Luke spent a lot of effort and repeatedly swore in the name of the Lord, and finally persuaded the resident priest to organize the civilians to evacuate, although the latter was still dubious about Luke's words.
After convincing the resident priest, the Blessed One set off. He walked to various streets, wanting to convey the news of the massacre as soon as possible. With his kindness as a true believer, he thought that saving even one more person would be a gift to the Lord. mass.
Luke walked down the road, shouting the news of the massacre.
"Father, is it true? Are they really going to the city to massacre?" asked a mother with a plain headscarf on her head and a vegetable basket with dried mushrooms in her hand.
Her son hid behind her, a little shy and timid when facing strangers.
"I swear in the name of the Lord, leave quickly! The massacre is about to happen!" Luke promised his mother who was doubtful.
"B-but... why are we all true believers and Fudusan people? Aren't they afraid of going to hell?" Seeing him swearing so confidently, the mother showed panic.
"They will regard this as a gift from God to them, as a gift from God to them!"
Luke spoke quickly and used all his eloquence to persuade the mother and son to leave.
"Greed and desire dominate them, and the fire of hell is tempting them, causing them to forget the scriptures! Let's go quickly, don't get caught up in these hellish beasts!"
After hearing these words, the mother clasped her hands and prayed for the Lord's blessing. Then she quickly picked up her son and returned home to clean up her belongings.
Luke continued to shout in the street.
"The massacre! The massacre is coming! Those people who are going to hell will be plundered!"
Luke shouted, vouching for the name of the Lord.
Many people poked their heads out of their homes and looked at the calling priest suspiciously, but only a few came up to ask what was going on.
"Father, how did you know there would be a massacre?" someone asked.
Luke was stunned for a moment, and he hurriedly said: "This is what I saw!"
Er, the man continued to ask, asking Luke if he saw anyone bleeding and if he saw any civilians dead. If so, how many people died? How many others were injured? How many more people were robbed? ...
After all kinds of detailed questions, Luke could hardly answer any of them.
The destiny Luke saw was vague and lacked details, and at this moment when every second counted, he couldn't explain it clearly to the person in front of him.
The person who asked the question retorted: "Father, you are so unfounded!"
"The massacre is really coming!" Luke said urgently.
"It's useless to rely on your words alone. How can we abandon our family's belongings just because of your words? Go back to church, Father!"
After speaking, the questioner waved his hand to the other suspicious people and declared that the priest was frightened and that everything he said had no basis.
Luke was very anxious at this time. He could see his fate and could not be indifferent to it, but not many people were willing to listen to his warning.
The blessed ones are still human beings, and their faces no longer show the indifference of those who preached and preached the Bible in the past. Instead, they show anger because those people are unwilling to listen to the warning, and along with it is a deep sense of powerlessness.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think that if he were a secular lord and could carve out dozens of knights' fiefs under his command, he could use armed force to force these people out of the city, instead of the current situation where there are only a few knights. People are willing to listen to warnings.
However, he is now just a priest, a church noble in the eyes of mediocre people!
"Are you really going to have your lives taken away by those who go to hell?! How can there be any gods in the eyes of people with red eyes?!"
Luke cursed silently at the civilians hiding in their homes.
At this moment, Luke saw the mother and son. The mother took her son and hurried out of the city.
Luke's anger was a little relieved, and finally someone could listen to his words.
The Blessed One did not notice that a huge blood-red flag appeared vaguely in the air.
Even if he saw it, Luke didn't know that it was the flag of the Shaqipo people, let alone that the Shaqipo people were even far more savage than the Leyton people.
When the mother and son came to the intersection,
Luke heard a series of hoofbeats, like the trumpets of death.
He hurriedly recited ancient sayings in an attempt to see the fate of mother and son.
However it was too late.
A Shaqipo man with a scarred face and wolf skin armor appeared in the distance at the intersection.
Shaqipo Man chased the whistle and looked at the mother and son as if looking at a plaything.
Carrying a gun, charging, and thrusting.
The brutal movements accelerated as the horses approached the mother and son very quickly.
The mother also heard the horseshoes. She turned around and saw the Shaqipo people rushing towards them at great speed.
