Just because Glenn doesn't care doesn't mean that others don't care either.
The three knight captains of the Guards fought first. Although Velax and Porus respected the older Captain Philo, Philo and the two captains were also old friends who had fought side by side for decades. However, they refused to give in. Polite discussions always seem ridiculous, and no one will give up willingly. After words could not resolve the issue, the Guards broke out in their annual Harvest Festival gang fight.
Even Glenn had to accept this reality. The craziest people in the Harvest Festival are probably these soldiers of the Guards. Of course, it also includes the First Squadron and his friends, the most enthusiastic and energetic one in the Harvest Festival gang fight, the big man Vika.
This is the fifth Harvest Festival since Prince Mars became the leader of the Blue Eagle Guards, and it is also the busiest time every year since Yogana became the Sheriff of the capital. It has been like this for five years.
Lord Yogana used to enjoy the Harvest Festival, as did all the citizens of Barbkle. It can even be said that no one loves the Harvest Festival more than him.
He can command his security forces to patrol the streets and alleys of the royal city day and night. Even if a thief or thief is not discovered, he still enjoys it. At least, he felt happy when he yelled at those guys who were forgetful, unruly and running around in the streets.
Of course! Without his diligence and hard work, the order of the Harvest Festival would have been disrupted by those crazy guys!
But since the young prince took charge of the kingdom's Guards Corps, Lord Yogana discovered that his happiness could no longer be found during the Harvest Festival, which made everyone crazy and happy. In the end, all that was left of his harvest festival was madness.
He has begun to gradually fear the arrival of the festival. In his eyes, if there are really Harvest Festival bandits, they are probably much more elegant and kind than those soldiers of the Guards.
These proud Guards soldiers, their battle to be the vanguard of the honor guard, has long since spread from the military camp to every corner of the city. They fight on the streets, in taverns, in markets where chickens and dogs are howling restlessly, even in halls or queues where weddings and funerals are being held, and they fight over disagreements. For these young soldiers, the competition for the Harvest Festival Honor Guard is the best occasion to demonstrate their strength during the peaceful Harvest Festival. Moreover, there is no need to worry about being punished by military discipline and the laws of the kingdom. They were able to win over their opponents with their bare hands, not to mention the applause of more citizens watching the excitement.
Soldiers in small groups are always followed by countless spectators. Once you meet an opponent from another squadron, it is unthinkable to say hello with nice words, and a fierce fight will immediately break out. Those with a smaller number will soon be bruised and bruised, but no one will run away. Because more soldiers will get the news and join the melee one after another.
At this time, the vegetable market in the royal city is also booming, and eggs and rotten vegetable leaves will become the hottest commodities. After selling basket after basket, the vegetable vendors counted the money in their hands with smiles and joined the cheering onlookers, completely ignoring the vegetable leaves and eggs flying above their heads and falling on their heads.
When the royal city was in chaos, there were many people who were more busy and nervous than the soldiers of the Guards. For example, like the drunkards at the Blueberry Tavern.
During this season, people in all the taverns in the royal city will spontaneously form small groups and place bets on which squadron can carry the blue eagle flag and become the guard of honor. This situation has occurred many times in the past. But now, the drunkards found themselves in big trouble.
All the people supported their friend "Big Vika" like never before. Then, they sadly realize that even if they both win, it means nothing. Because there is no opponent in this bet, there is no winner or loser.
When they were angry and irritated, they had an idea and involuntarily selected a few people they thought the big man Vika hated the most, and forced them to become the enemies of Barb Clay's King of Hunters.
The unfortunate fellows were dejected. Little groom Bendik even declared loudly that he was the one who loved Big Vika the most in this city! But everyone ignored him.
Now it’s finally over, and the betting can finally begin!
The most unlucky ones are those who are forced to invest money in bets that they know will lose. Lord Yogana and his security guards also had a hard time.
The formerly deserted Sheriff's Office has long been occupied by innocent people affected by various chaotic scenes.
