When Berion, who had already set up an ambush inside and outside the monastery, saw the smoke billowing in the western sky, he already knew that it was Art who had sent a warning signal for himself that the enemy would attack him from the dense forest to the west.

Berion didn't know that Art had launched a surprise attack on the enemy dozens of times his size with four guards in order to gain time for his own defense or retreat, and in Berion's eyes, Art not only sent someone back to report the news but also informed the enemy of the direction of attack in advance, which was already considered benevolent.

"Man, thank you for the warning, but these rebel bandits can't scare me away." Berion took the hilt of his sword and turned to walk towards the main stone hall of the monastery.

At this time, the monastery is no longer what it was yesterday, the real soldiers are now lying in ambush on the hill less than a hundred paces away from the monastery, the monastery is full of miscellaneous soldiers and servants except for Berion's personal guards, and those monks have also been urgently transferred to a cave on the north side of the monastery to temporarily avoid the sword soldiers, no one dares to guarantee that the rebel bandits who kill the red eyes can still restrain themselves from slaughtering the clergy.

The exterior of the monastery is the same as before, but there are a few figures on the roofs of several sturdy wooden houses, the attic bell tower of the temple, and the bricks and tiles on the top of the storehouse.

That's right, these were Berion's arranged crossbowmen, and those miscellaneous servants and minions, although their melee combat effectiveness was almost zero, they had no problem firing crossbow arrows at the enemy who stormed the monastery from the relative safety of the attic.

They were issued in pairs with a crossbow and twenty or thirty arrows, and they took turns to fight at least one hammer at the enemy, or drag the enemy until the cavalry and soldiers on the nearby hills rushed down to chop melons and vegetables at the rebels.

After entering the monastery hall, Berion ordered the gate to be blocked with a bench, and then led a few soldiers armed with bows and crossbows to the attic of the temple, opened all the windows, and waited for the rebel army to "raid......

The sun was setting in the west, and it was not yet set, so this was not the best time to raid.

However, a group of rebel bandits outside the monastery in the mountains of southern Provence could no longer wait for the sky to get dark, because they also saw the smoke signal in the western sky.

Determined to break out in a final frenzy, the hundred and ten men who had been cornered rushed through the dense forest line with a roar of rage, towards the monastery gates.

Then, the charging procession came to an abrupt halt.

"Commander, there is a problem! Problematic! It's so quiet in the monastery! "A rebel officer noticed the problem, because just as they were rushing out of the edge of the forest, several sentries outside the monastery turned and ran into the monastery, and then there was no movement.

The rebel commander glanced left and right with his sword, and repeatedly searched the monastery for traces of the enemy.

At this moment, he is a little difficult to ride a tiger, what tricks is the enemy playing? Bottom down or not?

After thinking for a while, he made up his mind, "This is just an illusion laid by those border troops, the purpose is to make us dare not attack easily, at this time, the other border troops must not have rushed over, they just want to delay time!" ”

"Guys! Rush me! All the goods seized today are yours! ”

For a bandit rebel, there is nothing more motivating than plundering and dividing up the property.

More than sixty rebel bandits rushed to the monastery with a shout, but the rebel commander was still on guard, leaving two dozen minions outside the monastery to watch around, guarding against possible sudden enemy reinforcements, and then taking orders to rush in after the battle began.

The perimeter was arranged, and the rebel commander also raised his sword and rushed into the gate of the monastery......

Quiet, eerily quiet.

The monastery was small but sparsely built, so it was still not crowded when dozens of hateful-looking rebel bandits burst open the gates and stormed the monastery.

Enemy? What about the enemy?

I'm afraid this is something that all the rebel bandits have in their hearts, and there is no trace of the enemy in the monastery at all, not even a dog.

Surprises will always come.

As a trumpet blew from the attic of the monastery's temple, only a crisp clatter was heard, and arrows whizzed towards the questioning rebel bandits.

The roof tile attic, the roof of the bell tower, the stone walls, doors and windows, and the seven or eight places in the monastery where arrows could fly to the rebels and bandits in the courtyard all flew arrows.

This is a bitter minions for those who are at the forefront and are going to snatch and kill, a bad luck arrow nails the head and instantly holds their breath, and three or five lucky arrows are nailed into the chest and abdomen for a while and they can't die but they definitely can't live, convulsions and wails, and the pain is endless.

The sudden outbreak of bow and crossbow battles left a large number of rebels down, and of course not all of them were shot, and many of the bandit veterans simply instinctively fell to the ground to avoid the favor of those arrows.

"Archers! Archer! ”

The rebel officers shrunk their necks into the corners of the courtyard and ordered the archers to quickly counterattack and suppress.

A dozen archers were on the field, and they raised their bows and beckoned to the rooftop attics, but because of their disadvantaged position, it was difficult for the archers to shoot the crossbowmen who were hiding in disguise.

However, two rounds of arrows still managed to suppress the crossbow, and the rebel bandits found a hiding place.

"The border soldiers did not stay in the monastery, this is a trap." This was the thought that crossed the mind of the rebel commander, who was ready to order everyone to retreat.

"Komnenos, you're finally here!"

Just as the rebel commander was about to shout for retreat, a voice sounded in the attic of the front hall, and the man in the attic was none other than the commander of the Vilno army, the famous upstart Viscount Berrion of Provence.

