A fight that exceeded Lanli's expectations began.

While the gate of the castle was opened, bells rang in the castle, and farmers organized by the people rushed in with simple weapons, and then shouted and screamed in horror.

The soldiers on the city wall woke up later and rushed to launch an offensive, but they didn't seem to be large in number and the effect was not great.

Under the moonlight, the chaos inside and outside the castle became more and more intense, and the moat was surging. When I ran across the wooden suspension bridge, gravel fell into it, and there was no trace in an instant. The old drunkard in front rushed forward quickly, but it was obviously not because of his bravery.

Because there were those people who had opened the way before, they were not attacked when they first entered the city gate. Instead, they could vaguely see the faces in the murder hole next to the city gate.

This made Lan Li suddenly understand something, but now is not a good time to think about such things.

Dozens of farmers had long dispersed beside the city gate beast house and rushed towards all directions. The soldiers on the city wall hurried back to defense, but were surrounded by a larger number of enemies.

The battle on a battlefield on the right has ended. Five villagers were eager to pick up the weapons and armor on the losers and hurriedly ran into the depths of the castle, regardless of the two injured and dying companions on the side.

At the entrance of the city wall near Renli, three soldiers wearing chain mail were surrounded by farmers more than twice their number. A farmer in a light linen shirt stabbed one of the soldiers with a shovel, but was completely blocked by the other party's armor that shone in a dark luster under the moonlight.

The guard waved his sword to counterattack, cutting off the attacker's neck in half, but at the same time, the axe in his hand slashed on his helmet head. A loud noise appeared, and the soldier staggered back, but the axe-holder was very fast, aiming at the throat protection gap exposed on his neck to take advantage of another axe. The soldier screamed shrillly, and blood splattered out of his neck.

The other two guards were not idle during this period. One of them was sieging the three middle-aged men, and the other was pulling out the blood-stained sword from an old man's chest. Then he trembled all over. He looked down at the chest of the arrow and fell to the ground.

In a moment, two more arrows came, and shot on the shoulders and chest of the last soldier, ending his battle. Seeing this, the farmers surrounded the ground without hesitation and snatched up the weapons and armor worn by the soldiers.

Lan Li did not stay here for a long time, because the battle at the city gate had basically come to an end. After scanning the road ahead that was spread by thatched huts and towers, he tightened the bow and arrow in his hand and ran forward quickly.

Lan Li thought that the battle in the castle would be in a stalemate or even at a disadvantage. However, along the way, he did not encounter any formal battles, but what he saw was just a cruel massacre everywhere.

He saw a thin and gray-haired old man lying in a pool of blood and dying with his eyes open. Not far away was the headless corpse of a thin boy. Seeing two villagers in the stable pulling a red war horse with greed face, a twelve or thirteen-year-old horseman bleeded in the abdomen and shrank in the corner and sobbing constantly.

He saw a fat chef in an apron at the kitchen door tremblingly holding a kitchen knife to confront the villagers, but all he got was the laughter and mocking of the enemies opposite. He even saw a bare-ass girl standing in the mud and crying loudly, while her young mother was being pressed to the ground by a bald old man and cruelly committed violence.

Bleeding and tragedy filled the castle. Lan Li, who stepped forward, knocked the other party to the ground with a punch. The broken bald old man stood up angrily from the ground and roared at Lan Li: "Go somewhere to grab food, boy! She is me--"

A sharp arrow broke the words in his mouth, and the long arrow held in his hand was like a dagger, penetrated into the other party's mouth with spitting splashes.

With a hoo, the perpetrator half-kneeled on the ground and eventually collapsed and died.

"What are you doing? He is in the same group as us!" Ryan, a chef who had come out from somewhere, grabbed the boy's arm, his face terrified and angry.

"Not anymore!"

Lan Li kicked the other person away, then strode towards the depths of the castle.

On the way, he saw another companion, who was hiding sneakily in the corner of the alley, and grinning when he saw Lan Li.

"Come on Hal, I found a room full of jewelry, we're going to get rich!"

Unfortunately, the other party did not stop following his words, and even just glanced at this side and left in a hurry, which made the old drunkard a little confused.

