"Woo~Woo~"

The long horn sound came faintly from the west of the village of Lohausen, and the village fell into disorder and chaos.

The merchants hurriedly packed their luggage, packed their trailers, and headed towards the narrow village gate. The villagers who were recruited by the lord's men ran towards the armory next to the lord's tower with nervousness and anxiety.

"Hey, catch him!" Amid the chaos, a scream came from the butcher shop in the village.

A thin and agile figure rushed out of the butcher shop. He held several large pieces of smoked pork and venison in his arms, and then he merged into the crowded heads on the road out of the village.

The butcher rushed out of the butcher shop made of stones with a chopper, but unexpectedly fell and staggered. When he raised his head again, the damn thief was gone.

Most of the guards in the village went to the village wall or maintained order at the entrance of the village. Therefore, it is common to take advantage of the situation in the village. Most of them were mercenaries, strangers and ruffians in taverns.

"Hell, hell, hell, Count Luowen and his army of locusts should go where they should go - hell, not me!" Sir Feffer's curse and murmur had never stopped since the alarm ringing. The woman who had just turned up and turned with him was helping him wear armor with another maid.

"Go to the point of Viniya, you stupid bitch, I might die under your fuzzy man instead of the enemy's sword!"

Sir Fefort's bad temper would become worse when he was nervous. At this moment, he was trying to dispel the uneasiness and fear in his heart by cursing the maid who had just tied his hat too hard.

The dark sky outside the tower made the room very dim, and some of the hay on the ground rotten due to the moisture, exuding an unpleasant smell. This made it worse for people in the room who were in a bad mood.

"Who made you, a fat pig, know only what to eat meat, drink, and have fun every day? Look at your double chin that is as big as my chest. Everyone in the tower knows that Vinya didn't mean it!"

On the other side of the room, the plump old woman in a crimson noble dress bent over and anxiously packed up the gold and silver in the box, while showing her fierce look on her face and scolding Sir Feffer, her husband.

"Irona, you have the nerve to say to me, my God, who doesn't know that a large part of my territory's income has been squandered? New dresses, jewelry, horses, servants, and other things, will not fall! You know, I could have used this money to strengthen the defense of the territory."

Sir Fefore turned around and roared at the dark red back beside the box with a wide eyes.

"Ha, my dear, I admit that I did use some money, but it's far less than you said. Since you care so much about our territory, why don't you spend the money you spend in your pleasure on strengthening your defense?"

The quarrel between the two became more and more intense. Sir Feifuer was trembling with anger, and his white fat body was also rhythmic, which scared the two maids around him even more busy.

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"Go! Get out of here, get out of here!"

There was a very urgent sound of horse riding came from the village gate. The merchants and villagers hurriedly avoided it. Under the scolding of the village guards, they made a gap that directly leads to the lord's tower.

The horse-railer wore a blue armed suit, which was the same color as Sir Ferford's family emblem, and it seemed that he was Sir Ferford's servant.

"Take it into the stable, but don't remove the reins and saddles." The attendant got off the horse, handed the reins to the groom's hand and hurried towards the tower.

The arrival of the attendant interrupted the "war" between the Feforer and his wife. Feforer turned his attention to the young man who had just entered, hoping that he could bring back some good news.

"How is the situation, Frez?"

"It's far worse than we thought. Unfortunately, my master, I think we have to be prepared to escape. Earl Luowen has a lot of people. Taking advantage of the time when the rain and snow have stopped, I saw their army coming from the ferry on the top of the Oran Hill on the main road. God blessed, it is like a poisonous snake, and it can't be seen at a glance!"

The attendant's lingering eyes and narrative did not seem to be fake. Of course, he did not have any motivation or courage to lie to Sir Feffor at this time.

This made Sir Fefort fall into a deep hesitation and entanglement.

"What the hell are you thinking? Do you think that the power of our territory can resist their footsteps? My dear God, this is as ridiculous as the little kid of the woodcutter Ruh's family who wanted to defeat a Norman pirate armed to the teeth alone!"

Mrs. Irona's chattering voice began again, which made Sir Fefor's anger rise again: "Shut up, are you stupidly thinking that everything must be resolved through war?"

"So, I guess you want to compromise with Earl Loon and beg him to spare you, right?" Mrs. Ironna pointed out Sir Feffor's attempts sharply.

"There is nothing that cannot be sat down and had a good talk. I can promise him some conditions in exchange for the choice of Count Luowen to bypass our village rather than attack it. If they attack us, they will have no benefits and will also lose some of their troops. If we let us go, we will not only have no casualties, but also gain our benefits and concessions. I believe Count Luowen is a smart man."

When Mrs. Irona heard Sir Feffor's analysis, she was so angry that she laughed.

"It seems that your mind has been fooled by the damn wild women, so that you can say such stupid words. You respect us too much. If Earl Luowen is willing to negotiate with us, he will not destroy our outpost at the ferry and kill our scouts without warning. Our forces are not worth mentioning in front of him. If the price of peace is to make you hand over everything in this land, would you agree?"

Sir Fefort calmed down as if he was poured from the top of his head to the soles of his feet by a bucket of ice water. He felt as if he was in an ice cellar.

"At least we still have the opportunity to leave with most of our property and loyal private soldiers. If that's the case, there may be only two options before you - accept the conditions you absolutely cannot accept, or choose death."