"Komnenos, the monastery is surrounded by my ambushes, and you can't escape. Surrender to me with your minions, I will allow you to die a dignified death in a knightly duel, and your minions will have a chance to live. "The Komnenos in Berion's mouth is the rebel commander of the knighthood.

The sudden calm and calm persuasion of the enemy commander to surrender to the attacker shocked the hearts of the hundred and ten rebels, who were all looking around and listening, as if to verify the words of the viscount in the attic.

"A decent death? I don't want you to die a dignified death! ”

"Guys, don't listen to his nonsense, he and his soldiers must be hiding in the temple and these wooden houses, let me attack and kill them all!"

The rebel commander led the way towards the hall, followed by dozens of minions.

The few wooden houses in the monastery were smashed open by fierce rebels with arrows, and the cabins were empty and there was not the slightest sign of them.

Then there was the stone temple, and after suppressing the crossbowmen who were hiding in the heights, the rebels began to attack the monastery hall, and whatever tricks the enemy played, as long as they captured the Viscount of Berion, everything could be solved.

The rebels struck shoulders, axes, and hammers, and the wooden doors of the monastery were about to collapse.

Woo~Woo~Woo~

The low horn sounded again......

While the rebels of the monastery were slamming the temple gates alive to capture Berion, the Provençal cavalry and elite infantry who were lying in ambush on the hill north of the monastery were already drawing their axes and swords.

With three horns, fifteen cavalry and thirty elite infantry silently rushed down to the monastery.

The twenty or so rebels who remained outside the monastery couldn't bear it anymore, and they wanted to rush in and kill them.

When a menacing army suddenly appeared in the north, their first reaction was disbelief.

When the war horses trampled on the hooves, they organized resistance in a panic, but how could more than two dozen minions block a round of cavalry rushing on horses, and the hastily formed formation was instantly shattered, followed by more than 30 infantry wearing armor and armed with swords, axes, hammers and spears rushing out......

Half a mile northwest of the hermitage behind the barren hills and bushes, Art watched the battle.

According to the original plan, Art will take Ron and a few people to lurk outside the hermitage from a relatively safe distance to observe the situation of the hermitage, if Berion and they get the warning and retreat safely, it would be the best, if Berion is really unfortunate to be attacked, he will take Berion out of danger on the premise of trying not to get into danger, so that Barion can also owe another life-saving favor.

However, when the rebels burst out of the forest, Art saw a strange scene, followed by cavalry rushing down from the top of the hill, and the infantry in armor and fierce cover. If the two sides are facing each other, they will be equally powerful, but at this time, the rebels subconsciously think that they have really fallen into an ambush, how can they organize effective resistance in panic.......

"Sir? We~" Ron opened his mouth and glared at the killing that continued inside and outside the monastery, the rebel bandits had completely lost their position, the border troops were killing the remnants of the enemy besieging the monastery one by one, and those who reacted quickly had begun to climb the courtyard wall in an attempt to escape.

"What are you waiting for, it won't be our business if it's too late." With that, Art turned and ran to the col behind the barren hill where the horses were hidden.

In a few moments, five horses rushed to the gate of the monastery, and five men armed with sharp blades joined the battle group that slashed and killed the rebel bandits......

Needless to say, the result of the battle was that in addition to the seven or eight rebel bandits who had escaped into the dense forest hills, the remaining eighty-two rebel bandits were all caught, forty-six were killed, and the rest all fell to their knees.

Viscount Berion opened the door of the hall and walked out, he didn't have a chance to fill the ground with captives, and walked straight to the Yat and the others who were wiping their swords back to the sheath, "Brother Yat, I didn't expect you to risk turning around and coming back to save me." ”

When the Ates showed up in the monastery to besiege the rebel bandits, Berion was indeed amazed.

"If I knew you were so brave, I wouldn't have to come back. It's a pity that this plate chain mail, I'm afraid that Vilno's arsenal officer will have to ask me to lose money. Art touched the chain mail chain that had been cut in the team battle just now, and looked pity, this was what they borrowed from the Vilno arsenal, and they needed to return the arsenal.

Berion looked around, there were a lot of weapons and armor on the rebel bandits all over the ground, and he waved his hand, "Brother Art, what can be compensated, these five sets of armor on your body are all yours, just be my Sheri." ”

"In addition, don't be in a hurry to go north, give me half a day to clean up the battle situation, tomorrow I will accompany you back to Vilno, I will celebrate in the city, and by the way, I will also give you a banquet!"

"Someone! Pack up my barracks for Lord Art to rest. ”

Berion waved Yat's refusal, "Don't shirk, just stay in my barracks." You go down and rest first, and I'll have dinner with you when I'm done here." With that, Berion walked towards the captured rebel commander.

The rebel commander was mortally wounded, but he still refused to surrender, shouting loudly and angrily to duel Berion as a knight.

Berion pushed aside the crowd and walked up to the shameless traitor, looked up and down, and suddenly grabbed the heavy hammer in the hand of the soldier next to him, and the head was hit with a hammer, and the rebel commander's head exploded instantly......

"I gave you the opportunity to duel, but you didn't cherish it!"

"Drag this dead dog down and behead him!"

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Chapter 396: Reversal