"What's the stimulation?" muttered, he looked down at a large handful of jewelry in his arms, and couldn't help but grin. He closed his mouth halfway through the laughter, carefully looking around and slipped away quickly.

...

Lan Li saw Yanren in an open tower hall. The other party was silently whispering to a middle-aged man dressed in a shiny mail and was talking to a middle-aged man dressed in a defender. After seeing the boy, he waved his hand, so the man turned around and left.

"God was a devout believer of God Yan. He and his people helped us open the city gate." The tall Yanren explained to him.

"You can see." Lan Li said as she glanced at the departing back.

Yanren was very mysterious along the way, but now he had figured out the specific plan of this person - their original goal was to rescue the place called Driftwood Fort, but the rescue method was not to go straight in, but to run here to surround Wei and save Zhao.

The drowning man was well prepared, and he understood the emptiness of the place, and even the traitors were ready. Unfortunately, the storm made all the soldiers he led to bury in the sea. As a last resort, he had no choice but to go and recruit villagers as soldiers.

Just these soldiers...

At this time, Lan Li was already calm, but listening to the constant screams and crying sounds outside the hall still upset him.

"Your people are like wild animals, and are damaging the indigenous peoples of this castle."

"It's what they deserve." The long-haired man in a robe of gray, green and blue colours replied: "The faith in God of God can make the mining slave workers stand on my side, but only tangible interests can make them hold their weapons and fight for us."

"The so-called interests are arbitrary acts?" the young man couldn't help asking.

He was actually a little mentally prepared for this, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still full of disgust with it.

"This is one of the essential rewards." Yanren noticed that the other party's tone was wrong, so he frowned: "You must remember that our great Yan God has never been a kind god. Yan God created the iron seed in order to burn, kill, and plunder us."

“So the same for your own people?”

"They are not their own people, their masters and men are besieging our castle, and they are among the traitors."

Yanren replied lightly, then raised his hand to interrupt Lan Li who wanted to continue speaking: "That's all about this. You are still young and have never experienced the cruelty of the way of war, but sooner or later you will get used to it. Now, there is something you may be able to help me think."

Lan Li didn't say anything, but looked deep in the blue eyes of the other party, and his expression became colder.

"Originally, we planned to station this Long Whip Fort and lead the Tauni family who are besieging the Driftwood Fort back to help. But the God of Storm has made us lose all our hands. I am not sure whether these people can stop Todd Tauni's counterattack by now."

"You need help." Lan Li said as she thought, many scenes she met in the castle flashed through her mind one after another, so he understood what he should say.

"It is necessary for real warriors, not these miners who only know how to swing pickaxes. It is a lucky enough to use them to capture this castle, and you can't ask for more."

"The real warrior is on Old Wake Island."

"Then send a letter back to Old Wake Island and seek assistance from His Majesty the King."

"We don't have the ravens in the Green Land to deliver messages, and we can't deliver messages at all."

"Send old drunkard, Pilane, send anyone back to get the reinforcements and use a boat. As long as the wind is right, it will be very fast." Lanli said: "At present, the manpower in the castle should be able to withstand it for a while. Moreover, it will take time for the enemy to return here."

"But it's still too slow." Yanren frowned and thought, "Do you think we have other options?"

He is a senior pastor of God of God. He is very good at calling on believers and holding ceremonies, but it is limited to this.

"You can call on more local believers to come here to help guard the castle, or you can grab the prisoners to threaten the Tauni family," Lanli pointed out.

"But you can't make sure that the people who call us are really on our side. Maybe they will secretly open the castle gate for our enemies like Nagod. This is the enemy's territory after all."

"Without war baptism, I can't tell whether the believers of Oak Island are pious." Yanren frowned even deeper. "But I will never use prisoners to threaten the enemy, and Yan God will not allow us to be so weak."

The reason is probably more than that.

Lan Li shrugged when she heard this and said nothing.

"You are right. We do need to send reinforcements, but Ryan and Pais are not worthy of it." After thinking for a while, the other party said something Lan Li was silently looking forward to.
Chapter completed!