How is he? Triduok, who had stormed the fort and dealt with the remnants of the enemy, asked the healer who was bandaging Scott's wounds. At this time, Scott was still in a coma due to excessive blood loss, his face was pale, and his lips were chapped.

"He was bleeding too much and was in shock for the time being." The healer replied.

"You must treat him well, and send you back to the valley as soon as I finish cleaning up the remnants of the enemy." Triduok commanded.

"I will, Chief Tridok."

With that, Triduok walked out of the fort.

"Sir Tridok, these are the captives of this assault on the valley. What to do? "As soon as Tridok walked out of the fort gate, the cavalry chasing the remnants of the enemy had already escorted Doyle, whose hands were tied behind him, and several Tignets squires towards the fort gate, only to see Doyle limping and dragging his thighs with arrows inserted, and bright red blood was still flowing~

Moments ago......

Just as Doyle and the others were entangled by the group of valley farmers, the cavalry of the Wells Legion suddenly appeared in front of them, and the men of Doyle ran away, completely ignoring the rest of the people who were fighting with the valley peasants on the city wall.

Seeing the enemy's cavalry returning, Doyle knew that the tide was turning, so he ran towards the north of the valley with seven or eight of his remaining men. Seeing this, several other lords also followed in a hurry, and fled with a crawl. The cavalry that pursued them all the way slashed and killed several enemy soldiers one after another.

After all, his legs could not outrun the horse's hooves, and seeing that the cavalry was about to step on his heels, Doyle pulled his legs and drilled into the woods by the roadside, completely ignoring the men who were slashed one by one behind him. As the slope was steep and slippery, two steps forward and one step back, Doyle grabbed the trunk of the tree in front of him, thinking that he was saved. Just when he thought he would be able to get rid of these cavalrymen immediately, there was a sharp pain in his thigh~

Turning his head to look over, an armor-piercing heavy arrow had been deeply embedded in his thigh, and the blood was bleeding in an instant. As soon as Doyle's hand was loosened, he rolled down the hill like a wild boar that had been shot, and rolled back and forth with his bleeding thigh. Seeing this, several other squires and soldiers immediately knelt on the ground and hugged their heads, and hurriedly kowtowed to the pursuing enemy soldiers and begged for mercy......

"Looks like you're the guy who led his troops to capture the city of Tignats, and today you're here to attack the valley." Triduok asked, looking at Doyle, who was wearing armor and his legs were bleeding too much.

"Phew~" Doyle glanced at Tridok, full of disdain and anger.

"Smack~" Triduok raised his right hand and slapped him hard, only to see Doyle's face suddenly swollen, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed~

"Poof~" A fallen tooth spit out of Doyle's mouth, "You bastards, give me a good time if you have the ability!" Doyle struggled and cursed.

At this time, the soldiers who were supporting each other and the valley peasant soldiers with short knives in their hands slowly surrounded them. Looking at this murderous bastard, they clenched their fists~

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The peasants roared.

Looking up at the untouchables around him roaring loudly, Doyle's body began to tremble, and the pride in his eyes began to slowly dissipate, replaced by a sudden sense of fear......

"Everyone, be quiet," Triduok motioned to the containers to be quiet, "listen to me, I understand your feelings. A hundred deaths of these wicked bastards will not cure the hatred in our hearts. I had already explained it when my lord sent me back to help the valley, so I must find out where this group came from. The Lord speculated that this group was by no means a simple mountain bandit, but was sent by the Thorne court. Tridok glanced at Doyle, whose hair was unkempt and had long since bowed his head and was silent.

"What? Sent by the Thorne court~" The leaders whispered.

"That's right," Tridok continued, "the Wells are in full swing in the province of Kodor and will soon reach the city of Kodor. ”

"Good~"

"Good~"

The valley lords cheered.

"This bastard is still useful to us now, and he must know something about Thorne's court. So, we can't kill this bastard just yet, and we should bring him back to the valley for trial. ”

"Since Chief Tridoc has spoken, brothers, then we will listen to him." A disabled veteran of the Welsh Legion on crutches said to the surrounding people.

"Okay, listen to Chief Tridok."

Triduok walked up to the disabled veteran, put his hand on his shoulder, and asked, "You're a former soldier of the Welsh Legion." ”

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks to you veterans in the valley this time." Tridok looked at the elderly lords and wounded soldiers around him, and patted the disabled veteran's shoulder.

"I ask you, where is Master Cooper?" Tridok continued to ask the veteran.

"Back to the sir, Master Cooper is waiting on the carriageway leading to the valley at Beiguan Military Fort. He said that if the fort was lost, he would lead the people who would voluntarily resist the enemy to protect the safety of Lady Lottie and the young master. ”

"Okay, tell everyone, clean up the battlefield, let's go back to Wooden Fort."

