Chapter 7

" Archers, loose!!" A voice rang through the air, at it's command hundreds of arrows were released from their handlers.

Up the sky they went, seemingly going on forever and they suddenly coming down with force. Tearing through the air as it's Iron arrow head prepared to burrow into it's target.

The receiver's mostly disorganized from their charge and lack of training were caught off guard, falling by the dozens with each volley.

Siege ladders were quickly carried by the foot soldiers, whilst other siege equipments like battering ram was brought in much later and slower.

" Stop them from getting on the walls, first line forward. Second line advance "

A command was issued, quickly leather equipped soldiers moved forward with spears and arrows.

Spears first and arrows at the back, the volley of arrows never stopped as it claimed more lives.

None of the opposing sides had well trained soldiers with most having just the minimum combat knowledge necessary to fulfill their jobs.

As time passed, more and more ladders began getting placed. With each man up the ladder, 3 were claimed by either stones from the walls or arrows from the wall.

Yet there was only so much the untrained men could take as quickly a gap was created in the line, siezing this opportunity the enemy moved in and began slashing and stabbing.

The Spearman attempted to stop them but were unsuccessful, the Archers panicked and either missed some of their shots or simply didn't shoot at all.

Gaining ground, the army attacking the castle gained morale and hope. But these were simply crushed just as quickly as they began to sprout as a figure approached the breached line.

" It's one of the red knights!" A voice shouted in panicked quickly alerting his comrades.

The figure didn't wait as he charged in, one strike took off the head of the owner of the voice, another went straight to the heart of another.

Behind were more soldiers wearing simply clothing as his yet there was a difference in it, most notably the red pattern.

Wielding a wooden medium Oval styled shield and a short sword made in pure iron they joined in the fray.

Within seconds, the area had been resecured and there already bloodied blades even redder than before.

" Where's your commanding officer"

One of the soldiers in the red and black uniform asked, his voice directed at one of the much older looking Spearman.

His black bushy beard made him appear much respectful than the others here. He turned making a making a fialed attempt at a salute he had seen before.

" He--his dead, his dead...Sir!"

He responded with shaky voice though regained his composure at the end of the sentence.

The more trained soldier whom had asked the question turned to one of the knights, awaiting a response from him.

The knight himself, thrusted his blade into the head of a soldier whom was just finally approaching the end of the ladder her was climbing.

His expression remained the same as his eyes lost their light, determination. The knight withdrew his weapon as the body fell down to join the others.

" Christian take command here, Grimming and Peinier would stay with you. They can't keep throwing bodies at us, as long as their kept off the walls and away from close combat....we'll be fine. "

He said, he voice calm and collected as his eyes scanned the battlefield. He remembered quite vividly of the time it was simply a clear and bright field.

Now, just bodies, arrows and screams. Hundreds of them, but it'll soon end.

That noble didn't bring enough men to take this place, his also impatient and stupid. Just like the other ten that came here, their all just young spoilt brats seeking false glory without much work.

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!

The sounds of an object hitting at the gate added to the sounds of the battlefield alerted the defenders on the floor.

The enemy was at the gate, the defenders in question were more organized this times around. At least the front line was as the backing were simply peasants armed with bows and arrows.

" C'mon boys, can't let those untrained bastards go through ya now can we!"

" No, Sir!!" A loud response came followed by several laughters and smiles. Although they showed a cheerful face and behavior, many of them were actually shaking in between their brothers.

Beads of sweat dropped down their face as the sound of beating hearts made fora wonderful sound, of course none truly could hear it....maybe the dead perhaps.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Creak!

" Their nearly through, Archers ready!!"

The order was given, as several arrows were withdrawn and nocked ready to be released.

The air around the men seemed to quiet down as the sounds began dying off, now it was simply they and those whom would come out of those gates.

BANG! BANG!

The sounds rang through their heads, with each sound. Each clash against that wall, the air turned even more suffocating than before.

" Steady brothers, remember to not stray to far and watch each other. Or you'll get killed like a dog " The knight in charge said aloud, seemingly showing an attitude of care unlike his usual demeanor.

" Er, I say you should tell that to the peasants. We ain't trainees anymore side. "

A voice from the ranks came in reply.

" That's right Sir, this isn't even the first time we've been in combat. We had one just last week. "

Another came again, the knight simply smiled in response. Mostly to himself.

' Right, this isn't the same bunch of weak boys I found. Their men now, they survive...at least most of them. '

He thought to himself when suddenly the sounds of the Gate breaking alarmed everyone that it had been breached.

From it were dozens of screaming desperate and angry peasants with swords charging at us.

" Archers, loose!"

At the command, arrows met the charging enemies. The area was small enough for most of the arrows to hit something.

It was also close enough that the first ones through were the first ones dead.