The Barons and Knights didn't care. All they could see was victory.
As for the Recruited Soldiers, as long as there were men and women on the fiefs, there would be an endless supply of them, one crop after another.
"As long as the Shield Carriers can reach the wall, our elite Warriors will strike," a Knight said, his hand gripping his sword hilt tightly.
"The sacrifices of these peasants and serfs will be remembered..." His tone was laced with contempt, not genuine respect.
On the wall, Henry observed the enemy's movements. He knew the enemy nobles were waiting for the opportune moment. He turned to Philip, who was at his side, and issued a new order.
"Philip, see those Shield Carriers? We need to give them some special attention. Concentrate fire. Don't let them near the wall."
Philip immediately relayed Henry's command, and the archers and crossbow crews adjusted their targets, focusing on destroying the Shield Carriers.
