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At this moment, in front of Lu Meng's boy, a whole group of militiamen were busy climbing the wall.Without exception, these people extended a helping hand, but he was rejected on the spot."This is my job!" He turned his back to the arrow shield, knelt on his right knee, and slowly lifted the flagpole with difficulty:

"I'm here to raise the flag, don't intervene! What to see, go and set up a gun, a matchlock, a strong crossbow, shoot the robber baron to death, and beat his head into—"

"Dudududududu!"

Opposite the Zhaimen, a loud and long copper horn suddenly sounded.The twelfth generation of Bayonne Baron Bertrand, riding the carefully selected white horse, leisurely paced out of the marching column.The sixteen knights who followed Fengjun lined up behind Feng Jun, and the heavy lances with guards pointed towards the blue sky like iron trees.

Including the baron, this group of nobles with "Germany" in their names wear a full set of Gothic plate armor.This iron armor imported from the Eastern Empire is covered with grooves on the surface, and the breastplate is also two-piece riveted, which looks extraordinarily thick.The fierce shape, with the narrow top and the bottom wide Charel-style light helmet, looks like a villain.

The sun shone, jumping from the tip of the gun, face guard, and shoulder armor all the way to the spikes of the iron boots, emitting reflections comparable to the morning stars.The hot wind blows, but it returns without success in front of the steel, not to mention the rider, even the horse can't shake it.

I have to say that the group of plate-armored warriors in front of Dongzhai Gate is simply a wall of steel.In front of them, the militiamen responsible for defending the Walled Wall couldn't help falling into silence.Seeing this, the Baron Bayonne immediately lifted his face shield, grinning to the root of his ears, and he was obviously very happy.

First he fiddled with his horse's mane, and then looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. On his generous face, whiter than milk, his yellow beard fluttered from the east to the west, like an uncut weed.

"The civilians of the planning village, listen well!" As the "weed" swayed, Lord Baron began to speak with arrogance and contempt for everyone in the village:

"You are harbouring plague patients and you refuse to be quarantined. This is a firm fact! All access is blocked immediately, no one is allowed to cross the trench for 40 days, and at the same time, be prepared for a fine of 20,000 livres! If you dare to refuse, you will agree with Nobleva. One end!"

"Nonsense!" Although he kept holding up the flagpole and panting like a cow, the young Albert couldn't help but anger in his chest and went back on the spot:

"The above testimony, there is not half a plague patient here! The robber baron, so many outsiders have died, instead of hunting down the robbers, you took the soldiers and horses to rob your neighbors. Are your souls sold to the devil? Curse you , Curse your traitor grandfather, curse your robber house!"

As soon as the scolding fell, the veteran who was in charge of protecting him snatched the flagpole "swish"."That's good!" He straightened his back, risking being sniped by the marksman, and inserted two wooden poles into the base at the same time, making the pennant flutter high:

"Brothers, this kid is so good to be scolded and spineless! Don't just watch, let's go together: Baron Robber, the whole family is on the street. Baron Robber, the whole family is on the street!"

As soon as this statement came out, the militiamen responsible for defending Dongzhaimen were immediately applauded.More than 30 people opened their voices at once, and first shouted in unison, "Baron Robber, the whole family is on the street!!", then changed to local slang, and arranged the Lord Baron from all aspects:

"Get out of milk, Bayonne Beast!!"

"Red ass lobster, suck your uncle's X!!!"

"Come here! Come and die! Tommy who hasn't been planted, come and eat lead!!!"

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If the dirty words have weight, the more than three hundred baron soldiers outside the wall would have long been crushed into meat sauce.Relying on the curse, the morale of the civilian-soldiers suddenly rose. Many people leaned out from behind the flares and castellations, or made faces at the knight, or spit on the baron himself, filling the air. Joyful atmosphere.

Bertrand de Bayonne did not respond to this.He took sixteen knights with him and stood there like a statue.Behind them, the squadron was connecting the ox cart, the horse cart and the mule cart end to end, slowly but methodically forming a ring; twenty infantrymen armed with scythes, cloth visors or iron breastplates walked out of the marching column , And shoulder to shoulder with the same number of longbowmen, moving towards the east wall of the planning village leisurely.

If the convoy forms a ring, it can become a temporary military camp.Even the little Albert could see this.But what those forty mercenaries wanted to do was hard to guess.Bertrand did not give orders or gestures, and the flags and drum horns did not move a bit, seeming to let these subordinates toss.

[But this is obviously impossible.Little Albert lay on the observation hole of the shield, licking his lips nervously.[Baron Robber, I should have given them an order in advance to let them start acting when they heard the curse.Forty people, approaching the Zhaimen at the same time, are they going to climb the wall?No, it's not right, it should be scaring, it is probably scaring.Robber Baron, do you think this kind of trick can blow our confidence?Too underestimated, we are not green-skinned barbarians, how could we get caught so quickly--]

The longbowman suddenly stopped when he was two hundred and fifty law feet away from Zhaimen.They first untied the arrow bundle from the belt, and inserted the long and thin goose feather arrow into the ground at their feet; then they opened the layers of woolen cloth and took out the baby-like sheep tendon bowstring.

Under the eyes of everyone, they don’t hurriedly put on protective gloves, and hurriedly set up the strings of the 5-foot long bow. In just a few minutes, they completed all the battle preparations, leisurely as if they were training in target shooting at their hometown. .

This is a provocation, an undoubted provocation.And it works very well.On the wall of the village, someone soon became uncomfortable, and more than one firearm screamed, claiming to use his own big iron pipe to punish the pretending English-Georgian.But their corps leader, chief officer, and the veteran who protected little Albert, rejected this request on the spot.

"Hurry up!" The veteran's eyes widened, and he stared at one of the matchlockers ferociously, until the opponent's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and he took the weapon back obediently.He took the initiative to take the command, and the effect was not bad. After a few words, he cleared the noise on the wall:

"When the snake rod is pressed, you are happy, and the pirate boy is also happy! It's troublesome to reload the firecrackers from such a distance. What if it fails to hit, what should I do next? Listen, I will wait for it. See what those bastards want to do. Let's not worry, let them get angry!"