The siege of Almany, the Count of Piedmont's military camp.

Since the first soldier fell ill, the Black Death spread rapidly in the Piedmont army. Even the Earl of Piedmont himself was not spared. He was bedridden for several days and missed all meetings of the lords.

What made him feel relieved was that his symptoms were much lighter than other sick soldiers. After drinking the herbs for a few days, he miraculously survived the Black Death God's life-seeking and gradually developed a tendency to recover. He thought that he could walk alone after resting for a few more days.

That night, he took the herbs prepared by the military doctor as usual, and then buried himself in the quilt. These days, his body was hot and cold, and it was always difficult to fall asleep. Only after taking these herbs can he sleep peacefully.

I don't know how long it took, a strong smell of smoke woke it up. He panickedly supported his body, but saw a thick smoke rolling from outside the tent.

"Enemy attack?"

This was the first reaction of the Count Piedmont. He turned over and rolled under the bed, raised the basin beside the bed and poured it on himself, then grabbed an axe and ran out of the tent.

The black smoke was rolling and the flames were rippling. The fire could be seen everywhere in the barracks. There were very few soldiers running outside the barracks. He rushed into a tent angrily, trying to pick up the soldiers who sleep like pigs from his dreams, but what appeared in front of him were several dead bodies that had been decayed for many days. There were three living soldiers, who were crawling on the ground with difficulty, covering their throats with one hand and the other toward the Count of Piedmont, as if eager to help them stand up.

Their skin was covered with black spots.

The Earl of Piedmont took a breath and quickly took a few steps back and left the tent. Only then did he realize that it was not that his soldiers had not woken up, but that most of these people were seriously ill. Although they found that there was a fire outside, they no longer had the strength to escape.

The Earl of Piedmont calmed down and looked at the surrounding situation again - although there were few soldiers running out of the camp, he also did not hear the sound of the enemy's attack. Perhaps, this was just an unexpected fire.

He held his head, which was still a little drowsy, and stumbled and followed the soldiers toward the entrance of the barracks. His subordinates were sick and it was difficult to put out the fire, but he could seek rescue from other lords. His barracks were in a relatively low position in the besieged camp. As long as he ran to the gate of the barracks, he should see the fire-fighting team organized by other lords.

However, the closer we got to the entrance of the barracks, the more violent the fire became. Tonight's fire seemed to be rising from the entrance of the barracks. The black smoke became thicker and thicker. The Earl of Piedmont coughed violently and became more and more drowsy.

"Not good!" The soldiers' terrified voices came from afar, "The camp gate cannot be opened, it seems that it has been blocked by something!"

"What does it mean to block? Isn't the camp gate open inward?"

The Earl of Piedmont covered his mouth and nose and broke through the smoke, and was about to scold the dizzy soldiers, but the scene in front of him was shocked that he couldn't speak - the wooden wall of two people on the outside of the military camp had been burning. The fortifications surrounding the camp and protecting the soldiers had now become a nightmare wall of fire, completely blocking their access to the outside world.

"I was blocked by something!" The soldier in front of the camp gate cried and shouted at the Earl of Piedmont, "Something has nailed the camp gate from outside!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge burning tree rolled down from the camp gate. The soldier in front of the door suddenly disappeared, and the camp gate was covered with fire in the blink of an eye.

"What's wrong! There's definitely something wrong with this!"

The Earl of Piedmont screamed and turned around and ran towards a wardrobe that had not caught fire in the camp. He climbed up the wardrobe tremblingly on the ladder, and finally saw clearly what was happening outside the camp-

Under the wooden walls of his camp, a large amount of hay and sulfur that had not yet been burnt was piled up. As he expected, the lords of Almani had arrived outside the camp, and their men and horses were scattering the camp. Thousands of soldiers were rushing a jar of liquid to the fire on the wooden wall, but the liquid had no power to extinguish the fire. On the contrary, wherever they fell, the fire opened its bloody mouth and became more hot and fierce - the soldiers were not watering, but pouring fuel!!!

"What are you doing?" the Earl of Piedmont shouted from afar to his fellow lords, "Duke of Saxony! Duke of Burgundy! Count of Innsbruck! Count of Provence! Count of Munich! Count of Novara... are you all crazy?"

No one responded to the words of the Count of Piedmont.

The fire in the camp became more and more prosperous, and soon it affected the harbor under the Earl of Piedmont. Soon, the harbor fell down in the fire. As for whether the harbor was thrown to death, burned to death, or trampled to death by the soldiers in chaos, no one knew.

The Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Burgundy were cold, and each commanded the military operation against their fellow Almani in the north and south.

"Report to the Duke, a small door in the north was knocked open, and a team of soldiers rushed out of the fire..."

"Kill them all. Let the archers shoot the soldiers following behind back, and then block the gap with the handlebars transporting food and grass!" Duke Saxon said coldly, "Remember to throw the body back into the fire after killing, burn them all to ashes, and don't fall a single hair!"

The soldier responded. Several lords rode their horses behind the Duke of Saxony. One of them asked, "Duke of Saxony, will it be too ruthless for us to do this?"

"Isn't this a resolution we unanimously passed?" Duke Saxon looked at the lord who was talking expressionlessly, "or do you want the strange disease you have never heard of to spread to your army?"

"I don't mean to complain. Even the Count of Ile de France has no right to interfere with the military matters decided by the 'assembly'." The lord paused and continued, "but if this matter spreads, we and the Count of Piedmont's family will inevitably develop hatred..."
Chapter completed!