Sir Fefort was really scared now. If the conditions offered by Count Luowen were unacceptable to him, the situation would be too passive, and he would have no chance of winning to defeat the incoming army.

"Well, Frez, let the servants pack up now, and we'll set off right away." Sir Fresh said to his servant Frez with difficulty, and the sweat dripped from his forehead and flowed down his cheek into the collar of the armed clothes.

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The wind and snow stopped, and the long-lost sunlight spread again on the white earth.

Sir Feffor and his family had already left with valuable things in the tower and a few private soldiers riding horses, but now there were still many villagers and merchants rushing out at the entrance of the village and hurried towards the road leading to the town of Dusseldorf.

At this moment, a team of scouts riding horses and wearing light armor appeared on the main road at the junction of forest and farmland in the western part of Lohausen Village.

"Hey, look at the cowards, pushing the cart so hard, I bet they wouldn't be as hard as they are now when they are working with his wife in bed at night!"

A young scout with a shield printed with the Earl of Loeun's family emblem, a felt hat, armed clothes and leather jacket pointed his finger at the merchant pushing a cart on the road in the distance, and made a vulgar joke with his companions.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"Since that's the case, seeing how hard they work, let's go and help them!" A scout with a stubble face spitted out the withered yellow dogtail grass in his mouth and raised the reins.

"Don't forget we have to go back and report to the Count." At the end of the team, a timid voice came from the mouth of a young man. His face was covered with acne and acne.

"Then you go, you're afraid of trouble. Now, let's go and help our friends!" The scout who had just joked looked at the young man with contempt, then tightened the spear in his hand, clamped the horse's belly and rushed out.

"Kill!"

"kill!"

More than 20 scouts stepped across the grassland and farmland in no particular order, leaving ugly marks on the snow, and rushed towards the panicked villagers and merchants on the roads outside the village.

For a moment, the dull sound of horse hooves thrust over the village, accompanied by people's screams and escape, as if Satan and his followers appeared on earth.

The earth was shaking slightly, and many villagers and vendors left the road and fled into the fields on the roadside, trying to rush into the forest on the edge of the farmland in one breath.

Some more experienced travel merchants stopped their horses and hid behind the carriage without panic.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"oh!"

"O God."

"Oh no!"

The scouts holding the spear cut through butter with a burnt dagger.

The scouts avoided the carriage. Many runners and villagers were hit by the scouts' horses and flew out, just as fragile as hemp rods.

The scouts did not choose to hold their riding spear under their armpits when charging. Because in their opinion, it was simply unprofitable to break a riding spear for a life that was cheaper than a wild dog.

Therefore, the scouts adopted a strategy to ride horses and sprint to knock down these refugees, and then harvest them one by one with spears.

In this way, some villagers and vendors who were knocked down thought they were lucky enough to avoid the fatal blow, so they raised their heads in a dilemma, but were pierced by a spear of riding and heart.

The warm blood dyed the snow a savage and bloody dark red, which looked very scary.

Among the refugees, some recruited soldiers who rose up to resist ran towards the scouts with spears, but the scouts' leader cleverly sounded the small horn to gather people, distanced from the refugee team, and prepared to charge again.

Soon, the scouts of Count Luoweng regrouped on the grass. They issued a high-pitched battle cry and launched a second charge to the refugees.

"God saves us, I don't want to die!" Several recruited soldiers holding spears were so scared that they screamed, turned around and ran away.

They have been abandoned by the lord now, and no prestigious person has been organized to form a formation to fight the enemy, so it is normal for them to lose morale and flee.

But at this moment, among the riots, an elderly man wearing a nose-protecting helmet inserted his crooked spear into the soil with a determined look on his face, aiming at the direction of the scout's attack.

"Ahhhh!"

"dear God......"

"Puff!"

There is no doubt that the second charge is like another massacre. Blood flowers splattered in the crowd, and the residual limbs and human organs were flying everywhere. The bloodthirsty laughter of the scouts formed a sharp and strong contrast with the painful cry of the refugees.

However, unlike the first charge, casualties occurred in the team of scouts for the second charge.

The spear tip of the old conscript soldier's spear was inserted into the ground and stabbed directly into the body of the travel horse under the crotch of the scout who was running towards him at high speed, making a crackling sound.

The scout fell to the ground with his horse, and then the old man who rushed up to him hugged his head, cut off his trachea with a dagger, causing blood foam to flow out from the corners of his mouth.

"You damn old guy!"

"Go to die!"

Seeing that a companion was killed, the scouts around were furious, and regardless of the refugees who ran away in front of them, they immediately rushed towards the direction of the old recruits.

Under the siege of everyone, the gray beard of the elderly conscript soldier was soaked in blood, and there were several blood holes with intense blood flowing on his body. His eyes fell to the ground without any thoughts, but his eyes were full of pride of revenge.

"Douwu..."

Another long horn sounded. The scouts recognized that it was the horn sounded by the private soldiers of Count Luoweng's personal guards.

The scout, who was stained with blood from refugees, wiped the blood beads on his face, raised his head, and looked towards the village.

At this time, the large area of ​​large areas of farmland covered with silver and snow in front of Luohausen Village had turned into black.

Teams of soldiers emerged from the roads on the edge of the forest and then assembled on the grassy fields under the organization of their respective lords.

Thick smoke rose from several low-rise houses in the village walls, accompanied by a sudden stop begging for mercy and the screams of women.
Chapter completed!