Chapter five hundred and fifty-eight destroy the county
Hendon, Penting County, Yushou Town.
The bells of the Mithraic church rang.
The morning sun rose, and the mist squeezed low over the town of Yushou. Baron Gary Griefman was waiting at the entrance of the town, and a group of majestic Putu knights came from the eastern road. These exiles from the southern continent
It's Gary Griefman's last hope.
"Here they come, the Stuka mercenary team. In the entire southern part of the Yaktic continent, there is no second mercenary cavalry that can compete with these Easterners. With their help, we will definitely be able to resist the attack of those infidels."
." The tax official squinted his eyes and looked around, the cold air of the late autumn morning making his thin body tremble.
"It's time to arrive. If I don't come, the enemy will have taken my head." Baron Gary clenched his fists so that his hypothermic fingertips could be wrapped in the warm palms. "Two hundred and seven heavy cavalry, head on head."
After all, each person needs eighteen gold coins, plus the cost of food and clothing these days, these Putu people will empty my treasury. In this way, if we can't resist those noodle cultists, we will be in trouble.
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Tearing through the gray-black Iron Curtain, the Park Tuchong Cavalry that came nearby at this moment was like the curtain bearers at the beginning of the epic, with their horses hooves clattering, so silent that only the wind blew, and the crackling of the flags and ropes was like a summer breeze.
The muffled thunder in the distant mountains at night was as obvious.
The leader of the cavalry captain turned over and dismounted. His thick full-body armor covered him like an iron bucket. His shiny silver steel helmet looked like an olive. There were two T-shaped vents for the eyes on the front, and there were thin strips on the mouth and nose.
The plain man's sad and deep eyes were looming in the light blue eyes behind the thin holes, and they suddenly lit up when he looked at Baron Gary.
Before the two men had time to exchange greetings, at this time, a gray-white homing pigeon fell from the northwest sky like a sharp arrow. Beside Baron Gary, his knight-errant recognized the homing pigeon and hurriedly whistled.
The gray-white bird lingered in the low altitude for a while, then landed obediently on the warrior's arm.
"Another village is empty! Another village has been captured by heretics!" The knight exclaimed pessimistically, and Baron Gary hurriedly gave him a slap in the face.
"Shut up, you idiot!"
Speaking of pagans, the Putu cavalry they invited are even more pagans. The Flying Spaghetti Cult seems to have come from Yaqtik, and the gods of all things that the Putu people believe in are completely foreign paganism.
"Lord Gary Rainhand Griefman, please relax. With our Stuka Cavalry, we can definitely keep those bandits out of your sight." The mercenary captain spoke in a smooth northern voice.
language.
Baron Gary muttered in his heart: What I want is not to stop them, what I want is to kill them all. It will be a lot of money for you to stay in the town for one more day.
"Welcome, thank you for your help, Griffman is grateful to you all, please come and have a meal."
The baron's officials walked at the front. The long cavalry team was like a noisy stream. The clattering horseshoes passed through the low city gate and flowed through the largest street in the town from east to west. There were civilians in the houses on both sides.
Attracted by the sound, I stuck my head out and looked around. I was also attracted by the excitement of the market in the town. People crowded on both sides of the street, as if it was the triumph of an honorary soldier.
"It's cavalry! Heavy cavalry!"
The children shouted and rushed out of the house and stood on both sides of the street jumping and cheering. The boys looked up at the knights and imagined what they would look like in the future. The girls leaned on the window sill.
His eyes secretly looked at the strong man.
The mothers at home pushed their husbands, "Is there going to be a war?"
The men said bluntly, "That would be great. I have lived for so many years just for this day."
In the church of Mithras, the nuns finished their prayers and left the hall together. Standing on the hillside, they could see the procession in the center of the town.
"It's a pagan."
"I heard that there is going to be a war."
The priest came out and said, "Yes, one side is a pagan, and the other side is also a pagan. Our soldiers of the Sun God were defeated and retreated. You children are still young. When the time comes, no matter which side wins,
Don't take the initiative to approach the army."
The fourteen nuns wanted to say more, but Mother Teresa's voice came from the kitchen: "It's time to eat!"
The meal after prayer is just the right thing to soothe the hungry stomachs of Sun God believers.
In this hillside church, the young nuns could clearly observe the changes in the town. The outside mercenaries led the townspeople to build fortifications and erected piles of wooden logs and rolling stones on the originally thin and short stone walls.
A platform was built behind the wall to make it easier for soldiers to get up and down.
Countless carrier pigeons rise and fall in the lord's castle every day, and the crier reads the Baron's orders from the high platform in the town every day, and tells the traces of the pagan bandits.
Facing the disaster of weapons, the Yardimers would silently raise their weapons, the Tashid people would laugh, and the Red people would secretly pack up their belongings and prepare to run away.
The priests recited classics and the soldiers sang military songs.
Anyone can see that the atmosphere in Yushou Town is becoming more and more tense every second. There is a curfew and the city gates are closed. Only people are allowed in, not out.
The day after the arrival of the Stuka Knights, November 13, Julian 525.
The announcer shouted: "Those thieves who call themselves the Flying Noodle God Cult, shameless robbers, they will be defeated by us, Baron Gary, and our strong people!"
The civilians in the audience cheered. Not everyone desires war. Even in the northern continent, which has a strong culture of war, the more people who have suffered from war all year round, the more they cherish peace. No matter what, no one wants their hometown to be occupied.
November 14th.
The informant was full of passion: "Those bandits are only three hundred miles away from our Yushou Town, but we already have complete defense measures. In this battle, we will keep them at bay."
November 15th.
The crier was extremely excited, "This morning, the mercenary cavalry from the Eastern Islands have left the city. They will launch a fatal charge against the infidels in the firewood plains to the west. Those bandits will get a head-on blow!"
These words won everyone's applause and loud cheers.
November 16th.
The announcer's face was pale, "Although our soldiers have encountered some setbacks, please believe that the reliable city walls of Yushou Town will help us stop those bandits!"
November 17th.
The crier whispered to the women, children and nuns: "It's the devil, it's the fire of the moon. They have harnessed the power of fire. They are outside the city now. If you want to escape, please do it as soon as possible and go through the north gate."
The nuns returned to the church. Looking westward from this mid-mountain location, a group of soldiers wearing blue armor were arrayed five hundred steps away from the city gate. From such a distance, those people gathered together were only
A small group, with blue crystal armor shining with a turbid cold light. However, the bound prisoners behind them were a huge team, like a swarm of ants huddled together, with only one hand tied up.
, but no one resisted.
There was silence inside and outside the city.
The air is so dull.
The nuns huddled together like babies in the winter wind, making noisy noises.
The Flying Noodle Cult team rushed forward and arrived in front of the city gate, shouting: "Hurry up and open the city gate and surrender!"
The majestic warriors stood at the top of the city and shouted: "Surrender? We can defend until we die of old age!"
The negotiations broke down, and a bonfire was lit in front of the siege team. The green fire was like the reflection of the moon in the middle of the night, and then the church bells rang.
In an instant, meteor-like blazing flames flew through the air, and the fireball fell on the city gate. The violent explosion blew a large hole in the stone wall. Miscellaneous rubble flew into the town, smashing down the houses, and screams were heard.
Yunxiao.
The priest stood in the bell tower and shouted to the nuns: "Run! Run! Run away! Don't be caught, don't stay!"
Lu Zhengkang shouted in front of the Skitarii: "Kill all those who resist! Tie them all up! As is the old rule, heretics are taken directly to the town and beheaded in public!"