The beautiful floral skirts of the two girls were forcibly painted with a golden color by the rotten eggs, coupled with the nauseating stench. The girls were so angry that they cried and grabbed the Sheriff's hand and demanded compensation from him.
Several small shopkeepers who were usually kind and polite to Master Yogana, their door panels were accidentally knocked and scattered on the ground by the soldiers when they fell, making them more messy than ears of grain hit by hail.
A noble lady's carriage was blocked by lawless soldiers rolling around the streets. It is said that the screams of the noble and beautiful lady when she was frightened even drowned out the shouts of the Guards during the fight. Moreover, the woman had fainted several times - or so her servant said. Therefore, this servant would not let go of the hand that had been holding Master Yogana's sleeve until he saw the security guards going to rescue his mistress.
There were also several holes in the majestic and beautiful robe of the high-sounding clerk. He tried to argue with the Guards, but he was quickly chased away by the onlookers and had nowhere to redress his grievances. If you can come to the Sheriff, read the legal provisions in a serious manner and ask him to make decisions for the people.
As for a few rotten eggs from the famous Harvest Festival that flew in through someone’s window, they ended up in the rice bowls of children who were looking forward to going crazy during the Harvest Festival. Their cries were even louder than when they were just born. Even louder.
What's more, some villains took advantage of the situation and brought in some rotten vegetables. The pile was higher than the threshold for punishing crimes in the department, and they kept asking the sheriff to buy these. During the fight between the Guards, Stampede losses.
As for the number of pots and jars broken during harvest festival gang fights, they are countless. Such bad incidents happened one after another, leaving Master Yogana speechless and having a headache.
In the past, these people came to the enforcer of the law for help, which was exactly what he wanted. The capital's police chief, who hates evil, has long gone straight to those villains with righteous indignation, and will not stop until he catches them all in his prison!
But now, he allowed these sissy men to surround him, tearing at his sleeves and collar, sobbing and accusing him, but he could only bar his teeth and grin, with his face flushed in a daze.
Even though the Sheriff still had the ambition to punish evil and eradicate evil in his heart, he saw the security soldiers under him, but they were timid and lowered their heads, not even daring to look at him. They were frightened by the oncoming victims. Have to scatter and hide. The Sheriff sighed bitterly, but there was nothing he could do.
Several frightened girls cried pitifully and asked the sheriff to compensate them for their floral dresses. Several old women were holding diapers wrapped in infants who were under one month old and howling in their hands. They even asked the harried law enforcers to pay compensation on their behalf.
The Sheriff's face turned redder than the crest on the head of an angry rooster in the city. He really couldn't stand the solemn official office being turned into a mess by these people, and it was even more unbearable for him to stand the dignified police chief of the capital being held hostage by these unruly people under his jurisdiction.
"That's enough!" he yelled angrily, "I know! I know!"
A young groom staggered over and stretched out a hand from the chaotic crowd, crying and shouting: "Sir, please help me!"
Master Yogana threw his hand away, but there were still more people clinging to him, as if he was the thug whom these accusations of hatred were referring to. He asked viciously: "What's wrong with you? Could it be that your mother or your sister's beautiful skirt was also torn to pieces by those hateful soldiers? You are a man. Isn't it normal for something to happen during the harvest festival? You'll just cry like a pussy. Can't you figure it out on your own?"
"I also want to solve it myself, sir!" The young groom cried hard when he saw it. "But that soldier seemed to be a small leader, and he had dozens of people with him. They blocked the street, and the customer I brought complained that I delayed his schedule, and didn't want to give me any money. Sir, my guest is We came all the way from the Demon Feather Country to do business at the Harvest Festival Fair. The majestic royal city is in such a state of chaos. How can our Apodoli’s face be saved? Where can our great king’s face be saved? Sheriff, where is your face? Save it?"
When he heard that dozens of Guardsmen were fighting again, Master Yogana couldn't help but "hiss" and only sucked in the cold air from his mouth. Seeing the embarrassment on the face of the Sheriff, the young groom burst into tears: "I know that guy, he is lawless and unreasonable. I don't think anyone except the Sheriff can deal with Barclay." Got him."
