"I understand. Lord." Robin Hood lowered his head deeply, then turned around, his face full of murderous intent.

"Oh? What's wrong? Are you going to shoot arrows here?" Seeing Robin Hood not moving forward any further, Charlie, the Duke of Burgundy next to Egil, was a little surprised. It turned out that although Egil was outside the range of crossbow arrows, several monarchs were more afraid of death. Their current position should be about 420 meters away from the Marseille wall. This distance has greatly exceeded the effective range of ordinary longbows. Looking at the guy on the top of the city, he was wearing either heavy chain armor or composite chain armor. If the strength of the bow and arrow is small, he will definitely not be able to shoot.

"Don't worry. Viscount Robin Hood is very responsible for his work." Egil chuckled, but he was very confident in his subordinate.

However, Robin Hood did this because he understood the orders of his lord. He knew that his lord actually wanted to choose a target to represent the Norman Kingdom and establish his authority in front of several other lords. Since this was the case, Robin Hood deliberately did not move forward and walked to the predetermined effective range. Instead, he stopped in place and took off his longbow from his back. Then he took out two bowstrings from his pocket and quickly turned them on. He tried the elasticity and feel. He aimed for it for a while and then became calculating.

"Can such a bow be pulled open?" Robin Hood's approach also made Philip, the French king next to him, feel strange. He also asked.

"Look at this point carefully." Egil still answered.

So, Robin Hood carefully took out a long arrow made of stainless steel from his arrow bag, and gestured for a while. Then, in order to prevent the bowstring from cutting his fingers, he changed into a characteristic lightweight, leather glove. This glove will only protect the bottom part of the finger and lug out the two pieces of fingers above. Therefore, it does not have much impact on accuracy.

"Please see." Robin Hood confidently raised the longbow in his hand, and then the bow opened like a full moon and an arrow shot like a meteor. When everyone looked over, they saw that the head of Marseille, the body of the Honá, who was originally generous, shook twice, and then stepped on the air and fell from the head of Marseille. Life and death were unknown.

Seeing Robin Hood shooting so sharply, the other monarchs were stunned for a moment. Aquitaine's Edward also had a small number of longbow soldiers serving. He himself was also an excellent longbow general. Youdao was an outsider watching the excitement, while an insider watching the tricks. Philip and Charles only exclaimed a few words, but Edward was solemn.

"I have a heartless request, Viscount Robin Hood, can you show me your longbow?" Edward asked.

Robin Hood turned around and saw Egil nodding slightly, then put his longbow on both hands.

"The bow is one meter two long and equipped with multiple hooks... and can hang up to five bow strings, the material... It seems that purple shirt wood is not as tough as this. This bow string is... what kind of silk is this? I have never seen it before..." Edward looked left and right but still couldn't understand. In the end, he had to return the long bow to Robin Hood unwillingly. So far, he never looked at the battlefield again. His eyes were rolling around, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After performing a bow and arrow, Robin Hood also went forward to command the long bowman.

At this moment, at 200 meters, the longbowmen had already entered the effective range. Then the grand occasion of arrow rains appeared again, because all the members were equipped with the leather gloves mentioned earlier (the rings mentioned before seemed wrong. Because the way of drawing the bows was different, the longbowmen used not to draw the bows, but to draw the thumbs + index fingers and middle fingers), so the longbows could shoot continuously and form a denser net of arrows than before. In fact, this kind of attack covering xing is not a big deal in addition to killing the enemy, and the greater effect of this kind of attack is shock and suppression. The accuracy requirements are not very high. Just aim a little, it is almost the same - anyway, the current era emphasizes dense formations and cluster charges. You are not afraid of shooting.

In this way, the defenders gathered at the head of Marseille were baptized by a rain of arrows. The Italian militia wearing iron helmets and chain armor were slightly better. Because the terrain was higher and there was a defense of the sway.

Therefore, not many people were shot and killed. Most of the injuries were not fatal.

However, the armed citizens of Marseille were in trouble. They were shot and killed countless times by the continuous rain of longbows and arrows. However, this is still not the point. The most important thing is the destruction of the morale of these citizens. Most of these people have been on the battlefield for the first time. I have never seen such dense rain of arrows before.

Speaking of which, humans always have a little intensive phobia, especially when these dense things can kill people.

"Squat down! Use your shield to protect your head!!"

