After dealing with the opposition, the Guild Masters naturally quickly reached a consensus, which was simple: immediately dispatch troops to aid Red City.
After the order was relayed, the craftsmen were not very resistant. As a Slavic, who hadn't experienced fighting outside? Moreover, they now had such good equipment, what was there to fear?
Just like that, the pagans guarding outside the Guild District gate suddenly found that the tightly shut Guild District gate suddenly opened, and then teams of warriors clad in iron armor, carrying weapons and torches, filed out. Their iron armor shimmered in the torchlight.
This scene caused the monitoring pagans to open their mouths in surprise. They were very surprised that the Guild craftsmen actually charged out. In their original estimation, these Guild craftsmen would be intimidated by the sheer number of people they had displayed.
Furthermore, they had a high-ranking and influential ally within the Guild District. He had an agreement with them, promising to hold back the people of the Guild District, and in return, the pagans would help him become the head of the Guild after the battle.
The pagans also believed him, after all, he was the Master of the Carpenters Guild, which was the second-largest Guild in the Guild District.
Of course, this was just an agreement; the pagans would not leave the Guild, such a powerful organization, intact, especially with so many Christians inside. But when negotiating with traitors, one had to speak this way.
But now it seemed their plan had failed. However, they weren't very afraid. So many people had gathered here precisely to deal with this situation. Milia had even specifically deployed a team of rebel soldiers here.
These people should be able to stop those craftsmen... right? At least, that's what Milia thought. He could only estimate the strength of the Guild District; this area had always been closed off, after all.
Then, the pagans quickly formed a shield wall, and the well-prepared archers swiftly loosed volleys of arrows.
Unfortunately, these arrows couldn't even scratch the craftsmen. Their arrows either got stuck in the iron rings or simply bounced off the helmets, failing to create even a single casualty.
The armor the craftsmen wore was naturally of high quality. These armors completely suppressed the weak and uneven arrows, making it difficult to even scratch them.
Leading the charge was a group of heavily armored warriors wielding two-handed axes and maces. Their armor gleamed in the torchlight, exuding a martial aura that instinctively instilled fear.
However, the pagans did not feel too much fear because of this. They simply brought their shields closer, preparing to swing their weapons mercilessly the moment the shield wall charged, showing these Christians their might.
How could these craftsmen know how to fight? They were true warriors...
Such thoughts were abruptly cut short by the descent of axe blades. Not only the person who was struck, but his comrades around him also fell one after another.
The defending pagans and rebel soldiers suddenly realized that the guys in the front wielding dual weapons were incredibly strong! They couldn't resist the heavy force at all; it was like a mountain pressing down.
Some even had their shields directly severed, and the soldiers defending behind them were killed by surprise. The person who died had a face full of shock; he never expected these warriors to be so fierce, actually cutting through a shield in one go.
What the pagans didn't know was that the warriors charging at the forefront were all composed of craftsmen from the Blacksmiths Guild. Their arms were their strongest asset; years of blacksmithing had made their arms incredibly thick, and the power contained within them was even more terrifying. One must remember that these arms had swung hammers countless times to forge iron blocks into their desired shapes.
What's more, the weapons they held were designed to maximize their strength.
Now, the pagans and rebels were being brutally beaten by the immense strength of the Blacksmiths. Shields shattered under the axe blades, and even with armor protection, bodies were crushed internally by the heavy blows.
They also made the battlefield exceptionally bloody, as they wielded heavy axes and maces, causing blood to spray everywhere, and even brains to spill all over the place.
In contrast, it was very difficult for the pagans to inflict any damage on the Blacksmiths. These Blacksmiths generally wore double-layered iron armor, and their robust bodies allowed them to carry such heavy protection, turning them into true iron cans.
Due to the presence of these iron cans, the enemy's battle line was quickly broken, and after the battle line was broken, the other warriors behind the Blacksmiths immediately seized this opportunity.
They immediately surged into the broken battle line, then began to hack and slash at the enemies around them. The armor on the warriors gave them such courage; after all, the opponents were just a group of commoners, at best wearing padded armor. Anyone would feel courageous facing such enemies.
And facing enemies whose equipment was better, combat power stronger, and fighting will fiercer than theirs, the pagans had only one path: collapse, leaving behind a pile of corpses, and then collapse.
As the pagans collapsed, the craftsmen were re-forming their ranks, tallying their losses, and preparing to continue the slaughter.
The result was very satisfying; due to their sturdy iron armor, they only had a few lightly wounded, and the others remained full of fighting spirit.
Without hesitation, the craftsmen continued their assault, charging towards Red City, which was engaged in fierce combat, and along the way, more and more militiamen joined them.
These citizens had donned their armor after the sounds of war began, but since no one had called them, everyone could only guard their homes. After all, there were pagans everywhere outside, and rushing out rashly could lead to being overwhelmed and killed.
Moscow still had a good number of militiamen, as Prince Rostislav had not mobilized too many citizens to ensure his homeland would not be too empty.
They were very loyal to the Prince's regime, not forgetting who had given them everything. Even under heavy taxes, everyone's loyalty to the Prince was incredibly strong.
Furthermore, they had a strong sense of disdain for everything outside the city. In the eyes of these city dwellers, only they stood above the heads of those farmers and forest dwellers, and not the other way around.
And now that their main force had arrived, and it was the people from the Guild District, these militiamen naturally joined the battle as well.
However, there were also many overly young lads among them, mostly children from citizen families, who had secretly put on some discarded weapons and armor from their fathers and rushed out.
Their elders at home had no objections to this. It was good to see some action on the battlefield now; experiencing battle early would not harm them, as they would have to go to war sooner or later.
"What? You said those craftsmen charged out? And they defeated you?"
In front of the Red City gate, Milia, who was about to deploy his last reserve unit, suddenly received this news.
Then he saw groups of routed soldiers approaching, and his soldiers were busy restoring order among these stragglers.
And as these routed soldiers arrived one after another, the craftsmen and the continuously joining citizens were also surging forward. Well, now there was no need to deploy the reserve unit; their destination had just arrived, hadn't it?
"Everyone follow me! Stop these craftsmen!"
Milia drew his long sword, pointing it at the surging iron-clad warriors. He really didn't want to confront them head-on like this, but seeing the menacingly charging people and the fear in his subordinates, he knew he had to step up.
"Also, tell those above that the enemy's reinforcements have arrived. They are very strong. I don't know how long I can hold them back. Tell him to make a decision quickly!"
Having thrown out these words, Milia charged forward without hesitation, beginning to fight in the thick of the battle.
The centurion undoubtedly served as the backbone of the rebel soldiers. It was because of his presence that everyone could bravely face these continuously surging enemies.
However, they were still at a disadvantage. Facing these fiercely attacking iron-clad men, they could only fill the gaps with lives, continuously filling them.
After all, these iron-clad monsters had just defeated so many of their comrades, which naturally struck fear into everyone. Now, with their officer fighting at the front, it also gave them courage.
Milia, however, felt terrible; there were just too many of these heavily armored monsters.
But unfortunately, the centurion immediately faced off against arguably the strongest person among these craftsmen: Vanigo, the Master of the Blacksmiths Guild and also the leader of the Guild District, from Rostov.