Master Yogana barely restrained his anger and asked with a blushing face: "Then, what is the name of the guy who made a young man like you cry shamelessly for a foot money?"
"Sir, you will know his name as soon as I tell you. He is the most powerful hunter in Barb Clay - Big Vika, Trinville."
Lord Yogana suddenly became dizzy with anger when he heard this name. This guy actually dares to act recklessly under the eyes of the Sheriff! Even if he is a member of the Guards and has made great contributions, so what? The sacred duty of the Sheriff is to fight crime and put the heaviest shackles on those thugs!
Apart from this, there is no act of justice that can better demonstrate the majesty of the law!
He cleanly shook off the hands that were holding him, and yelled: "Don't cry or make trouble! I am the Sheriff of the capital, and in the name of His Majesty the wise King, I will definitely give you justice!" "He shouted again to the embarrassed security guards, "Hurry up and bring your weapons, and give me all the ropes you can find! The citizens of Barbuckle need us. I can't bear these atrocities anymore. Let’s go and arrest this big man Vika! How can he show the dignity of the law unless he is sentenced to six months of hard labor!”
But the security guards are being tortured by countless victims and are suffering unspeakably. Someone had the courage to ask in a low voice: "Sir, do we really want to catch the big man Vika? He is not easy to mess with. It is said that this time he killed a total of twenty or thirty pirates alone!"
The security guards couldn't help but tremble when they heard this. The Sheriff drew out his sword and said with a ferocious smile: "Then I will send you all to the quarry! Six months!"
Everyone saw the incarnation of justice again. Their sheriff was indeed a hero who was not afraid of rape! Amidst the cheers, the security soldiers followed Master Yogana, running like rats to catch the thugs!
The crowded and chaotic Sheriff's Office instantly returned to its original appearance, deserted and a bit ridiculous. No one noticed that the sad little groom had already disappeared without a trace.
As soon as he stepped through the door of the Blueberry Tavern, Bendick laughed and shouted: "Okay, okay."
Everyone was impatient for a long time and asked immediately: "Bendick, how is the matter?"
"Don't worry. As soon as I tell you that the big man Vika is fighting in a group in the market, Master Yogana can't bear it! He led dozens of security guards to arrest Trinville."
"Hahaha. Let me tell you, as long as the big man Vika is here, the Sheriff will definitely be so angry that he forgets how to be afraid!" The drinkers beamed and praised him for his reliable work. Then they started a new round of harvest festival bets.
The young groom came over with a flattering smile and asked, "Can I bet on Trinville to win this time?"
"No!" The drunkards showed no pity for the young groom who had just completed the task of angering the Sheriff and excluded him. "We are all friends of Big Vika! And you will only embarrass your nanny! How can you expect our Big Vika to win? Don't even think about it! Of course you can only buy Master Yogana to win. !" They laughed. Therefore, the young groom really felt more aggrieved this time than crying in front of the Sheriff.
Trinville didn't care that he had become a bet for those drunkards and idlers to relieve their boredom! He really couldn't care less!
Dozens or hundreds of Guardsmen have turned the already bustling market into a chaotic melee. Even the most vulgar devils are ashamed to see this scene. But the heroic Guards were fighting fiercely, and there was no winner at all. The Guards soldiers who were usually the most proud didn't care about their own dignity - their helmets fell on the ground and they had no time to pick them up, and their boots that were pulled off even flew up to the eaves. They also elegantly persuaded their opponents not to try to fight back, but to surrender obediently. But he punched every opponent standing in front of him.
The joy brought by fighting at will like this cannot be compared with catching three or two little thieves! Anyway, that’s what Trinville thinks! He had seen the soldiers fighting in the Harvest Festival before, but he didn't expect that one day, he would become a member of the melee.
Grinning widely, he rushed into the chaotic crowd, grabbed the belts of two men, and shouted. Then, the two soldiers who were originally hugging each other and beating each other until they were stunned were thrown to the ground by him.