Panicked, distraught... the mother's expression changed rapidly.
The mother knelt down and held her son tightly in her arms before the spear arrived.
The spear rushed over quickly, and the tip of the spear was red, which was the blood of the defenders.
Then, the spear in the Shaqipo man's hand broke due to the charge, and the mother and son were pierced in the chest by the same spear.
The mother's mouth was full of blood. She fell to the ground holding her child, moaning helplessly, as if she was crying and wailing.
Luke looked at this bloody scene, and he was completely stunned.
This is like a prelude to the end.
The Shaqipo man, who was covered in blood, turned his horse's head and took out a scimitar. He looked at Luke, licked his lips, and pointed provocatively at the lifeless body on the ground.
Before Luke could react, the Shaqipo man slapped the horse with the back of his sword and charged straight towards him.
The Blessed One looked at the rapidly approaching blade, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Death was approaching, but his legs were stiff.
"Father!"
A defender suddenly rushed out of the alley. After shouting, he raised his spear and stabbed the Shaqipo people.
Shaqipoman obviously did not expect this, and he hurriedly tightened the reins of his horse.
This was still a step too late, and the defender pierced his throat with one shot. The horses neighed and fled forward in fright.
The body of the Shaqipo man fell down from his horse in the bumps. jj?y.??br>
"Arius?"
Luke, who had saved his life, gasped and looked at the defender.
Luke recognized him as the guard who opened the door for him the night he came to Marton River City.
"The enemy has invaded the city. Come with me quickly, Father! Get out of here! Go to the castle, where you can still hold on!"
Yaliu explained hurriedly, almost slurring his words.
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Half a day after the city wall was breached, Duke Androff and Laurent retreated to the castle in the city.
Except for the defenders, only a small number of civilians in the castle fled into it, and almost the entire city fell into the hands of the Fudusan people in an instant.
The defenders suffered heavy losses, but under the command of the Duke, the retreat was still orderly, and several pursuits by the Fudusan and Shaqipo people were repelled.
After the enemy entered the city, they poured out their anger at the failed siege a few days ago on the civilians in the city and began to plunder.
As a result, the defenders had some breathing time after retreating to the castle.
Duke Androff worked intensively to deploy the defenses. Although the castle had been abandoned for a long time, the stone bricks could often withstand the wind and rain.
In addition, the terrain of the castle is quite high, and there are not many defensive points. It is possible to concentrate troops, and the road to attack the city is narrow... Due to various factors, for a while, the small group of troops who were pursuing were blocked at the city gate by flying arrows and stones. Apart from that, I had to retreat temporarily.
Despite this, Duke Androff and Lauren still had no time to catch their breath.
There are not many defenders who have not retreated to the castle.
For this reason, Laurent had to personally lead the Leyton people, starting from the castle, fighting all the way out, and assisting the surrounding defenders to enter the castle.
When Duke Coan, the commander of the Fordusans, recovered from the joy of the enemy's defeat, Laurent had already taken over one-third of the remaining defenders and retreated into the castle.
Duke Coan quickly organized his infantry to attack the castle.
However, Duke Androff had already deployed a simple but complete defense in a short period of time.
As most of the Fudusan soldiers were looting everywhere, they had no time to gather their forces. They retreated in the face of the castle's defense, leaving dozens of corpses behind.
Duke Coan had to order a retreat, and instead ordered people to surround the castle, neither allowing a single defender to enter nor allowing a single defender to escape.
"We are safe for now..."
At nightfall, the enemy did not organize a large-scale attack on the castle, and Prince Androff breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the time-honored city at his feet, the torches at each sentry post were lit and flickering at night, making the entire castle look impregnable.
There are not many wide roads in Marton River City, and the counterweight trebuchet is too large to push into the city. This castle may be more stable than the outer city walls...
Prince Androff tried his best to comfort himself at this time.
The Duke looked at the messy Marton River City. The smell of ashes spread in the air. It was obvious that... the Fordusans had already burned, killed and looted the city.
Duke Andeff, who has experienced many battles, knows that this is a normal situation. When the siege team goes through all the troubles to capture the city, it is often accompanied by large-scale burning, killing and looting.