Although there were some noble officers of Renaya during this period who wanted to command these guys to make effective defense actions. However, it was useless. Looking at the corpses, blood, the rain of arrows and the French soldiers roaring over, it was already a rare thing for these citizens to faint. Some of the guys who followed the orders of Renaya and squatted down to protect their heads were knocked down by their comrades, and then dozens or hundreds of people stepped on them. They died like this.

In this way, under the cover of Norman Longbowmen, the Frenchman successfully arrived under the city wall and erected a temporary ladder. Then he used a shield to protect his head and began to climb.

"Damn it! Resist quickly, resist quickly!!" The noble officers of the Renaya were anxious. They drew their swords and killed many French defeated soldiers. Only then did the situation stabilize. However, the French army climbed up the three-meter-high city wall without long. The battle was like this, and the stalemate began to break out at the end of the city.

"Damn it, if there weren't these hindrance bastards, they might have been able to defend for a longer time!" Some Renaya noble officers thought in such anger.

However, after the initial panic, the armed citizens of Marseille calmed down a little and fought with the French soldiers who were compatriots in the office.

At this point, there were shouts of killing on the top of the city wall.

The two armies, which were mostly French, were fighting fiercely.

Egil looked at it for a while and felt annoyed.

Such a war is innovative, creative, and suspenseless. Although it is pleasing to watch the French fight themselves, it is pleasing to the eye. But when I think about it, I actually have a confidante who is a genuine Frenchman. Egil frowned and then snapped his fingers. Nemulis, the spy manager who was not clear about the mountains and waters next to him, understood it and immediately stepped forward and put his ears in. Listening to the orders of his own master, he immediately nodded and said yes. Then, a strange sound of horns came out of the coalition camp.

After hearing the sound of horns, at the gate of the west side of the Marseille pit, more than a dozen guys who looked similar to ordinary Marseille citizens looked at each other. Then he quickly ran to the predetermined weapon hiding place, threw down the wooden shield spear in his hand, pulled out the short sword and dagger that had been hidden for a long time, and rushed towards the defenders of Renaya at the gate.

"Who are you?! What are you going to do?!" The noble officer of the Renaya guarding the city gate asked in French with an accent, but answered him with a hideous gaze and the sharp short swords in the hands of the assassins.

In the close-range battle, these light-armed assassins with one sword and one dagger were like fish in this small-scale melee, killing all the Hot Noahs who were comparable to their own, and the Marseille citizens who were several times more than their own. Then they quickly opened the city gate.

Immediately afterwards, an assassin took out a whistle from his arms, and with a strong blow, the sharp sound of breaking through the air immediately spread far away. The Norman army on the west side who received the news quickly sent the fastest professional Hussars to charge towards the city gate. The Norman army followed closely behind.

"Damn it! jiān!!!"

However, the defenders of Marseille came faster than the Normans. Seeing that their city gate suddenly failed, the Norman Cavalry opposite was about to rush over. Both the Renoyas and the Marseille were anxious. Hundreds of soldiers even jumped off the city wall (three meters high, no one could die from falling), and rushed towards the dozen or so assassins.

Seeing so many enemies, the assassins did not retreat but advanced, waved their weapons and used a series of incredible combat skills. They persisted for thirteen seconds with their extremely agile and extremely ruthless movements.

Thirteen seconds, fifteen people against one thousand people. In the narrow city gate, the assassins were wiped out.

However, this is enough.

The Hussars in the front row grinned, leaped on their horses, jumped into the crowd, and directly crushed a large number of defenders. Then they waved the scimitar in their hands to harvest their lives.

The city gate changed hands. Marseille was about to lose...

At this moment, at the north wall, Nemujius appeared next to Egil again.

"Successfully." The spy director reported in such a simple and clear manner.

Jill agreed casually. At the same time, he looked at the Frenchman fighting each other on the side of the city wall that was still fighting hard, and felt the urge to laugh.

The battlefield assassin is really a very useful military service.

Egil shook his whip, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Where is Your Majesty? The battle is not over yet!" Later, King Philip II of France spoke to stop him.

"No! It's over! Let's go back and celebrate!" Egil finally couldn't help laughing when he said this. At the same time, Philip II clearly saw a mess on the city, vaguely mixed with: "The city is broken! Go run away quickly!" Such a shout...
Chapter completed!