Hearing the scream of "Ouch, ouch", the big man Vika trembled with excitement, which was even more exciting than the cold wine drank by Blueberry Daddy just after finishing work under the scorching sun. However, he soon became impatient.
What does it look like to fight with such cowardice! Anyway, at this moment, he must not be able to tell who is the accomplice of the First Squadron, and who is the enemy who overestimates his ability and wants to snatch the Blue Eagle Flag from them.
The more he fought, the more excited he became. He casually grabbed a few vegetable baskets from the side and put them on the heads of the people who rolled to his feet without any explanation.
"Ouch. Damn Trinville! Wrong, it's me!"
"Huh? Who are you?" He laughed, but he showed no intention of stopping the action of putting the basket on his hands.
"I'm Kyle from the 1st Squadron! Stop! You idiot!" The person he held tightly reminded him loudly while saying "Ouch".
"Alas. I'm sorry, man. But I can't recognize you with your bruised nose and face covered in dirt! You can't be an impostor, right?" As he said this, he punched him deeply apologetically. Brother Kyle knocked him to the ground with his basket.
While he was talking, he had already subdued three or four people with baskets. He was suddenly amused when he saw them rolling on the ground, cursing constantly but not expecting to stand up. But the useless baskets were hard to find. The good guy obviously didn't want such a fun thing to stop, so several more baskets were immediately thrown at his feet. Trinville laughed loudly and followed the same pattern, hooding the two people's heads and throwing them to roll around on the ground without distinguishing between friend and foe, causing everyone to exclaim and cheer.
Seeing the big man Vika again groping for the vegetable basket that brought him and the audience endless happiness, the stingy vegetable sellers ran away with the baskets regardless of the contemptuous and mocking eyes of the onlookers. The soldiers of the Guards who were fighting in a melee just now were also confused. They couldn't tell whether the big man had abandoned the light and turned to darkness or whether he had gone crazy. They were afraid to avoid him when they saw him charging towards them. For a moment, the crowd burst into laughter.
Suddenly, the spectators burst into even louder cheers and applause. Trinville triumphantly wanted to wave and repay everyone's appreciation, but he heard people shouting excitedly: "Lord Yogana is here! He and his security guards are here!"
Trinville's face turned red with embarrassment. How could he have imagined that the most popular person in this melee was not him! What he didn't even expect was that the audience's love for Yogana and his security soldiers came from the bottom of their hearts.
Although there is no doubt that the Guards gang fight at the Harvest Festival is extremely exciting. The citizens of Barbuckle tolerated the occasional absurdities of their beloved Guardsmen. But the Guards kept their heads down and started fighting with fists and kicks. The excitement was lively enough, but the citizens always felt that something was missing.
Soon, they all knew something was missing!
At first, they expressed great dissatisfaction with Master Yogana and his security forces for arbitrarily obstructing the fight for honor among the Guards. Gradually, they discovered that the melees between the Guards often became more exciting and interesting after Yogana and his security guards joined them.
Because the creed of the Guards is deeply rooted in the heart of every soldier. They will never allow anyone outside the Blue Eagles to bully them! Therefore, from the very beginning, Lord Yogana's just act of maintaining law and order in the royal city was counterattacked by the Guards. After several battles, Lord Yogana's security soldiers were no match for the well-trained Guards! After experiencing the suffering of the Guards soldiers several times, the security guards have sadly regarded the Harvest Festival as their Good Friday.
Although Lord Yogana, who hates evil, regards this as a great shame and humiliation, even he no longer dares to easily intervene in the disputes within the Blue Eagle Legion. As for the good-hearted citizens of Barbukele, they no longer had the opportunity to appreciate the security guards. Instead, they were united by the Guards who were supposed to stop the arrests, and they fled in panic.
The annual melee can indeed bring a lot of happiness to the citizens, but if there are no mournful security guards joining in, it will be a fly in the ointment anyway.
This is something that the big man Vika would never have imagined.
