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Many people were pushed back by the heat and stench, but after a few seconds, the sword and mace would drive them back.The regular soldiers acted very coldly. They neither allowed serfs and handymen to retreat nor allowed them to stop and rest. They forced the conscripts to go back and forth between the fire and the carriage, using the wounded, the corpses, and the broken corpses. The carriage that had just been emptied filled up again.

The coolies are abused by this, and the work efficiency is naturally lower and lower, not only the movements are extremely slow, but the brain also becomes dull and numb.Before long, someone will slip their hands when lifting the stretcher, dropping the wounded or dead body into the brown fragrance all over the floor.

When the regular soldiers see their accomplices suffering, they will definitely not give up. They will greet the coolie immediately with their fists, weight balls and even the iron edge of the shield.Serfs and handymen are not animals to be bullied. If they are forced to a corner, they will still try to resist, especially when the mercenaries have suffered heavy casualties and their own numbers are clearly superior.

Of course, they would definitely not stabbing people with a knife.Dare to do that means open mutiny, and even if one can escape by chance, the family members who remain in the village cannot save their lives.However, a few people surrounded a mercenary, arguing passionately for hundreds of sentences. In any case, it is not too much. No matter how harsh the boss is, he will not use his sword to press him in a short time...

This is indeed the case.Bertrand de Bayonne, always watching the chaos at the west gate of the camp, the hard hoof of the white horse did not move.After so many subordinates died, the hope of breaking through the wall was completely shattered. Such a heavy blow was enough to make ordinary people collapse instantly.But the baron, who is known for his military experience, managed to maintain his composure (at least on the surface), and did not rashly intervene in the chaos on the other side of the fire.

Not only that, but he still had spare time to assemble a reserve team, relying on the fence wall and the picket to build a decent line of defense on both sides of the west gate."Go back! There is no way to take advantage here!" Facing the scout sent by Gerrard to test, the baron once again drew out the ancestral steel sword, and responded with unchanging arrogance:

"Tell the bandit leader inside: implement quarantine measures and pay double the fine, otherwise you will just wait for the spear to be put in your head and there will be no burial place!"

The scout laughed on the spot and turned his head back to Zhaizhong to report.The messy Dongzhai gate also regained some anger as a result. Many people stopped cleaning up the filth, sticking their heads out of the battlements in groups of two, and mocking the baron in bright armor."Fine? Didn't you just receive it?" In the midst of the noise, Paul's voice was particularly loud. He threw away the dirty towel, deliberately stepped his boots on the battlement, and made curse gestures at the besieged camp:

"Yellow and white, they add up to millions of livres (a pun is used here, in livres is both a unit of weight and the name of a silver coin)! If Sir Alex is not enough, we have a lot more here, Hurry up and open your mouth, and run over!"

Although little Albert's ears buzzed and his headache seemed to be splitting, he was amused by the veteran.On both sides of the Zhaimen, there was endless laughter for a while, and new militiamen joined every second, enjoying the rare privilege of a winner.

In comedy, the mockery of "low common people" usually makes Sir Alex Ferguson so angry that he falls into the horse manure and rolls around.But Bertrand didn't know if the city mansion was too deep, or he really left behind. Not only was he not overwhelmed by the popularity of the Dongzhai Wall, he even had Yu Yu with his head up and his chest straight, and he slammed back on the spot.

"Just go proud, evil sick ghost!" The baron swung his long sword vigorously, and his armor was shining golden and red by the setting sun:

"When the moon rises above the sky, justice sanctions will surely fall!"

After that, he rode his horse into the barracks, leaving the civilians and soldiers on the wall looking at each other.A few seconds later, some people laughed, thinking that the baron was just bluffing, and some people scratched their heads and were disturbed by this statement.Little Albert is somewhere in between. He doesn’t think that Baron Bayonne can still call in thousands and hundreds of helpers, and the territory can’t support him, but he doesn’t think this battle has been won. Such a good thing.

[As soon as those dead from other places appeared, the Baron family soldiers followed.There must be a connection. Tonight, something big may happen.

He told Paul the Great.Although the veteran agreed with this view, he did not take it seriously."Baron Robber, if he doesn't play tricks, he won't look like him." The big Paul handed the little Albert a handkerchief, smiling quite confidently:

"He played with him, let us guard us, no matter what reinforcements come, he will be killed with a slash. Don't worry, Kotweimel is a good guy, bad guys can't please! Don't worry about it, find a place, and quickly get yourself Clean. Boss Gerrard, it is estimated that he will come and inspect it soon. By then, you will be the protagonist on the court!"

Little Albert reluctantly nodded.But he was not convinced.Paul the Great is indeed a good soldier, but a good soldier does not mean always right.Regarding Gerard Chevalier’s judgment, Uncle Paul made a mistake. After the Baron left, the planning village owner never came to the Dongzhai Gate. His own battle flag went to the South Wall first, and then to the South Wall. The gate of Beizhai, the whole village has been seen almost everywhere, but I just don't want to turn here.

Time passed quickly, until a purple sunset appeared on the western sky.In desperation, Uncle Paul had no choice but to stop waiting, and at the strong request of the militiamen and soldiers, he opened his mouth and said the word "a meal".The handyman team, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately left the ruins of the long house surrounded by surplus smoke and squeezed towards the wall ladder with pots, bowls and spoons.

Hubel Lumeng's left-hand water sac and right-hand wooden bowl were the first to appear on the wall.Like other handymen, he brought food to the militia, but he was granted a permit to serve his son only.The old man’s face blackened by the fire and the jumper with many cracks made him feel sad for a while; but he resisted the impulse and put aside the gossip between his relatives and his worries. , I told my father in detail from beginning to end.

He didn't expect his father to help him out.But after speaking, I felt much better in my heart."I always remember the dead man. And the membrane-winged arrow on his waist." At the end, the young Albert grabbed the stubborn bread rusks, stuffed it into his mouth, and concluded with this sentence:

"The Baron must have been in contact with the bear market. This attack may be caused by the group of monsters that slaughtered foreigners behind their backs."

"It makes sense." Hubert Lumen pulled out the cork, carefully covered the opening of the water bag, and handed it to his son: