Uriu's sudden shot shattered everyone's luck.

The people outside the farm did not expect to be attacked suddenly, and many people inside who were holding only to force the other party to retreat were completely shot and completely lost their way out.

Even Elliot was shocked by the sudden change. His face, which had always been relaxed and comfortable, had completely froze at this time. Looking at Alexander's expression, it seemed as if he suddenly realized that he had swallowed a gecko as ugly as it was.

"This man is crazy." The first thing that flashed through Elliot's mind was this idea. The habit he had formed over the years was as deeply rooted as Berry, who believed that unless it was a war with the pagans, the battle that was completely fighting to the death was really stupid. The war between the nobles should be appropriate and restrained, and even if anyone was too cruel to the enemy, he might be condemned by others.

So what Elliot knows is not so much a war, but rather a performance of both sides showing their strength. They use various strict formations, majestic flags and bright and beautiful costumes provided to the soldiers to swear their determination and courage to their opponents, and the standard for their victory is who chooses to take off because he loses the courage, rather than being killed directly on the battlefield.

At least most wars are like this, and everyone seems willing to obey this game-like war rules.

Even when one battle ends and the other has not yet begun, the nobles of the two sides who were originally confronting may take time to find a place to get together for two drinks, or discuss some fashionable art that is currently popular in big cities such as Venice, Milan or Bologna. This is the war for the Italians, elegant and restrained.

But now, a guy who was like a beast coming out of the jungle suddenly destroyed all this!

For some reason, Elliot had an illusion that the shot that had just been fired might completely break the war that was elegant and restrained, but full of tenderness and procrastination. A good day that belonged to the "golden age" for some people may be gone forever.

Elliott's thoughts only flashed in his mind, and he immediately looked outside.

The unlucky guy who was beaten was not dead. He was obviously injured on his face. He fell to the ground with his face in both hands and kept rolling. The shrill scream made the people on both sides secretly shocked.

The people who had escaped a long time finally stopped, and then two of them turned back. They first got off the horse from afar, and then held their hands high and walked slowly towards the man.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Alexander, and then looked back at Uriu, whose muskets had been reinstalled on the roof.

The Moors put the musket on their shoulders. In fact, the first attack was a very lucky one for him. He didn't even expect to really hit one of those people. Now, looking at the two enemies slowly approaching, Uriu licked his lips nervously, and then tried to put the gun in a more stable manner.

For Uriu, the terrible experiences he had experienced since childhood gave him a completely different understanding of the word mercy, and he didn't know what kind of mercy was about the enemy.

"You wouldn't let the Moors shoot those two people, it's too cruel and despicable!" Elliott couldn't help but say to Alexander, "This is not something aristocrat can do, or maybe you are not worthy of being a noble at all."

Alexander didn't even look at Elliot. His eyes were just staring at the person who was approaching the wounded guy in the open space outside. Then he raised his hand and waved to the roof behind him under everyone's gaze.

"At least you did it right this time." Elliot breathed. After the shot was shot, he could not care so much about the young man.

"I don't allow shooting because I have to take care of the injured. They have to send at least two people, so their staff will be reduced by three." Alexander glanced at Elliott, then grabbed the sword beside him. "It's the real difficulty from now on. They already know our determination. The next thing they can do is to pay for this farm."

As Alexander said, "tax collectors" face a very difficult choice.

Although some places in Kosencha were not satisfactory before, the tax collector, who was roughly successful, never expected to be surprised in this small farm, nor did he expect that the accident would be an inexplicable head-on blow!

There was no claim or negotiation, and even no one knew that the other party was. Someone on his side had been beaten to death and was seriously injured, which made the tax collector even feel that he was fighting a group of barbarians.

The subordinate who was robbed back was not in good condition. He looked at his face that was beaten to death without recognizing the bloody face, and the tyranny of the tax collector was everywhere, as if it were a storm that could break out at any time.

"Prepare to attack." He finally gave the order. At this time, he already understood that the farm was not only occupied by the enemy, but also the other party used a gun to tell him that there was no compromise or negotiation at all.

This made the tax collector feel uncomfortable, but there was no way out. The Duke knew more about the covetousness of the Agri River Plain than anyone else, so he also understood better what it means to him if he failed.

In the dark night, the crowds that had originally gathered together began to disperse. The cavalry who had been energetic had to get off their horses and hike. Some of them took off half of their armor for convenience and flexibility. The spears and sharp swords in their hands were shining with cold light under the moonlight. Although they knew that the other party had unexpectedly possessed firearms, the soldiers still approached slowly in an orderly manner.

"Let me see how many abilities you have," the tax collector whispered to himself. He didn't know how many people there were in the farm, but it probably wouldn't be too many. This idea made him feel at ease "Attack!"

A shout sounded, and the tax collector's subordinates ran forward like a sudden frightened rabbit. Even in a dance-like war, there would be cruel killings and casualties. These well-trained soldiers knew what was their most terrifying one.

Muskets! Only muskets are their greatest threat. As long as they can rush to the other side, they believe that the temporary armed villagers will throw away their weapons and turn and run away.

The tax collector's guess was good. When the first shout of attack sounded, some villagers were already scared to throw away the fork in their hands and turned their heads and ran away. This immediately caused a series of reactions. The villagers who were already panicked saw someone running away immediately threw away their weapons and fled to the village!

"Don't run!" Carlo shouted, and he grabbed a man and yelled and dragged him back, while shooting an arrow outside aimlessly with the hard crossbow on his other hand. "Can you still run away at this time?! Keep the village!"

"Shoot!" Alexander's shout also sounded at this moment.

The roar of muskets exploded in everyone's ears as the first enemy climbed the fence.

No one fell down or screamed, Uriu's shot was gone!

But it was worth it enough. The first person who climbed the fence couldn't help but froze because of the shot. He instinctively thought that the musket was shooting at him, but when he realized that he was not injured, everything was too late.

The scimitar almost suddenly appeared in front of the man, so before he could feel the pain, the man had been chopped off the fence with a knife.

The unexpected slash came from Burley, who did not stop after cutting down the enemy, but instead continued to rush towards another enemy who was trying to cross the fence.

Carlo looked at the scene in horror. He often hunted and accepted the lord's conscript to the battlefield, but it was the first time he saw such bloody experience.

There is no chance of confrontation, only a direct and merciless massacre!

Then he understood what he should do, and there was no way out!

Carlo raised the hard crossbow in his hand and shot an arrow at the enemy closest to him. Then he shouted and pulled out his knife and rushed forward regardless of whether he shot it or not.

The sword was used by him to defend himself when hunting. Hunters used their crossbows or traps to deal with wild animals. Carlo even remembered that the old hunter told him that if a hunter wanted to use his sword to deal with prey, it would mean that he had failed.

But now Carlo had to wave the knife in his hand, so that when the blade was not sharp on the enemy, the feeling of cutting flesh and bones suddenly made him feel that it was no different from killing dying prey.

The splashed plasma did not allow Carlo to escape, but instead aroused his greater madness. After cutting an enemy off the fence, he waved his bloody machete in his hand and rushed towards the other enemy. He looked so terrifying that his opponent had to jump off the fence that had already climbed up because of panic.

Elliott knew he was fooled.

He knew that all this was the conspiracy of this Sicilian, and now the only thing he could do was to either fight or run away.

He was not willing to fight, but ran away...

Looking at the enemy who had already crossed the fence and rushed towards him, Elliott raised his sword helplessly. It was not uncommon for a nobleman who had not publicly declared his identity to be killed in such a place, especially now that both sides have completely lost control, and killing the other party has become the only way to protect themselves.

Although someone escaped, the battle broke out in front of the fence in an instant.

Alexander stood behind the carriage in front of the wooden gate. When the first enemy jumped onto the towering haystack of the carriage, he instinctively took a step back slightly. Then he watched the man fall down directly after stepping on the air, and then a series of screams came from the gang of carriages.

He could guess the miserable appearance of the person who fell inside, that it should have been penetrated directly by several erected pitchforks that would make such a terrible cry.

Alexander didn't know much about how to use his sword, but he knew how to use everything he could use.

Another gunshot, and this time Uliu did not disappoint. An enemy who had already broken through the wooden fence fell to the ground, but the gap behind him was also seen by everyone because of this gun!

"Roar in!"

"Clog there!"

The tax collector and Burley roared on both sides of the fence almost at the same time, and the people on both sides couldn't help but rush towards the gap, but the tax collector was obviously more well-trained. Several of them holding spears quickly flattened the spears. Before the villagers were about to rush over, the sharp blade of the spear had blocked the gap.

"It's over." Elliot blurted out in a desperate voice. He knew that the success or failure of these people at this time was also related to his own destiny and even his life, so when he saw the gap being taken away, his heart sank.

Facing the spear wall that had been formed, the villagers who were only supported by courage were instantly frightened and at a loss.

"Surrender, you lost!" The tax collector stood behind the team and announced loudly. Although the battle was not long, it had been delayed for him for too long.

Although he was not sure where the Earl Miss Cosencha went, he felt that the Earl Miss would not give up so easily. After all, just think about the performance of the lady at the Volcano Pass, you can guess that she is different from other noble ladies.

So he had to solve the problems of farms like Agri River as soon as possible, but now he was blocked by such a group of stupid farmers, which made him feel annoyed and worried, so he decided to solve these unexpected changes as soon as possible.

"not yet."

A voice that sounded impressive to the tax collector because of his special tone suddenly came from behind the farmers. Just as the tax collector tried to find the man in accordance with the sound, a burning torch suddenly passed over everyone and threw it into the open space where both sides confronted.

The tax collector had only time to follow the trajectory of light to see the torch land on the haystack with the smell of beast oil on the ground, and then a long wall of fire suddenly rose up between them!

The soldiers in front were immediately wrapped in flames that suddenly emerged. They threw away their spears and retreated in horror, and then rolled to the ground regardless of everything, constantly rolling.

"Go back! Go back to the village!" Alexander ordered the villagers. Seeing Elliott, who was still stunned at the fire wall, he patted his shoulder hard, "Let's go back."

"You were prepared long ago, are you?" Elliott asked while running, "You are going to go against Frederick's people, are you?"

"They are going to go against me." Alexander retreated to a small house with Uriu who jumped off the roof. This was the retreat he had already thought of, and the most important thing was that this was the small prayer hall on the farm.

Burley was a little hesitant when entering the prayer hall, but when he looked back at the fire behind him, he followed him in.

"We're here to guard," Alexander first told Uriu to occupy the window before saying to others, seeing those people's nervousness and fear, he walked over and pressed Carlo's shoulder hard. "You did a good job, I promised that your reward should be doubled. I promised you to persevere until the arrival of Miss Earl, each of you can have a piece of land of your own. You are no longer the peasants on the farm, you can be the masters of the land yourself."

land!

Everyone's eyes were lit up!

Becoming a self-cultivated farmer who owns his own land is a wish that these farmer farmers long for their whole life but are difficult to realize. Now there is such an opportunity right in front of them!

"How do you have the right to say such things?" Burley said angrily, but his next words were interrupted by Alexander.

"Ruosha promised that she would pay any price as long as she guarded the farm," Alexander looked at Burley, "Don't forget that your sister's surname is also Kosencha."

Burley's face turned red. He was about to say something, but he kept staring at Uriu outside and suddenly shouted: "They are here!"

Everyone couldn't help but feel shocked. They rushed to the wall one after another, and some looked outside nervously through the cracks in the door and windows.

Amid the stinking smell and smoke, the tax collector slowly walked out with his men, who stopped in a place not too far from the prayer hall but safe enough.

"It seems that this night will take a long time." Looking at the enemy outside, Alexander whispered to himself.
Chapter completed!