Even if the people in front of them are of their own race, they are true believers who have the same faith as themselves.
Lauren was covered in blood and his face was tense.
"We are safe for now..."
Prince Androff repeated to him.
Luo Lun nodded slowly. He had just counted the number of people... There were only more than a thousand troops left out of the original two thousand. The remaining people were either confirmed dead or missing.
This is not a heavy loss.
Even the brave and skilled Leidun people now only have more than 200 people left.
"What should we do next?" Laurent asked, although the third prince vaguely knew the answer.
"Stay here... until the king sends troops to help, or until the enemy forces leave." Duke Andev said bitterly.
The castle at the foot is called Temerry Castle, which means thunder in the native language, and can also be called Thunder Castle.
"Is there any other way?" Laurent looked at the dusty stone bricks under his feet. They seemed to reveal the history of the castle.
Thunder Castle is an isolated city.
Duke Andev lowered his head and said helplessly: "You won't be willing to listen, Laurent, and neither will you Leiden people."
The words fell to his ears, and Laurent immediately understood what they meant.
surrender.
Surrendered to the Fordusans and paid a sky-high ransom in exchange for the defenders leaving the city.
According to the tradition of the Redon people who do not want to surrender, they would rather die in battle than surrender to the enemy.
Laurent was silent.
"We can only stay here for the time being." Duke Androff sighed heavily.
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On the second day after the defenders retreated into the castle, gray smoke from the flames curled up throughout the city of Marton River.
Laurent looked at the terrifying smoke and dust, which continued to float towards the sky, as if he heard countless miserable wails.
The plundering of the Fudusan people and the Shaqipo people is not over yet, or in other words, it has just begun.
By the afternoon, even standing on the wall of Thunder Castle, Lauren could vaguely smell the fishy smell of blood.
Gunpowder smoke rose everywhere in the city, and hundreds of innocent souls seemed to follow the gunpowder smoke to the world after death.
Under the command of Duke Androff, the chaplains of the army organized a huge evening prayer. The soldiers gathered in the square, constantly promising them the hope of life and a seat in heaven.
The morale of the defenders was gradually restored a little by the sound of hundreds of sutras.
Behind the sound of the scriptures, Duke Androff had to face the problem of water and food in the castle.
There is only one well in Thunder Castle, and it is in disrepair. Even after repairs, it will be difficult to meet the needs of the soldiers in the city for a long time.
As for food, even if there is food in the fort, the situation is not much better.
Under such a severe situation, Duke Androff had to organize a group of veteran sergeants to go out at night to search for supplies, and try to bring back some food, grass, water and wine before the enemy's siege was tight enough.
In two consecutive days, the veteran sergeants brought back corresponding supplies. Although this was only a drop in the bucket compared to the long-term consumption, it was better than nothing.
For this reason, Prince Androff prayed devoutly for God's blessing every night.
However, the gods did not seem to favor the defenders.
On the third day when they went out to look for food, the veteran sergeants who were looking for food encountered an enemy attack. After losing half of their troops, they managed to escape back to the city with the supplies.
Duke Coan of Verdusan discovered the movements of the defenders.
Correspondingly, there is the strict guarding of various streets by the Fudusan people, and the constant coming and going of torches in the ghost town-like city at night.
The Verdusan people almost completely blocked the castle's routes out in search of supplies.
The other defenders were not too worried about supplies, but both Duke Andoff and Laurent realized that the danger in front of them had been silently magnified.
The two of them could only suppress their despair and try their best to keep the appearance of victory in front of others.
"We have not completely lost Marton River City. We have been holding it for almost a month now. If we hold on for a little longer, the king's reinforcements will arrive. Soldiers, the Lord will protect us and punish our enemies!"
After an evening prayer, Prince Androff shouted this loudly in front of everyone to boost the morale of the defenders.
The enemy has not launched a large-scale attack on Thunder Castle for several days, and the defenders have begun to recover from the failure of the wall collapse.
On the fifth day after the defenders retreated to Thunder Castle, Duke Andeff received a report from the sentry that the Fordusans were carrying ladders in large numbers and were about to storm Thunder Castle and massacre the stubbornly resisting defenders.
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