The missionary stretched out his palm to support the believer's shoulder, and then he calmed down and said:
"Don't be excited, my fellow believers. They are just stubbornly resisting. Their seemingly smart choices have actually ruined themselves. They have chosen a dead end for themselves. Facts will prove that these cruel oppressors are just a bunch of people.
They are just using wineskins and rice bags as the shadow of their ancestors. They will eventually be reduced to ashes under the blazing fire of God to pay for their sins.
Fellow believers, take good care of this place. The omniscient and almighty God has issued new instructions and pointed out the way for us. Soon, they will come out to beg for mercy!"
After saying that, the missionary left here, leaving only some believers to guard here to prevent them from having a chance to escape.
The garrison in the city has been completely disintegrated. In order to prevent riots and to prevent some people with ulterior motives from taking the opportunity to smash, smash and loot, the missionaries organized a group of believers who seemed to have some fighting ability to act as a temporary garrison.
Some of them were middle-aged men, and of course there were many of their own people among them. They took the city wall into their hands and sealed the city.
The nobles in the basement hoped that the soldiers sent out to ask for help in other territorial cities could bring back reinforcements to rescue them and kill all the mobs. However, they were destined to be disappointed, because what happened in this city was not special.
, such rebellions occurred in many areas throughout the North Kingdom, and they were all successful due to the efforts of Kemilla and the agents.
Therefore, the place they sent to ask for help was already too busy to take care of themselves. There was no way to rescue them. The messengers he sent there were just like sheep entering the tiger's mouth.
At night, piles of wood and barrels of oil were carried to the entrance of the basement. Then the missionary personally arranged the wood with the believers, poured oil on the wood, led a line of fire, and used torches to
On the ignition line, the oil-drenched wood quickly burned, followed by billowing smoke.
The missionary took the believers with big fans made of plantains and fanned the wind vigorously, driving the thick smoke into the basement. Through the gap in the iron gate, the thick smoke spread quickly, not to mention that the weather was also good tonight.
, the wind direction was facing the entrance of the basement, which accelerated the spread of thick smoke.
The soldiers on duty at a distance of two meters inside the gate smelled the smell of smoke for the first time. One of the soldiers covered his nose and said:
"Ahem, what is this? Where did this big smoke come from?"
"No, this mob wants to choke us to death with thick smoke! Go and report it to your lord!"
The other soldier was obviously more experienced and reacted immediately, then quickly pulled the coughing soldier inside.
"Sir, that mob lit a fire at the door and blew the thick smoke in, trying to choke us to death. What should we do?"
"What, so vicious!"
The lord was suddenly a little shocked. In fact, it is not their fault. Most of the nobles in the basement are pampered guys who were left behind. Those who are capable have followed Mayweather on the expedition. They are used to being comfortable.
He had been idle since he was a child and didn't study much, so he didn't have any military qualities. If the knight who was killed by Kemilla before was still there, he would never agree to take refuge in this basement unless his opponent could not find them.
Although this basement has ventilation and drainage, its efficiency is very underground. It has nothing to do with the normal natural weather. However, whether the enemy attacks by fire, smoke, or floods through low-lying terrain, a basement with only one exit will
It was a place of death, and their only option was to open the door and break out.
Therefore, hiding here is not even as good as hiding in the hall where they held the meeting. Although there is no iron gate, the enemy can only attack from the gate. If prepared properly, these soldiers can still sustain it for a period of time.
The air flow brought by the small vents in the basement can at best prevent people from being suffocated to death, but there is nothing that can be done about such thick smoke. The basement is soon filled with thick smoke, and it is almost difficult for everyone to see.
They all coughed violently.
"This won't work, cough, we, cough, must rush out!"
The lord said while coughing, and then ordered the soldiers to start escorting them out. Everyone wet their sleeves with water, covered their mouths and noses, and then ran away quickly with their waists lowered.
Outside the door of the basement, the missionaries and their believers were already standing ready. They were holding bows and arrows captured from the armory next to the city wall, and they were slightly opened and pointed in the direction of the iron gate of the basement.
The iron gate was slowly opened, and the missionary immediately raised his hand to signal the believers to get ready. Then when the first batch of soldiers rushed out with weapons raised, they were greeted by dense arrows. They never expected that the enemy had bows and arrows.
They were immediately caught off guard, and several soldiers were shot down before raising their shields to defend themselves.
However, a shield that can only protect one side obviously cannot block arrows coming from all directions, and there is no way to form a circular formation when walking out of the narrow exit.
This group of believers is basically touching bows and arrows for the first time, but they don't need to be accurate in shooting. They only need to be able to draw the bows according to where they are placed.
The nobles and soldiers had to retreat back to the basement passage to avoid the arrows, but they had to endure the smoke and choking. Soon, they had to hang their white clothes on spear poles as white flags and wave them through the door.
Get up, because the lord, who had been drained by wine and sex, had choked and passed out.
Looking at the white flags raised, the believers were a little unbelievable. They actually defeated these nobles. The noble nobles who used to be so aloof seemed to have no big deal at the moment, but soon they reacted and started cheering.
Along with the cheers of the believers, the unconscious lord was carried out, and other nobles also walked out slowly. The soldiers were unarmed, and the nobles were suppressed with their hands tied behind their backs. One of the believers seemed to be with a
The noble had a holiday. Looking at the noble's face, he couldn't help but raise the dagger in his hand.
But before he could cut down, a strong arm grabbed his sword-holding arm, and then he saw the missionary shaking his head at him.
"Teacher, this is the man who killed my father. Let me avenge my father!"
"My fellow believer, don't let anger blind you. If you chop it down, what's the difference between you and these perpetrators?
They deserve their crimes and will eventually be judged, but it will not be carried out by us. Soon, God’s messengers will come here to punish these sinners on our behalf. At that time, you can all speak freely and talk about the crimes they have committed!”