"[Hidden] What's going on?" The red-feathered warrior with a lion's nose stationed his horse at the edge of the Jevaudan Valley, and asked the green-feathered man in front of him dissatisfiedly: "[Hidden] Didn't the fire-warmer say

Has he already captured the city? Brother?"

The Qing Ling Feather warrior, who has a similar appearance to Hong Ling Fei and also has a lion nose, frowned: "[Hudian] How do I know? Pick a few good ones and cross the river to ask."

The two of them were in a commanding position, and they could clearly see the white smoke spewing out from the city wall on the south bank.

But between them and the battlefield, apart from the land, there was also a wide river.

Little Lion Nose responded in a low voice, and asked in confusion: "[Herd language] What should you and I do now?"

"[Hudian] The one who is warming the fire seems to be fighting hard, and it is his turn." The big lion's nose narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "[Hudian] But if he loses, you and I will not be the same. You lead

My dear, go and scare the two-legged man on the north bank."

Little Lion Nose whistled, turned his horse around, and fired a whistle into the sky.

The hundreds of close followers accompanying him dismounted one after another and reluctantly took off their saddlebags.

Regardless of whether riding a horse or riding a horse, each horse's saddlebags are bulging with their "trophies", and they are only the part they carry with them.

Along the road to the north, out of sight, more Huds were escorting slaves and captives towards Gévaudan.

The left-wing army of Terdun Department is coming.

…

In the old city of Gevaudan, Anna found the old Mayor Priskin in the chaotic city hall.

"I saw a beacon fire." Anna tried her best to stay calm and composed: "Mr. Mayor."

"Yes, beacon, Mrs. Montagne." Old Priskin's wrinkles became even finer, and he stood up with difficulty holding on to the table: "The post at Hammer Castle discovered that barbarians were attacking, so they lit a beacon...

Fortunately, the boys have all withdrawn, and the residents of Hammer Castle were evacuated early in the morning..."

"Hammer Keep? Is it to the north?"

"That's right." Old Priskin's eyes were full of fatigue: "They are barbarians from Wargne County, alas."

The city hall has become like a military camp. The panicked city councilors carried out bundles of weapons and distributed them to the equally panicked citizens.

However, most of the young and middle-aged men were brought to the south bank to defend the city. Except for half of the city guards maintaining law and order and the residents of Hammer Castle who had recently entered the city, the men who stayed on the north bank were either too old or too young.

Even old Priskin, who had to walk with a cane, had a short sword in front of him.

"Grandpa!" A young man wearing an armored leather jacket rashly opened the door and walked in: "I brought all my friends here!"

Seeing a young and beautiful lady in the mayor's office, little Priskin couldn't help but be stunned.

"This is..." Old Priskin coughed lightly: "The wife of Tribune Montagne."

Little Priskin's knees trembled subconsciously. He hurriedly saluted and left quickly, carefully closing the door when he left.

Anna didn't understand why the other party saw her like a mouse seeing a cat, but she had a clear mind and quickly figured it out.

But those things are obviously not important at the moment. Anna looked at the old Mayor Priskin: "Is there anything I can do?"

Old Priskin wanted to say "no", but he still replied: "I have sent people to ask for help from the Mason tribune, but I'm afraid it won't come for a while. All the municipal commissioners, including me, will go to the city wall. If you

It would be great if we could help stabilize the civilians in the city."

"Don't worry." Anna nodded gently.

"Or..." Old Priskin thought: "Can you please find me another two hundred and three hundred strong women?"

…

Villeneuve Gévaudin.

Every musket in the entire city was transferred to the Arrowhead Fort on the west wall, and the wooden cannons placed on the south and east walls were also concentrated on the west wall.

Behind Arrowhead Fort, the militiamen are racing against time to build the urn city.

On Fort Arrowhead, Mason personally commanded two wooden cannons and used solid bullets to blast the Teltons' carriages.

The musketeers were deployed on both wings of the Arrowhead Fort to attack the enemy sideways from a distance. Lead bullets and arrows came and went, constantly harvesting fresh lives.

"Ah!!!" a burly militiaman yelled and started to run, throwing a grenade at the truck with all his strength.

The moment the grenade was released from his hands, he seemed to have all his strength taken away from him, and he was breathing heavily.

However, the next scene made the air solidify: the grenade that flew out of the city wall flew back into the city wall, and the unburned gunpowder was still hissing.

The lead was left too long! The barbarians picked up the grenade and threw it back!

Mason next to the artillery cart was knocked down by Demon Anse. The other militiamen screamed in despair and rolled and crawled away.

The grenadier militiamen also wanted to escape, but their lower limbs were so stiff that they could not move.

