Outside Jumu Town.
The neat soldiers lined up in a square formation, a regiment of 1,000 people, looked orderly.
There were three corps, representing a force of three thousand. More than a dozen officers galloped over and saluted Wu Ming: "Sir! The first, second, and third militia regiments are all here, please give instructions!"
"Camp in place, rest and wait for orders!"
Wu Ming said in a deep voice, and the soldiers below immediately moved quickly.
The scene of order and prohibition, coordination and cooperation made the faces of the few nobles behind them look ashen.
"William... this... is this your army?"
Baron Terry asked in disbelief.
Wu Ming brought 500 private soldiers before, which was already more powerful than an ordinary baron, but now with 3,000 soldiers, he was not shocked, but horrified.
After all, even though the Earl of Lanshan, although the fief is far larger than Wu Ming's and the population is larger, he still cannot mobilize so many troops.
This is an institutional difference.
Of course, if the Earl of Lanshan is willing to delay the farming season and conscript a large number of untrained farmers into the army, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people will be able to get together, but it doesn't make the slightest sense, not to mention the logistics will be eaten up immediately, Even on the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of people will only turn into hundreds of thousands of ducks fleeing in a hurry if they are slightly rushed by the cavalry, which is a waste of embarrassment.
But Wu Ming's 3,000-strong army is different! Organized, disciplined, and well-equipped, it is already the most elite army except that it has not seen blood.
"They are all laborers in my land and have been trained in the militia..."
Wu Ming explained a few words, that kind of unfathomable smile made Viscount Bale's back feel cold, and he almost broke out in cold sweat.
Naturally, he has also heard about the wealth and inconceivableness of Carlos Land, and he loves the fine salt, porcelain, glass, and fine steel swords produced there, but who would have imagined that such power is hidden in those factories? Woolen cloth
The other party was like a tiger hunting. It kept hiding its minions until it found its prey, but now it finally revealed its ferocious side!
That Carlos collar, where there is no fat, it is simply a big hedgehog!
Viscount Barle couldn't help but mourned for those nobles who had fought in Carross Territory.
"So... my lord, what are you going to do?"
Looking at these troops, Tana looked excited, with an abnormal blush on her cheeks.
"Of course... take back Wind Howling Castle!"
Wu Ming looked into the distance and said in a firm tone.
Even if Viscount Garcia's army won the victory, it still needs time to rest. Right now, in Howling Castle, the enemy's strength is at its weakest.
His own army is recharging their energy, if they don't take advantage of this time difference to regain the ruling core of Howling Castle, when will it be longer
Viscount Baler's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.
At this time, Jumu Town had gathered 4,000 troops, but only 100 people listened to his orders!
Even if he returned to the territory and resorted to military force, he would at most send out another thousand soldiers, which was still too weak compared to Baron William.
"This William... Has he been making preparations for a long time?"
Viscount Baler suddenly felt a deep chill.
He fixed his eyes on the long sword with dragon heart on Wu Ming's waist, and relaxed slightly: "Fortunately... anyway, he is a member of Blue Blood after all!"
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On the second day, Wu Ming brought the rested army together with the militia, increasing the number of soldiers to four thousand, and rushed all the way to Wuthering City.
On the way, Viscount Baler firmly rejected Wu Ming's request, left the team alone, and returned to the fief with his troops.
He wants to gather all the people, and then notify all the blue-blooded nobles, convey the bad news to them, and fight for his honor and status.
Perhaps, the Viscount Baler sensed Wu Ming's purpose, and that's why he ran away from his shadow in such a hurry.
"Whistling City!"
After a day of marching, Wu Ming looked at the huge city at the end of his line of sight, and his original memories all surfaced: the black market auction of martial arts competitions, and the awarding of titles...
Scenes of past events from several years ago resurfaced clearly in my mind.
It's just that at that time, he was just a penniless freeman, but now, he has brought thousands of troops to conquer everything he saw.
The blue flag on the city wall had long since fallen, and was replaced by a red lion flag, representing the change of owner of Wind Howling City.
After seeing an army approaching, there was an exclamation from the city wall, and immediately the horn sounded in a hurry.
"That's... the blue eagle? Is the Viscount Eagle Castle there?"
Wu Mingyong looked at the commotion on the lower city wall and smiled slightly: "Ready to attack!"
"Master Baron!"
At this time, Tana next to him spoke up: "Whistling City's defenses are average, and there are even several secret passages leading out of the city. The only belief of those black market merchants is Jin Delong! If you pay enough, you can send out A surprise army easily took the city gate!"
"The other party is also very clear about this!"
