down. When the hot oil was poured on the head of the Pumbrus soldiers who attacked the gate of the city, the soldiers were scalded and howled violently, and the iron helmets and armor could not help them at all.

"Good job, keep going, boys." Seeing the killed Pumenbruce, Pedro praised the inner knight loudly. At this time, the Pumenbruce ladder had already set up the city wall. Some brave mercenaries had already put their shields on their heads and charged up desperately. The low-level soldiers also used crossbows and spears to deal with these mercenaries on the city wall. At this critical moment, the knights in Haas Berg Castle burst out with huge combat power. They wore closed helmets and chain armor, and were wearing blouses with family badges outside the chain armor. They skillfully stabbed the mercenaries who attacked the wall with swords to death, and then used shields to push the enemy's corpses off the wall. With these powerful knights guarding the various defensive points of the castle wall, the Pumenbruce mercenaries were quickly forced to retreat even if they attacked the wall.

"Woo~~~." After the siege lasted for several hours, the horn of retreat sounded in the position of Purmenbruce. The Purmenbruce, who had just attacked desperately, turned around and left the castle like a retreating tide. The guards in Haas Bergburg looked at the retreating enemies sweating profusely, and the swords of Pedro and Lemondo were stained with the blood of several enemies.

"Is this retreat? I'm really not satisfied with fighting." When it comes to using strategies, Pedro may not be able to do it, but he is very brave when fighting. He often sees the lord roaring and swinging swords at the most intense part of the battle. He wipes the body of a fallen Purmen Bruce beside him, and then puts the sword into his scabbard.

"They are testing." Lemondo was keenly aware that Schwab's offense did not do his best. He continued, "maybe he wanted to test our defense strength and shooting angle and immediately let the Cavaliers adjust their defense line."

"Okay, I'll do it now." Pedro wiped the sweat from his face, mixed with the enemy's blood.

"Shwab, what the hell are you doing?" Lemondo looked at the direction of the retreat of the Pumbrus.

To the surprise of the lowlanders, in the following days, the Pummenbruces remained motionless and were as if they had forgotten what they were here to do. This method of siege with a siege made the people in Haas Bergburger particularly unaccustomed, so there were bold inner-domestic knights mocking the Pummenbruces' cowardice in their loud voice.

"Why don't the damn Pumenbruces come to attack? Are you not going to conquer us under the guidance of the shit count raised by the bitch? What are you doing now? Are you asleep? Get up and fight, or go back to your stinking pigpen, haha." The ridiculous voice of the Knight caused a burst of laughter among his companions, who surrounded the bonfire on the walls and made fun of the cowardly Pumenbruces.

"Sir, let me lead people to capture the castle." The angry bald Otto twisted his battle axe and rushed into Schwab's tent. He could not stand the ridicule of the lowlanders and wanted to ask Schwab to attack the castle.

"Ha, my good Otto, what are you angry about? It's not worth getting angry for those dead words." Schwab smiled and asked the young attendant William to pour a glass of wine for Otto and comforted him.

"But sir, those guys are insulting you."

"Hmph, let them scold me, and soon the God of Death will start to harvest their lowly lives."
Chapter completed!