Roger turned his attention to the enemy camp again, and he saw the camp gate of the Knights of Santiago open.

He saw the leader in black robe running out first.

Following the leader is the Knights of Santiago in white robes.

Roger looked at the knights who had given his troops a heavy blow. He counted and there were still thirteen horses left.

Afterwards, a group of swordsmen wearing iron helmets and inlaid with iron armor walked out.

They held swords in one hand and shields shorter than zither-shaped shields in the other hand, close to triangles.

Roger looked familiar with the shield of this shape.

He saw the swordsmen's shields with various insignias painted on them.

He remembered that in later generations, many team emblems were of this kind of shield shape.

He thought that it seemed that these swordsmen were knights who came from all over the world to participate in the Resurrection Movement, but they seemed too poor to afford a horse.

Roger counted the flags, and such dismounted cavalry teams totaled 4 teams.

Then he saw dense spearmen rushing out in a row.

These spearmen wore iron helmets, leather armor, and long wooden shields.

Their team lasted for a while.

Roger counted the flags, and they were ten teams of spearmen.

He thought, obviously this was the opponent's main force.

There were soldiers coming out in the camp, and they were a group of archers.

Roger saw that these archers' bows were not big, but were just hunting bows suitable for hunting, so he probably bullied light troops who lacked armor protection.

Moreover, these archers had no armor at all, and they were just ordinary cloth robes.

They had daggers stuck in their waists.

Roger thought, that thing could only be used for food, can it be fought?

He felt that if the fully armed Normans like him rushed into the archers' team and fought with them, two or three people would probably defeat them.

Such archers came out with six teams.

Then the camp gate was empty and there seemed to be no troops behind.

Roger was a little puzzled why they weren't closing the door.

After waiting for a while, Roger saw that there were finally a follow-up troops coming out.

It was a group of civilians who pushed out a shelf-like thing, and then another one, a total of four.

Roger's eyes were straightened, he recognized what it was.

Those were four catapults.

Roger had a headache.

He now understood why the great leader of the Knights of Santiago refused the cavalry raid, but insisted on advancing with the infantry and baggage chariots, insisting on attacking Toledo head-on.

Because he had a catapult.

Roger looked at the four catapults carefully. They were made of wooden structures, a huge lever, with a wooden basket on the top at the long end, which could carry stones, and a dozen ropes tied to the short end.

Roger knew that when the order was issued, more than a dozen people pulled the rope at the same time and could use the leverage principle to throw out the stones in the wooden basket.

This thing is the ancient god of war.

The reason why Roger dared to fight even though he knew that the Knights of Santiago were attacking was that his reliance was the walls of Toledo.

The walls of Toledo are very high and are built on a hill. Although there is no moat to the north, they are enough to look down on the invading enemy.

Roger also has enough manpower to defend the city walls.

Although his 10 teams of black finger recruits were somewhat powerful in combat, they just stood on the city wall and threw stones, rolled wood, and had the strength.

Slaves can do things well. Under the command of veterans, these new recruits can definitely make the enemy who ants cover the city suffer heavy casualties.

But now everything has changed because of the catapult.

This guy is specializing in demolishing walls.

Roger was panicked, his heart was beating faster and faster.

"Dou~"

The sudden trombone sound made Roger almost jump off the city wall.

He slapped his trombone and yelled at Henk:

"Barewell! Don't blow in my ears!"

Roger rubbed his almost deaf ears, and his mind was now full of bees flying "buzzing".

He saw Henk, who seemed to have mastered the trombone skills, turned around and pointed the trombone at the other Norman.

The Norman named Odin immediately covered his ears.

"Puff~puff~"

Roger saw that he hadn't really learned that stupidity, it was just a coincidence just now.

After being disturbed by Henk, Roger got out of the panic horn.

He thought, if the soldiers came to block the water and soil, they would just be four catapults.

He thought, would he admit defeat because his opponent had a catapult?

A sense of courage surged in Roger's heart.

He thought, I am a warrior who even the Bulls dare to attack, I am afraid of you as a hammer.

The enemies outside the city slowly finished the formation, and the catapult cart was placed in the front, about 300 meters away from the city wall.

Roger had no choice but to do anything about them, and his furthest crossbow arrow could not shoot so far.

He could not risk sending people out of the city, and the troops placed behind the catapult cart were not vegetarians.

Roger could only watch the other party's husband busy.

He saw someone measuring the direction and someone adjusting the angle.

He saw the lever being laid flat and the rounded stones being placed into the wooden basket.

He saw a dozen civilians lined up with traction ropes connecting the short ends.

The entire battlefield was quiet, and everyone was watching the people beside the catapult cart, watching them do things in an orderly manner and slow manner.

Roger felt like watching Japanese Noh dramas in the theater.

He thought, this was too slow, he was almost dozing off.

Finally someone waved a small flag and ordered the launch.

The man who was the loser pulled the rope and tried hard together. The lever of the flattening was pulled upright and hit the cross-bar that adjusted the angle, and the stone in the wooden basket flew out.

Roger clenched his fists and looked at the four small black dots.

The black dots fly unfastly, like four swallows.

Roger could clearly determine the trajectory of their flight.

It was not coming to the city gate.

Roger's clenched fist loosened.

He thought that it is known that objects with an initial velocity of x traveled parabola at the initial angle of y...

Roger touched his nose and stopped thinking. He couldn't figure out this question without draft paper.

He saw four stone balls hitting the wall on his right hand.

Only one of them hit the city wall, and with a "bang" sound, the surface of the stone wall flew everywhere.

The other three stone balls flew over the city wall.

Some soldiers on the city wall cheered with gratitude, while others laughed with ridicule.

The stone in Roger's heart fell to the ground.

He thought that only one of the four of such a large city wall was too naughty, and he would be embarrassed to take it out at this level.

He lay on the wall to look at the damaged wall. It seemed that the surface was a little damaged, with a few more cracks, which was far away from the collapse.

Then he heard the "bang bang bang" sound.

It seems that some building collapsed.

He probably was a house near the city wall.

He thought, which unlucky guy is so bad?

He turned around and searched.

He saw the mosque covered with rising dust and the towering minaret disappeared.

The wave-like cheers of enemies outside the city rushed into Roger's ears.

"St. Jacob", "Pagans die" "Great"

Roger suddenly realized that his opponent's hit rate was not one-quarter of the wide walls, but three-quarters of the narrow minaret.

"Damn!"
Chapter completed!