Wu Ming pointed at the Howling Castle in the center of the city with a whip: "Therefore, the real battlefield is still there!"
Even though the enemy is quite exhausted and their number is small, with the help of Howling Castle, even 10,000 people can resist for a month without any problem.
After getting the news, Viscount Garcia will definitely return to help and surround Wu Ming from the rear.
At that time, Wu Ming will have to face the situation of the Earl of Blue Mountain again.
"Three days... no, maybe we only have two days!"
Baron Wilfer shook his head: "Within two days, Wind Howling Castle must be captured, otherwise it will be surrounded!"
"I'm going to live in the castle tonight!"
With a mysterious smile on the corner of Wu Ming's mouth, he made a promise: "Follow me, and you will only win one victory after another!"
Where does the temperament of a leader come from
In troubled times, it is to lead soldiers and followers, take down castles one after another, win victories one after another, and accomplish incredible feats one after another!
"Pass me the order! Attack!"
Wu Ming ordered his subordinates to blow the horn, and immediately, the four phalanxes began to move towards the city gate.
"kill!"
Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the city gate, a lot of shouts came, and many knights in white robes with amazing actions could be seen leading hundreds of troops, and began to slash and kill.
"The Lord said, I am watching you in the sky, and those who fight for me will surely ascend to the kingdom of God after death!"
Several priests muttered, as if they were saying their last prayers, and immediately raised their weapons: "Attack! Occupy the city gate and let Baron William's army in!"
"It's the glorious knights of the church, and the monks! The paladins!"
Looking at the slowly opened door, both Wilfer and Terry looked at Wu Ming with incredulous eyes: "Have you convinced the church?"
"They just made the right choice!"
Obviously, when Viscount Eagle Castle captured Wind Howl City at the beginning, the church chose a strategy of forbearance, which successfully lowered the Viscount's vigilance.
By this time, he had gathered his strength and launched an attack in one fell swoop, immediately dedicating the entire outer city to Wu Ming.
"Charge! Get in!"
Of course Jack would not let go of this opportunity. Roaring angrily, he led the cavalry and rushed into the city gate.
The battle ended quickly.
The other party obviously put all their bets on Wind Howl Castle, and they didn't have much confidence in the city gate defense. Coupled with the church's counterattack, Wu Ming rode a war horse an hour later, in the glory of Wind Howl City. Passed on the road.
"Baron William!"
The archbishop was still dressed in civilian clothes, with blood stains on his body: "Your time is running out, Viscount Garcia is rushing back for help, you must capture Wind Howling Castle as soon as possible."
"Naturally!"
Wu Ming led the army to the front of Wind Howling Castle.
The thick granite building, like a huge monster, stretches across the center of the city, casting a huge shadow.
"In the castle, there is the Viscount of Eagle Castle, and several lords from the highlands... The family of the Earl of Blue Mountain is also imprisoned..."
The archbishop explained the situation to Wu Ming: "There are a thousand people there, and enough food for them to eat for the first half of the year!"
Facing Howling Castle, even the militiamen who had just won a big victory hesitated for a while.
They just took a simple look, and they knew that the only choice to deal with such a monster armed to the teeth was to use human life to fill it.
In addition, there is only a long-term siege, and when the other party's food is exhausted, they have to come out and surrender.
It's a pity that at this time, Wu Ming couldn't meet any of the conditions.
"Archbishop, what do you think of my future?"
Looking at the opposite castle, Wu Ming suddenly smiled and asked the Archbishop.
"You are chosen by the Lord, and your future is bound to be bright!"
The archbishop replied in a very sticky tone, but he chose to help Wu Ming at this time, naturally he had his own confidence.
call out!
Just then, a scroll of parchment was shot from the castle.
"A letter of persuasion?"
Wu Ming took a look, and immediately smiled: "Let me surrender unconditionally and swear allegiance to them? It seems that they are very confident. I thought they would threaten me with hostages."
Obviously, in anyone's eyes, Wu Ming at this time is just a daring knight, and it is not long before he is destroyed.
"Forget it, bring our wooden cannon up!"
Without hesitation, he immediately chose to use the decisive weapon.
Several wooden cannons with strange shapes were placed on the cart and pushed to the front of the castle.
"What's this?"
Baron Terry looked at the huge barrel and asked in surprise.
"I'll find out later..."
Wu Ming looked at Wind Howling Castle indifferently, and slashed down with his hand: "Light it up!"
The militia immediately retreated a certain distance, and another special soldier stepped forward and lit the fuse.
The bright flames quickly sank into the wooden cannon, and the soldiers on both sides squatted down and covered their ears.
Boom!
The next moment, a loud noise erupted, and the sky fell apart!