"Who can tell me why those lowly and dirty pigs came to the city!"
In the majestic and magnificent City Lord's Mansion, a male roar sounded in a spacious meeting room. He was hysterically questioning a group of officials below and slapping the man on the table. His saliva almost sprayed on the officials at the opposite table, which made a young boy sitting next to him turn sideways.
"Master Yaluo, the leaders were forced by the enemy, so they had no choice but to enter the city." A man stood up and said. He had a square face, and he was the kind of person who would not give in easily.
"Captain Jeff, I remember that your mission should be to protect this city. No, you should protect us, right? Now please take a good look, those pigs are encroaching on our property. As the captain of the guard, aren't you It's time to do your job and drive them all out!" said the man known as Yalo.
"This is really..."
"Why, if you can't do it, let someone else be the captain!"
At this time, another official coughed lightly and said: "I have to remind Lord Arlo, since the death of Sir Druff, our territory has been reduced to one-third of the original. This means that our tax It has shrunk greatly. Last quarter, the tax we collected was less than half of what it used to be. If the people are driven away at this time, it is very likely that they will leave the territory."
"Without the people, everything in the territory will be difficult to maintain. I don't know if you have considered it, Master Yaluo."
Yaluo slapped the table and said angrily: "As long as there is a territory, there are as many pariahs as you want. Besides, that is something you should worry about. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of Sir Oss? salary."
The official said coldly: "It turns out that Lord Yaluo still remembers that this territory belongs to Sir Oss, so should Sir Lord make a decision on this matter?"
Yaluo looked at the boy next to him, and said with a smile: "Os is still young, as his uncle, I have an obligation to assist him. So I have decided on this matter."
"But uncle, I think..." The young man next to him wanted to put forward a different opinion, but suddenly he was glared at by Arlo, who was full of thoughts but could only swallow them back: "Yes, I think it's good for uncle to decide .”
Hearing this sentence, the captain Jeff and the officials who raised objections showed disappointed expressions. They exchanged a look, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes. After Dulufu's death, his only son Aussie inherited the title and territory. However, Sir Hungry Wolf's son has an extremely docile personality, coupled with his young age, his power was taken away by his uncle, that is, Dulufu's younger brother Arlo.
Yalo controls the territory through Oss, and he is even more greedy than Dulufu. In less than a month, they collected taxes from the citizens three times in a row. Not only the people in the leadership are full of resentment, but even the officials below can't stand it. If a lord does not know how to cherish his subjects, he will only end up being abandoned. A jazz who has lost his subjects is not a lord at all.
At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a soldier rushed in and shouted: "My lords, it's too bad, the enemy army has already arrived outside our city!"
Hearing this sentence, Yalo's arrogance just now disappeared. He laughed dryly and pushed the boy next to him
Said: "Master Oss, since the enemy has come. As a knight, you have to go and see the situation."
"Me? But I..." The boy turned to Jeff for help.
Jeff sighed and said, "Master Oss, the soldiers and I will fight to the death to protect you."
Oss nodded, and said to Arlo, "Uncle, come together?"
Yaluo laughed and said, "I'm just an insignificant person. You still have to decide such a big matter."
Jeff and other officials all cast contemptuous glances at Arlo. This timid man who was afraid of death really chose to back down at the critical moment, and left the important task of deciding the life and death of a city to the young Sir.
In any case, Jeff and the others hugged the young jazz and left. After they all left, Yaluo said with a downcast face: "A group of idiots, it's just a ruined city, so there's nothing to defend. If the other party wants it, just give it to them."
When he came to the top of the city, the little knight raised his toes, and he could see an army approaching the city on the ground outside Fenrir. The army was formed in regular formation, with infantry in the middle and cavalry on the wings. The infantry was subdivided into several arms. After Captain Jeff handed a binoculars to Oss, the little Sir drove towards the opponent's army formation.
The first thing you see is rows of soldiers who are shirtless, wearing trousers, and carrying swords or warhammers in their hands. These people have no armor, and the weapons are of different styles. They look like a group of slaves carrying weapons at will into battle. Except their eyes are piercing and longing for something. This kind of gaze made Oss feel palpitations, at least he had never seen such a look on any slave's face.
