Nearly two hundred men were killed, and most of the peasants who went to attack the city ran away, which means that Viscount Sinclair lost more than a fifth of his troops in just two hours.

The most important thing is that the enemy is unscathed, and no one can accept such a result.

Viscount Sinclair was furious: "Let the mercenaries go up, and the farmers will take cover." ”

He was definitely reluctant to let his remaining descendants send him to death, so he could only let these guys who wanted money and their lives go to see Hades first.

The mercenaries are obviously more effective than the farmers, but they are useless, Lei Ye's subordinates will still feel a little guilty when they kill the farmers, and they will never kill these guys who lick the blood from the knife edge.

Suddenly, the shouting and killing sound shook the sky, but it only lasted for about half an hour, and the two hundred mercenaries who went to attack only came back less than thirty people, and the hundreds of farmers were intact, after all, they were just waving their flags and shouting far away from the city wall.

Viscount Sinclair threw his longsword on the ground and roared, "Go on the attack." ”

Fierce fighting lasted from midday until dark.

Lei Ye's side waits for work, there is almost no loss, if you say that the loss, it is just that a large number of arrows are consumed, but these things can be reused, and you can pick them up after the other party retreats or is defeated.

Viscount Sinclair's army suffered more than a third of the casualties, and the number increases even more if you add the farmers who fled along the way.

However, the other party still had no intention of retreating, but became smarter, and instead of attacking and fighting, he sent people to call for battle, trying to provoke Lei Ye to go out of the city to fight.

However, after several people were shot into a hornet's nest one after another, no matter how Viscount Sinclair coerced and lured, no one dared to call for battle.

In desperation, he had to camp on the spot and wait for dawn to fight again.

There was no word in the middle of the night, and it was noon the next day.

"Boom!"

With the dull sound of collapse, the east gate of Aoba Town, which had gone through vicissitudes, fell to the ground.

The peasants and mercenaries who were attacking the town burst into cheers, and the joy on Viscount Sinclair's face was beyond words, he had suffered so much humiliation, and now he could finally take revenge.

He drew the long sword at his waist and shouted desperately: "Rush, kill, kill into the city!

Viscount Sinclair had completely forgotten that Aoba Town was his own territory, or that he had deliberately forgotten it.

Now that the Chesterton family's vault has been ransacked by Renard, he needs a lot of money to make up for his losses, as well as pay the settling-in fees of his fallen subordinates and commissions for mercenaries.

Aoba Town happened to be a trading town, and there were many wealthy merchants in it, which provided him with great convenience.

Thinking of this, Viscount Sinclair could no longer bear the excitement in his heart, and rushed over first, followed by the mercenary, and finally the farmer with a somewhat dull brain.

The situation in Aoba Town seems to be very serious, but it is only seeming.

When Viscount Sinclair led the men into the city gates, the first thing that caught his eye was a jungle of steel.

The infantry of the City of Plenty were lined up in a row of ten, blocking the road into the city, and at the fore was a half-human-high, three-centimeter-thick steel tower shield, with sharp spears against the tower shield, and two rows of archers in the back.

Just four infantry squads, with a strength of forty people, completely sealed the entrance.

Of course, in order to prevent the enemy from having a strong man, Renard also arranged for four Douqi warriors to suppress the formation, and if this was still broken, then he would have to deduct his salary.

Seeing this, Viscount Sinclair was so frightened that he hurriedly wanted to turn his horse's head and retreat, but was blocked by the mercenaries who followed.

The mercenaries who rushed in later also noticed the scene in front of them and also wanted to retreat, but they were blocked without exception.

Seeing this, the four squad leaders smiled evilly, and shouted at the same time: "Forward!"

With that, forty infantry began to advance slowly with the help of tower shields, and the archers continued to shoot with arrows, because the distance was very close, and the enemy was so dense that there were almost no bullets.

If anyone dares to rush forward and resist, the spearmen can easily slaughter them with a single stab.

The two infantry squads had just advanced ten meters, but they had already harvested nearly thirty lives.

Viscount Sinclair could no longer stand the fear of death approaching him, and began to frantically urge his horses to rush out of the town, and those who dared to stand in his way were all crushed and struck.

The same is true of the mercenaries who rushed in first, no one wanted to leave their precious lives on this meaningless battlefield.

The next scene was a bit funny, the people in front were afraid to retreat out of the city, and the people in the back who didn't know the situation were still gathering at the city gate.

In particular, Viscount Sinclair's cronies, in order to show their bravery, or to go in early to grab something, desperately squeezed into the city gate, scolding and scolding as they squeezed: "Get out of here!

Chaos is spreading, dozens of bodies already lying in the narrow streets, and many of the wounded by the arrows are wailing.

Viscount Sinclair's heart became more and more frightened, but no matter how beaten and scolded now, the crowd was still blocking the city gate, not moving at all.

Then, the horn sounded, which was the signal for the charge.

The thousands of peasants gathered under the city all looked back curiously, and were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them.

At some point, two rows of cavalry, no less than two or three hundred people, stood four hundred meters behind them.

A sergeant mixed with the peasants was the first to react, and shouted in great horror: "Cavalry! It's cavalry!

However, before his voice could reach far, it was completely drowned out by the noise.

"Boom ......"

Not half a minute after the trumpet sounded, the cavalry roared, and the peasants who had piled up at the gate of the town began to flee frantically.

Extreme chaos!

The sounds of beating, scolding, crying, and begging for mercy were endless.

Escaping seemed to be a virulent contagion, and at first it was a sporadic escape, but now it is a large-scale rout.

The outcome was decided, and the Chestertons lost the war in the most awkward possible way, while also making the Meredith family and Rhaard famous.

The next step is negotiations, and it is estimated that the Chesterton family will be willing to redeem their own master and hundreds of soldiers with a large amount of gold coins.

As for the farmer and mercenary, those who have money in the family can redeem them, and those who do not have money will become tenants or coolies of the Meredith family until they pay off their debts.

If you do something wrong, you will be punished, after all, no one is forcing you to fool around with the Chesterton family.

Heidi sat in the office of the Lord's Palace, carefully calculating the benefits of the war: "A total of six thousand seven eight hundred and sixty-two gold coins, if we convert the captured farmers and mercenaries into labor, our harvest should be no less than eight thousand gold coins." ”

Eight thousand gold coins! Lei Ye couldn't help but secretly sigh to himself, no wonder all countries love to make war money.

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