The crowd was so noisy that they were barely whispering. They all laughed loudly and talked about it: "I didn't expect it! Our Sheriff and his idiots have become bolder again."
"That's right. It seems like I haven't seen Master Yogana coming to cause trouble for the Guards for a long time. I must have a few more drinks soon!"
"Guess he won't be spanked by the Guards again this time, right?"
"Oh, stop talking. Anyway, our Lord Sheriff is in trouble again."
"Who says otherwise? But Master Yogana is really brave this time. Doesn't he know that the big man Vika has also joined the Guards?"
More people looked at poor Lord Yogana with compassionate hearts.
Yogana saw from a distance that the big man Vika was making a show of himself amidst the cheers of the crowd. He was so angry that his hands and feet were numb and he could hardly breathe. Although he knew that the crowd's cheers were definitely not expecting him to take action to punish these misbehaving soldiers, the pity in their eyes and the look of waiting for a good show were the real reasons for their cheers.
The crowd moved out of the way, and Yogana did not expect to be able to rush into the fighting crowd without any hindrance. He hurriedly stopped and looked back, but few of his men dared to join him in the crisis. He couldn't help but feel angry, anxious and guilty. But the brave Lord Yogana didn't care much anymore - now that he had rushed over, it was too late to regret.
He waved his long sword and pointed it at the chest of the big man Vika, and stammered: "I...I...in the name of the sacred laws of the kingdom, I declare to arrest...arrest you! Trinville, you can't run away this time. Got it!"
Trinville's face turned red with anger. He was proudly showing off his skills on the streets of Barbuclai, and you must know that there were many of his friends among the crowd watching. But he didn't expect that the good times would not last long. Yogana and his security guards rushed over to disturb his mood. How could he be willing to let go of Lord Yogana!
He folded his hands in front of his chest, looked at the righteous cold sword with his lips pouted, and snorted. "Lord Sheriff, it turns out it's you! But, what charges are you going to accuse me of this time?"
The corners of Yogana's mouth twitched, and Trinviel's indifferent look in the face of the sharp sword almost angered him again. He said viciously: "No crime is too high for a thug like you. If you really want to know, go to the Public Security Bureau and see for yourself. The people there can give you many answers." "
Trinville was so angry that he laughed. Yogana's hands and feet were obviously trembling, ready to turn around and run away at any moment, but he was still threatening himself with his sharp teeth.
"Okay, dear Sheriff. But it's not that easy to arrest me! My brothers in the Guards will not allow you."
The audience can't wait. Someone was shouting: "Stop talking nonsense, let's fight!"
Suddenly, someone shouted loudly: "A silver coin! I bet the big man Vika will win!" The sudden shout made the sheriff take a few steps back and his face turned redder with embarrassment.
Suddenly, the crowd was restless and laughing, and more people were shouting: "Big man Vika wins! I bet a silver coin!"
"Two! Big Vika!"
"..."
Trinville was greatly encouraged. Sure enough, everyone in Barbuckle loves him! He raised his hands to thank his supporters. He laughed and said: "In the name of the wine in the Blueberry Tavern's cellar, I bet that all the good friends here can win a big glass!"
His eyes showed the usual mockery of Yogana again, and the sword in his hand could not help but tremble slightly. It was such a shame to hear everyone making fun of him for his failure!
"Hurry up and take action!" The audience laughed and encouraged the Wangcheng Sheriff, "Why don't you take action yet? Do you think our bet is too small!"
However, his soldiers were still hiding far behind. There were also dozens of Guards soldiers around Trinville and at his feet. Lord Yogana was so frightened that he almost turned around and ran away. Trinville was getting more and more proud.
Suddenly, he shouted: "Brothers of the Guards, let us show some color to this courageous Lord Sheriff."
However, there was silence all around. The audience also held their breath.
The big man Vika was already eager to try, but when he saw no one responded, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He shouted again: "Brothers of the First Squadron, where are you?"
"Damn Trinville, you almost stepped on me."
"Am I there? Let me think about it - oh, wasn't I put in the basket by you?"
"Damn it! I can't move."
"Me too."
