Hundreds of people squatted outside the wall of the manor. The remaining nobles of Hanfeng City pulled out all the manpower they could still mobilize and devoted themselves to the current battle.

It was still very exciting to easily take down the wall. In order to continue to boost morale, more than a dozen military nobles took the lead, raised their tall tower shields, grabbed heavy weapons such as flails, and encouraged their momentum to rush over and break the defense of the manor's main fort.

The nobles followed more than a hundred servants and slaves, a small number of them clutched swords, and most of them held some firewood they picked up, intending to attack fire. The second daughter of the Duluckin family blessed some people with the "wild power" to enhance their strength and courage.

More than a dozen tower shields form a shield wall, which line up front and back to improve defense. When the shield wall pours in from the main entrance of the manor, a thick crossbow arrow immediately shot from the attic of the main fort thirty or forty meters away.

A noble warrior held up his shield, his whole body strength gathered, and his body even lit up a light to strengthen his defense. However, when facing the crossbow arrow shot down, the shield he raised broke with a sound.

A miracle is done!

The light of defense seemed to play a point, but obviously the effect was not big enough. The crossbow arrow penetrated his abdomen, smashed the spleen and kidneys, and nailed him to the ground. The hit body was like a broken bag, with blood flowing out.

The noble warrior couldn't believe that he had become the first casualty. He looked down at the crossbow arrow that penetrated his body and tried to pull it out. However, the crossbow arrow was as thick as a man's arm and did not move at all. Then he thought of asking for help

But the other nobles holding shields quickly left or detoured and continued to rush forward. Everyone felt that such a ruthless heavy crossbow must have a slow firing rate and limited shooting range. Since one has been fired, it will be safe to rush forward.

This is indeed the case. The two of them had to work together to skew the metal crossbow in the attic, and they could not shoot at close range. However, the noble warriors who were standing in front were soon shot by more intense light crossbows.

The few nobles in the front row were all strong people, holding iron tower shields and rushing as fast as possible. However, as soon as they emerged, the crossbow arrows in the direction of the main castle never stopped. They could feel the continuous impact from their shield-holding arms.

The iron arrows can even penetrate the tower shield, making a "Doduo" sound, and pierce from the other side. This force is really amazing, and the nobles scold them one after another.

"These untouchables are using despicable crossbows."

"We must kill them all, and they will never dare to touch the crossbow again."

"Damn, where did they get so many crossbows? They have very strong power."

Holding the heavy tower shield, the noble warriors also advanced very quickly. But it was a little troublesome to hold on to the crossbow arrow. It was just a distance of thirty or forty meters, and it seemed that they could run over in one breath. However, the arrow was extremely heavy, and soon the crossbow arrow penetrated the tower shield, causing casualties.

A shield-holder's arm was pierced by an arrow, and the muscles and tendons of his arm were cut off, and blood was flowing. He screamed and stopped, and the tower shield in his hand could only barely support it on the ground. The others moved forward and a gap appeared in the shield wall.

"Shoot in through that gap." The officer of the operation team stared at the opportunity exposed at a glance in the third floor attic. If it were normal, he would have to ask the messenger to shout, and the opportunity would be missed if it was fleeting, but now he only needs to inform the "Holy Light".

Sophia was like a battlefield radio, quickly and accurately gathered the shooters on the first and second floors of the main castle and shot at the gap exposed by the enemy. During the breathing, seven or eight crossbow arrows shot in. The distance was so close that there was no inaccurate shooting.

The light crossbow produced in the forging site of Harmony Village is the standard configuration for personal guard infantry, and each person has one. The forged metal crossbow arms can be light and tough and have excellent elasticity.

When a soldier has enough power, he can step on the string, and if he loses power, he can use a ratchet to wind the string. The power of this weapon is twice as powerful as ordinary goods made by hand-made wooden. The iron arrows it fires can penetrate general heavy armor at close range.

If you want to defend it, you either use arcane defense or magic armor. In short, these are not something that the poor people in the North can popularize.

There was just such a gap, and several screams sounded when the crossbow arrow shot in. The shield wall could not be maintained, and several noble warriors fell down again, and the gap became larger and larger.

After all, the nobles and men still have tower shields. As long as they are not killed on the spot, they can temporarily withstand retreat when injured. However, the servants and serf soldiers who followed behind were similar to naked bodies. Another wave of crossbow arrows shot over and fell down like a sickle harvest.

The person in front died, and the servants and soldiers behind were still pushing. But no matter how hard they pushed, they could not resist the blood of the powerful crossbow arrows that kept shooting out, screaming and howling, and the scene was in chaos.

A white-haired old nobleman stood outside the wall and shouted and commanded, cutting down the heads of several running soldiers in one breath. His round heads rolled on the ground, and the headless corpse pounced on him and spitted blood. The soldiers could only turn their direction to cover the noble master who had not yet retreated.

But at this time, the metal heavy crossbow in the attic was sterned again, aiming at the white-haired old nobleman. The thick crossbow arrow shot towards him and hit the opponent's chest.

An invisible position blocked the attack of the heavy crossbow, but the powerful force knocked the white-haired old noble to the ground. The servant dragged him behind the wall with all his strength, and he touched the broken ancestral amulet on his chest and was stunned.

"Where did these untouchables have such strong heavy crossbows?" The old nobleman leaned against the wall and gasped in horror. In front of him, the noble warriors and a large number of attendants were retreating. They were still full of confidence just now, but now they were running away with their heads in their arms.

The noble warrior who was standing in front hung one, and five were injured and hung a lottery. Nearly half of the casualties were killed, and the remaining men would no longer dare to rush against heavy crossbows like this. After retreating, they shot at each other through the wall.

"What are these idiots doing?" Johnson Doluckin, who is in charge of the organization behind the scenes, was very angry in the shadows. "They failed to rush and actually shot against a fortress? Do they feel they have a lot of time to waste?"

Little did they know that the nobles behind the wall were also complaining. They were obviously crowded and powerful, and the number was more than ten times that of the untouchables in the main castle. They originally wanted to rely on more people to suppress the untouchables and create opportunities for the servants to take the tower shield to rush again.

But the arrows shot out from the fortress were endless, and I didn't know who suppressed whom? Anyway, after shooting against each other, the nobles did not dare to appear on the wall at will.

"How many arrows are there in the untouchables inside? Are they finished?" The old white-haired nobleman did not dare to stand out carelessly without a talisman. Four or five corpses were upside down in front of him, all of whom were shooting at the attendants and slaves who were shot.

Normal people have limited ability to carry, at most a pot of arrows, most of which are ten to twelve. Even if everyone takes arrows, they can only carry arrows. But now they have been shooting for more than ten rounds and have not stopped.

In the main castle, the box of crossbow arrows was opened. The crossbow arrows had no tail feathers and were only equipped with iron arrows. This thing did not take up space, and a small box could hold five hundred pieces. The heavy-duty carriage of the Fifth Operations Team easily transported five or six boxes.

Two or three thousand crossbow arrows have been enough to shoot for a long time.

The old nobleman outside the wall pulled a crossbow arrow from his body, looked at the forged iron arrow, and then looked at the straight and symmetrical arrow shaft. He shook his head and said in confusion: "Where are these untouchables shooting crossbow arrows? They shot money!
Chapter completed!