The old sergeant behind him cursed, pushed him away, grabbed the grenade and threw it towards the wall.

Before it left my hand, the grenade exploded.

The old sergeant and the grenadier militia were killed on the spot, and three more people were seriously injured by flying fragments. The old sergeant's right arm was blown off, and pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere.

When the choking smoke cleared, someone was vomiting.

Mason climbed up and shouted an order: "Carry it away!"

The stretcher team hurriedly ran over and carried away the dead and seriously injured people. One member of the stretcher team was picking up pieces of meat on the ground and couldn't finish it.

"Drum!" Mason lit the propellant of the wooden cannon with his own hands: "Fire!"

The sound of military drums and gunfire sounded again, and the battle continued.

"Your Excellency!" After repeated psychological struggles, the middle-aged Dussac, who was in charge of the cavalry, made up his mind and came to Mason: "Let me lead the cavalry out for a round of killing."

The captain of the cavalry clearly volunteered, but his knees were shaking slightly.

Mason's face was blackened by the gunpowder gas. He looked at the other party with a scrutinizing gaze: "No one can pick you up. You will definitely die if you leave the city."

Dusak gritted his teeth and replied: "I know."

"You are not afraid of death, so I can't let you die in vain." Mason wiped the ash from his face and said unusually calmly: "There is no need to go out of the city to fight back, there is no point in going out."

As more troops were invested, the Gévaudan garrison gradually suppressed the Teltons.

Mason summoned his militia captains and redeployed defenses.

Many militia captains looked in a daze, obviously not yet accustomed to bloodshed and death.

"Listen, don't be afraid of the Tertun people digging trenches." Mason slammed the ground with his sword: "No matter how fast they dig, they can't be as fast as us! The worst is to build another city wall! The barbarians are still green in the soil work.

Some."

Many militia captains swallowed subconsciously.

Mason pointed to the east and south: "The Teltown people will not fight in one place. The troops on the south and east walls should guard your positions. Don't crane your neck to look at the west wall!"

The militia captains guarding the south and east walls nodded desperately.

"Sir, the beacon smoke in the old city?" Someone hesitated to speak.

"You don't have to worry about the safety of the old city. Tribune Montagne and I have already been prepared." Mason replied decisively, with fire flashing in his eyes: "As long as we can hold on to the city wall, the situation will be in our favor, not the Teltown people.

!”

Mason pulled out his sword suddenly, and the militia captains were startled and even took half a step back unconsciously.

"Did you see that?" Mason shouted sternly: "In hand-to-hand combat, the barbarians can kill you all with one charge! Hold a musket, stand twenty meters away, and pull the firing rod at the enemy. What's so difficult?"

At this time, Demon Angce walked quickly to Mason: "Sir, the hand cannon is ready."

"Let's go!" Mason suddenly became energetic.

…

Gevaudan, North City.

Little Shibi led his men to circle around the city wall. Not only did they not find any gaps that could be exploited, but they found that there were at least nearly a thousand defenders on the city wall.

He planned to get closer to explore the situation, but as soon as he entered within a stone's throw of the city wall, the defender's Xiao Lei immediately opened fire.

Little Shibi didn't want to take the risk, so he retreated.

The defenders of Beicheng were extremely nervous. All the men who could take up arms were on the city walls, and all the flags they could find were planted on the city walls.

At this moment in Beicheng, only half of the defenders were men, and the other half were women with blackened faces and wearing men's clothes.

Seeing that the barbarian knights left after just a brief trial, a loud gasp of relief could be heard from the top of the city.

Little Shibi returned to the edge of the valley and told his brother what he saw.

The Lion-nosed brothers only had a hundred or so tribesmen beside them, so attacking a city garrisoned by thousands of defenders would be tantamount to suicide.

"[Herd] You and I will wait for the rest of the tribe to come and join us." Big Lion Nose thought about it and decided it was better to be safe. Their brothers had gained a lot from this robbery and did not want to lose their lives at this time.

Big Lion Nose asked his younger brother again: "[Hidden] Can you send someone to the other side of the river?"

"[Herdese] sent, but they haven't come back yet." Little Lion Nose asked sullenly: "[Herdese] Brother, if the fire-warmers want to share our plunder, what should you and I do?"

The big lion's nose sneered: "[Hidden] The man who roasted the fire wanted to eat meat, but ended up chewing on the bones. Who can blame him? Horses have four legs, and people have two legs. If he treats it unfairly, you and I don't have to stay in Tel.

Atsushi."

"[Herd] Wow!" Little Shibi was already dissatisfied with the way the roaster divided the two wings this time: "[Herd] It's not just a day or two since the Jin people bullied others! You and I have long..."
To be continued...