Behind them are regular infantry soldiers. They wear uniform standard armor and carry swords. Behind the infantry is the Musketeer Squad. These soldiers responsible for long-range attacks are all dressed in dark red clothing, making them look like a blazing flame from a distance. The musketeers were still infantry. Obviously, the commander of the opponent placed the musketeers in a more important position.
This army was in a neat formation, and while advancing towards Fenrir City, it also continuously sent an invisible pressure towards the city. Oss had never seen this kind of staff before, and his little hands were already shaking when he put down the binoculars. He glanced at the others, including Jeff, and their faces were also ugly. Oss couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he wasn't the most timid after all.
The army stopped a few hundred meters away from the city gate, and the fire and gun team at the position of the central army suddenly came out. There were a hundred of them. Each man pointed a gun at the sky obliquely, and then a hundred guns fired together. A single gunshot may not be very loud, but when hundreds of gunshots merged into a soul-shaking sound, even the captain of the guard Jeff shook his fingers.
As for Oss, he simply hugged the captain's thick waist like a frightened deer.
After the gunfire, the musketeers retreated, and the army separated in the middle again. The soldiers on both sides moved a few steps in opposite directions in a uniform manner, forming a passage. In the aisle, a young boy rode forward alone. His silver hair reflected the brilliance in the sun. He raised his head, his red pupils cast a sharp gaze, and swept across the crowd on the top of the city.
When the gaze passed over Oss, the other party's eyes moved slightly, and then turned as usual.
Looking at this lifeless city, looking at the city above the city
Allen couldn't help sighing that these people are like lambs to be slaughtered. As soon as Dulufu died, this territory immediately lost its strength to support it. If it weren't for the fact that it was too barren, it was so barren that other jazz would not even have the desire to carve it up. At this moment, the city of Fenrir must have disappeared long ago.
Putting away his complicated emotions, Allen raised his voice, first announced his name, and then said: "I came on behalf of Earl Auban, and now, I declare that this place has been included in the earl's territory. Fenrir City , I ask you to surrender. If you resist, then my army will crush all opposing voices and crush all disobedient will."
"But before that, I want to say this to the people in this territory. This is a war of nobles, and you as the people are innocent, so I can promise you. People of Fenrir City, if you leave the city If you want to, I can let you leave. If you stand on my side, then I will provide you with sufficient food. I will tell you with practical actions that this territory will be reborn under my rule." Ai Lun rode around in front of the army, and finally said: "This is my kindness, and there is only one chance."
The city of Fernley was silent, and Allen didn't let it stay silent for too long. He said again: "As for the nobles, I can accept your surrender. But if you want to resist..."
Allen glanced at the army behind him and said loudly: "Soldiers, tell them the result of their resistance!"
Eight hundred soldiers shouted in unison: "Death!"
"That's right, my kindness has a limit. My patience also has a limit. Now, I will give you one day. After one day, if the nobles don't surrender, I will launch an attack!"
Allen made a gesture, and the army dispersed, posing a siege pattern, and the hearts of everyone on the top of the city sank.
A haze shrouded the city of Fenrir. In the streets and alleys, in the shadows of the buildings, people whispered to each other, discussing the conditions that Allen offered. There is no doubt that this condition is undoubtedly too generous for civilians. As long as anyone with a normal mind can see that the nobles have no chance of winning, then defecting to Allen is a perfectly normal choice. The only problem was that no one knew whether what the young nobleman said was credible.
The reality in the city is that there is a shortage of food, and the people on the territory are basically concentrated in the city. In normal times, the residents in the city did not have a full meal, not to mention the influx of other citizens now. The food was hoarded by the nobles not long ago, Yaluo didn't care about the life and death of the common people at all, he only cared about himself.
So people who were vacillating between hunger and food couldn't help swallowing when they saw Alan blatantly put a cart of food in front of the battle. This time it was Willick who stood in front of the battle. He patted the food on the car and said: "Our Lord Allen always keeps what he says. Look, there is a car of food in front of your eyes. Here are bread, water , and even dried meat. They’re here, just waiting for you to pick them up!”
Not long after he finished speaking, a man staggered and ran from the side of the city wall, shouting: "I surrender! I surrender, give me something to eat!"
A musketeer on the city wall raised his gun and was about to shoot the man to death. With one hand on his gun, the soldier looked up, but it was his officer.
The officer shook his head and signaled the soldier to put down his gun.
(end of this chapter)