"Yes, sir."

In the dense forest on the side of the road leading to the valley of the Beiguan Military Fort, Cooper, who had already taken a dozen or so people who volunteered to protect the wooden fort, was waiting anxiously in the dense forest.

Early this morning, he led the leaders who had volunteered to join the fort guard team to the dense forest by the roadside with sticks and hoes. If the enemy breaks through the Beiguan Military Fort and kills the wooden fort, then he can only use this old bone to die.

"Master Cooper, someone's coming." An eleven or twelve-year-old boy at the end of the road, who was secretly watching, ran towards Cooper with a stick.

"Do you see clearly? Isn't it the bandits? Cooper's hand holding the stick trembled. While signaling the group of old guys around him to prepare for "fighting".

"Looks like it's our people." The child said.

"Our people?" Cooper touched his chin's beard, "Could it be~"

While Cooper was still thinking, the group of people had already appeared in the field of vision of several people.

"Triduok!" Cooper looked at the leader and recognized it as Tridok, the deputy commander of the Wells Legion. As he spoke, he led the people around him to trot out of the dense forest.

"Who?" Seeing Cooper and the others suddenly running out of the dense forest, Triduok had already pulled out the long sword at his waist.

"Tridork, it's me." Cooper waved as he walked towards the group.

Seeing that it was the old butler Cooper, Special Duok hurried up to meet him. "Old butler, I've kept you waiting. Are Mrs. Lottie and the young master alright? ”

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back~" Cooper's eyes welled up with tears. "Madame Lottie and the young master I'm settled, and those bastards don't want to hurt them unless they crawl over my old bones." Cooper said excitedly, pounding his chest.

"Old butler, it's okay now, those bastards have been slaughtered by us, and only a few little minions have escaped into the dense forest, and I have sent someone to chase them. The bastard in the lead was also caught by us. With that, Triduok led Cooper to Doyle.

"Slap~Slap~" Cooper went up and slapped twice. Tied to the carriage and in a semi-comatose state, Doyle couldn't even lift his head.

"This damn bastard must not spare him!" Cooper yelled.

"The old butler is right, but it is useful for us to keep him for the time being, and we should take him back to the valley to be imprisoned."

"Okay." Cooper deflated. Turning to look at the guards guarding the Beiguan Military Fort and the garrison of Boulder Town who came to support, supporting each other, each covered with scars. Cooper painfully wiped away the old tears that had fallen out.

"Don't get excited, old butler. Let's take everyone back to the valley for treatment first, and then we'll talk about the rest slowly. ”

"Okay, let's go."

"Everyone is following and going back to the valley."

When the garrison guarding Beiguan Military Fort and Boulder Town appeared on the road not far from the Wooden Fort, the remaining lords who were worried that the battle would continue to the Wooden Fort and blocked the door looked out through the windows one by one......

Seeing that it was his own people who came, his hanging heart was put down. They opened the doors and ran outside, looking for their loved ones. For a while, noise, crying spread throughout the valley.

The old woman who looked at her man's body full of scars couldn't stop crying, for fear that her man would die at the hands of that gang of bandits~ And those women who looked at their relatives lying on the carriage pulling the corpses cried heartbreakingly, stomping their feet and hammering their chests. Some children who are only four or five years old hold their grandfather's hand and are reluctant to leave for a long time......

In this valley defense battle, the valley viscount gathered a total of more than 300 people, no less than 100 people died on the battlefield, more than 120 people were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured to varying degrees. This war caused the valley to suffer huge losses, not money, but manpower, and the fragmentation of complete families......

At this time, Lottie, who was standing by the window upstairs in the hall of the lord of the wooden castle, was already crying, and little George on the side was playing with the wooden knight's sword in the company of Camille.

Looking at the corpses covered in linen and the wounds on their bodies, as well as the weeping ladies, as the mistress of the valley, Lottie felt that she had to do something~

"Lords of the Valley, my relatives," Lottie shouted from the window to the lords downstairs. The weeping women watched the Viscountess upstairs slowly stop their tears.

"As the wife of Lord Viscount, as the mistress of the valley, and as the mother of a child, I am deeply grateful for your sacrifice and dedication. Thank you for rushing forward to fight against the demons of hell for the sake of our homeland, for taking up arms to fight to protect our loved ones, and for shedding your blood for the safety of your children and wives. Lottie continued as she looked at the people downstairs.

"All of you in the Valley Territory will not forget you, and they will not forget this damn war. Let us pray in the name of God for the mighty warriors who have lost their lives that their souls may be eternally free under the protection of our Lord. ”

"Amen ......"

"Amen ......" 166 net

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Chapter 442: Appeasement