Chapter 45, the first tentative attack

"Attack."

 

At Rutgers' command, thousands of Jackals launched an attack.

 

The chaotic formation pulled the attack width of several kilometers, and ran towards the castle in a mighty manner.

 

At the top of the castle, Velin stood with his sword and calmly looked at the Jackal attacking below.

 

Twenty three-bow bed crossbows were placed on the inner city wall, which were already ready, and the personnel were also in place, waiting for the order of the lord.

 

Velin raised his right hand and calculated the distance. When the Jackal forward was only 600 meters away from the outer city wall, he put down his hand decisively.

 

Twenty strong soldiers with wooden hammers slammed the trigger, and twenty iron arrows flew out with a whoosh.

 

"Ow woo -"

 

A few tall jackals were pierced by iron arrows, and their strength did not decrease. Only after piercing several jackals in a row did they stop.

 

Rutgers looked expressionlessly at the twelve blood-red roads in the offensive team, unsure of what was in his mind.

 

The smell of blood permeated the battlefield, stimulating the source of the jackal's violent bloodline, losing the last reason, regardless of everything, to speed up the attack.

 

Baird, who was standing on the outer city wall, saw this and ordered loudly, "Set up a shield."

 

More than 200 soldiers heard the order and set up wooden shields wrapped in iron sheets, clutching their spears, ready to meet the first wave of attack.

 

The three-bow crossbow on the inner city wall kept firing, causing casualties to the jackals who were attacking.

 

Arriving at the edge of the city wall, some of the jackals threw stones in their hands, and the other jackals began to climb the city wall with their sharp claws, preparing to climb over the six-meter-high outer city wall.

 

The stone hit the wooden shield with a bang. From time to time, chains and shackles were thrown up the city wall, smashing the soldiers supporting the wooden shield into the air.

 

Baird was also very helpless about this.

 

Some of the soldiers were serfs and freemen who had just been conscripted. Although they had been training for a period of time, they had not successfully practiced the Warrior Awakening Method. If they became warriors, their combat ability would definitely not be as solid as a rock as a real warrior.

 

Seeing that some of the jackals had climbed halfway, Baird immediately ordered loudly, "Throw a stone."

 

The warrior hiding behind the shield hugged the boulder and came to the city wall, smashing down the stone weighing hundreds of catties.

 

Many Jackals were hit by stones and fell down the city walls, wailing in pain.

 

The battle continued from noon to afternoon. Seeing that it was dark, Rutgers ordered his men to issue a retreat order.

 

"Ow -"

 

The attacking jackals stopped and dragged the corpses of their companions away like a tide.

 

Seeing the other party retreat, the soldiers defending the outer city wall sat on the ground, panting heavily and wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

 

Baird swung the blood on the knight's longsword, put it back into the scabbard, counted the casualties, and reported the defense situation later.

 

More than 600 of the surviving jackals dragged the corpses of their companions back to the camp, and the long-awaited jackal chef took the corpses and started cooking.

 

Along the way, they all used the Goblins and Kobold slaves as food. From time to time, they encountered a Goblin tribe and looted them to expand their food reserves.

 

At the border of the human territory, the Kobolds and the Goblins had already eaten up. They thought they could capture a piece of human territory as quickly as possible to solve the food problem.

 

He didn't expect this to happen. In addition, the surrounding area was bare, and he couldn't even eat the bark. He could only use the corpses of his compatriots to satisfy his hunger.

 

"Commander, food."

 

A tall jackal respectfully handed a roast wolf leg to Rutgers.

 

"Thank you." Rutgers looked at the roasted wolf legs in front of him in disgust and said expressionlessly.

 

"Thank you, Commander."

 

When the jackal heard this, he took the roast wolf leg and left the place happily.

 

Rutgers looked at the other jackals who were feeding on their own kind and behaving happily, with contempt in his eyes. Although he did not regard these beasts as his own kind.

 

"Judging from the situation in the afternoon, the humans used a long-range crossbow. I don't know if it was large-scale equipment or the unique technology of this human nobleman."

 

"Relying on ordinary werewolves, we will definitely not be able to capture this human castle. We must let those small clan chiefs play."

 

Tomorrow, Rutgers was preparing for a trial. If he couldn't take down the castle in one go, he would bypass here and continue eastward.

 

He came here with a reconnaissance mission, and there was no need to fight with humans.

 

Moreover, even if he was cut off by the other party when he returned, he only needed to abandon these idiots and lead his confidants to leave.

 

He still didn't believe that humans could completely block all the passages leading to the restoration of the gray light.

 

In the castle, Velin inspected while listening to Baird's report.

 

"Lord, in the defensive battle this afternoon, we consumed a total of 160 iron arrows, one-fifth of the stone reserves, and 86 casualties, of which 23 were killed, most of them died in the battle with the Jackal."

 

"In addition, we took advantage of the dark night to go out of the city to harvest the heads of the jackals, and obtained 167 ordinary heads and 57 bronze-level heads. The other corpses were taken back by the other party. According to incomplete statistics, more than 400 jackals were killed and injured in this battle."

 

Velin stopped and said in a deep voice, "Today may be the other party's temptation, tomorrow is the key, let all the knights be prepared, tomorrow the silver-level werewolves may play."

 

"In addition, marinating the head of the Jackal with lime, this hard-won military merit should be stored well. It's good to be promoted to a title and sold to other nobles."

 

"I know."

 

After Baird left, Verrin turned around and returned to his room.

 

Sitting in his chair, Velin closed his mind and recollected what he had observed during the day.

 

"The leading werewolf has a certain level of wisdom. Whether it is detouring the village, avoiding unknown dangers, or attacking with cannon fodder, it can be regarded as a certain level."

 

This did not conform to Velin's stereotype of the Jackal being violent and brainless.

 

"I wish the other party had no brains." Verlin covered his head and said helplessly.

 

In order to prevent the Jackal from sneaking attack in the dark, the entire castle was brightly lit, and all the soldiers kept their weapons and rested on the city wall with blankets. On the one hand, it was convenient to change the guard, and on the other hand, it was convenient to join the battle at any time.

 

Baird, the general manager of the Lake of Praying Stars, inspects the outer city walls every two hours to ensure that nothing goes wrong.