"This guy is unforgivable! Ouch..."
The Guards have always shared the same hatred and determination. But Trinville just cared about his own happiness, and as a result, not even the brothers in the First Squadron knew that he had put some of them into the dropped vegetable basket for fun. So when they saw the security soldiers coming to cause trouble, everyone was happy to stand by and watch. Just waiting for the soldiers from other squadrons and the security guards to teach the big man Vika a lesson!
After getting a hint from the First Squadron, the Guards soldiers who had just been beaten up by Trinville were all gearing up, laughing and slowly surrounding them.
Everyone was stunned! The big Vika is alone. Can he still be able to defeat ten or one hundred?
However, the people of Babukole believe that their hero, the big man Vika, will never let them down at any time! They are ready to give him the warmest applause!
Suddenly, Trinville shouted, flew up with a kick, and smashed a bamboo basket towards the rushing Guards. He rushed towards the crowd.
Wonderful! This is an unprecedented scene! They only wanted to see the fight between the Guards and the Guards or the Guards and the security soldiers, but they had never seen the Guards and the security soldiers fighting together against another Guards!
The audience went crazy! They will witness the majesty of the big man Vika, who wants to challenge the joint attack of the Guards and the security forces alone!
However, their big man Vika turned around and ran away like the wind!
The audience was stunned for a moment, but instead gave even more crazy and noisy cheers! The big man Vika, who in their eyes was fearless and dared to fight against gods and demons, ran away! This is even more unique.
"Lord Sheriff, stop being dazed. Big Vika has run away!"
Everyone laughed and followed the Guardsmen who were galloping in pursuit. They would never look back unless they took a look at the excitement!
The situation took a turn for the worse. Just now, I was lamenting in my heart that the Sheriff of the capital was mocked by these ignorant people and despised by the Guards. In the blink of an eye, he was supported by so many people! He is indeed the embodiment of justice and law!
Yogana waved the sword in his hand, turned around and shouted fiercely at his security guards: "Hurry up and chase me! If you let Trinville run away, I will send you all to the quarry - Twelve Months!”
Trinville fled, and the whole street of Barbuckle became lively, and people gathered together to talk. Countless windows on the street also opened at the sound to watch the breathtaking scene.
More people followed behind the Guards and security soldiers, and the elderly, women and children were not far behind. Someone saw the big man Vika running closer and holding a large glass of cool dark beer and handed it to him: "Trinville, I bet you will be caught by them. Don't be impatient, slow down. Drink slowly.”
Trinville was so angry that he drank the wine in one gulp.
Even though their big man Vika was running away with his head in his arms, the people who loved him were still praising him: "He is worthy of being born in a blacksmith shop. Even the iron blocks run quieter than him. He is simply telling others People say - I'm here, come after me."
Others are more keen on whether their bets can continue. So someone was shouting: "One silver coin! I bet not a single rabbit in Apodoli can catch the big man Vika!"
Even this excitement still cannot satisfy everyone! Some people who didn't know what was going on or who were deliberately making noise started shouting: "Catch the thief! Catch the robber!"
Everyone who heard it burst out laughing, causing their legs to feel sore and weak, but they still kept up the energy to pursue him. Trinville rolled his eyes when he heard it. However, he really can't bear to settle accounts with these people who slandered him now!
The flustered big man Vika became the target of public criticism in the whole city, and there were people everywhere looking at him with smiles. Trinville's face turned red with shame, but right now he just wanted to run for his life. The guards and security guards who were chasing after him rarely allowed the big man Vika to run away in panic. Such an opportunity was only available in his life, so how could they let it go so easily?
Trinville panicked and ran to a small road in front of the city hall. There were no fewer people there than those chasing and watching him. But, for some reason, people were very quiet.
He had no time to take a closer look, so he quickened his pace and ran past a slowly moving carriage. He didn't even hear the scolding of the gorgeously dressed coachman, and he didn't see the girl who opened the curtain and was still laughing. . Of course, he didn't see the acacia badge on the exquisite carriage.
