Chapter 570

Hunton, pontine County, rainhand.

The bells of Mithra church ring.

The morning sun rises, and the misty mist is squeezed low over Yushou town. Baron Gary griffman is waiting at the entrance of the town. A group of majestic POTU Knights come to the East Road. These exiles from the southern continent are Gary griffman's last hope.

"Here they are. The Stuka mercenaries, the whole southern part of the yaktec continent, can't find a second mercenary cavalry comparable to these Orientals. With their help, we will be able to resist the attacks of the heretics." The tax official squinted. The cold of late autumn morning made his thin body tremble.

"It's time to arrive. If they don't come, the enemy will have taken my head," said Baron Gary, holding his fist so that his warm fingertips can be wrapped in his warm palms. "Two hundred and seven heavy cavalry, according to their heads, each of them needs eighteen gold coins. Plus the expenses of food and clothing these days, these Potus will eat up my coffers, so if they can't resist them Noodles cult, it's not our life. "

Tearing the gray and black iron curtain, at this moment, the nearby park Tuzhong cavalry is like the curtain picker at the beginning of the epic. The horse's hooves are clattering. When the wind blows only, the crackling sound of the banners is as obvious as the thunder of the distant mountains on a summer night.

The head cavalry captain turned over and dismounted. His heavy body armor wrapped him like an iron bucket. His silver steel helmet was like an olive. There were two T-shaped air vents in his eyes. There were small holes in his mouth and nose. The pathetic and deep eyes of portu man appeared in his pale blue eyes behind his eyes. When he looked at Baron Gary, they suddenly lit up .

Before the two men had time to exchange greetings, a gray carrier pigeon fell down from the northwest sky like a sharp arrow. Next to Baron Gary, his attendant recognized the carrier pigeon and whistled quickly. The gray bird hovered for a while and fell obediently on his arm.

"Another village is empty! Another village occupied by pagans The waiter exclaimed pessimistically, and Baron Gary gave him a slap in the face.

"Shut up, fool!"

When it comes to infidels, the POTU cavalry they invited is even more pagan. What kind of flying face religion seems to come from the native place of yaktec, while the gods of all things that the Potus believe in are completely alien religions.

"Baron Gary rainhand griffman, please take it easy. With our Stuka cavalry, we can definitely keep those bandits out of your sight." The captain of the mercenary spoke fluent northern common language.

Baron Gary muttered in his heart: I don't want to stop them. I want to kill them all. It's a lot of money for you to stay in town one more day.

"Welcome, thank you for your help. Griffman is very grateful to you. Please come to dinner."

The Baron's officials walked in the front. The long cavalry was like a noisy stream. The horse's hooves clattered through the low city gate and passed through the biggest street of the town from east to west. The civilians in the houses on both sides were attracted by the sound and looked out. The bustle of the town's bazaar was also called. People gathered on both sides of the street, as if they were soldiers of honor Spin.

"It's cavalry! Heavy cavalry

The boys looked up at the Knights and imagined their future. The girls leaned on the windowsill. The 17-year-old girls gathered together and looked at the strong man with green eyes.

The mothers pushed their husbands, "is it going to war?"

The men said, "that's great. I've lived all these years just for this day."

In Mithra's church, the nuns finished their prayers and left the hall together. Standing on the hillside, they could see the line in the middle of the town.

"Heretics."

"I hear there's going to be a war."

The priest came out, "yes, one side is a heretic, the other side is a heretic. Our warriors of the sun god were defeated and retreated. You kids are still young. No matter which side wins, don't take the initiative to get close to the army. "

Fourteen nuns want to say more, Mother Teresa's voice came from the kitchen, "dinner's coming!"

The meal after the prayer just soothed the hunger of the believers of the sun god.

In this half hill church, young nuns can clearly observe the changes of the town. Foreign mercenaries lead the town to build fortifications. They set up piles of rolling stones on the originally thin and short stone wall, and set up a platform behind the wall to facilitate the soldiers to go up and down.

Every day, countless carrier pigeons rise and fall in the Lord's castle. Every day, the announcer reads the Baron's orders on the high platform of the town, and tells the trace of those heretic bandits.

In the face of the disaster of swordsmen, the aldimers will raise their weapons in silence, the zaxides will laugh, and the rhetts will secretly pack up their belongings for running.

The priests chanted the classics and the soldiers sang the military songs.

Anyone can see that the atmosphere of Yushou town is becoming more and more tense every minute. Curfew, city gate closed, only allowed in, not allowed out.The day after the arrival of the order of Stuka, November 13, 525.

The announcer said in a high voice: "the thieves who call themselves the God of flying noodles, shameless robbers, they will be defeated by Baron Gary and our strong people!"

Not everyone is eager for war. Even in the northern continent, where war culture is strong, the more people are troubled by war all the year round, the more they cherish peace. No matter what, no one wants their hometown to be occupied.

November 14.

"Those bandits are only 300 miles away from our Yushou Town, but we already have perfect defense measures. We will keep them out of this battle," the announcer said

November 15.

The announcer was very excited. "This morning, the mercenaries from the eastern islands have left the city. They are going to launch a deadly charge against the Heretics in the Western firewood plain. The bandits will be beaten head on!"

This remark won everyone's applause and high praise.

November 16.

The announcer turned pale. "Although our soldiers have encountered some setbacks, please believe that the reliable wall of Yushou town will help us stop the robbers!"

November 17.

The announcer whispered to the women, children and nuns, "it's the devil. It's the fire of the moon. They have mastered the power of the fire. Now they are outside the city. If you want to escape, you should go as soon as possible and go through the north gate."

The nuns went back to the church and looked to the West in the middle of the mountain. A group of soldiers in blue armor were arrayed at a distance of 500 steps from the city gate. From such a distance, all the people gathered in a small group. The blue crystal armor was shining with turbid cold light. However, the captive behind them was a huge group, just like a swarm of bees The ants curled up, only one hand was tied, but no one resisted.

Inside and outside the city is silent.

The air is so dull.

Nuns huddle together like pups in the winter wind. They are noisy.

Feimianjiao's team rushed to the front of the gate and called out, "open the gate quickly and surrender!"

The majestic military officer stood at the head of the city and said, "surrender? We can defend till we die! "

When the negotiation broke down, a bonfire was lit in front of the siege team. The blue fire was like the reflection of the moon in the late night, and then the church bell rang.

In a flash, the meteor like flaming plume across the air, fireball fell on the city gate, violent explosion will open a big hole in the stone wall, miscellaneous debris flew into the town, knocked down houses, scream straight into the sky.

The priest stood in the bell tower and yelled to the nuns, "run! Run away! Run! Don't get caught, don't stop! "

Lu Zhengkang yelled in front of the Army: "kill all those who resist! Tie all the people up! The old rule is that the heretics will be beheaded in the town