Ulliu's sudden shot shattered everyone's luck.

The people outside the farm didn't expect to be suddenly attacked, and many people inside who were still holding the idea of just trying to force the other party back were also completely unable to retreat by this shot.

Even Elliot was taken aback by the sudden change, his face, which had always been relaxed, was now completely frozen, and he looked at Alexander's expression as if he had suddenly swallowed a gecko.

"This man is crazy." It was this thought that first crossed Elliott's mind, and the habit he had formed over the years had made him as ingrained in him as Bolery that unless it was a war with the infidels, it was foolish to fight to the death, that war between nobles should be proper and moderate, and that anyone who was too cruel to his enemies might be condemned by others.

So what Elliot knew was not so much a war as a show of strength on both sides, swearing their determination and courage to their opponents in a variety of strict formations, majestic banners, and bright and beautiful costumes for the soldiers, and the criterion for their victory was who finally chose to escape because they lost their courage, rather than being killed on the battlefield.

At least that's how most wars are, and everyone seems willing to submit to the rules of war.

Even when one battle is over and the other has not yet begun, the aristocrats on both sides may find time to find a place to get together for a drink or two, or to discuss some of the fashionable art that is currently in vogue in the big cities of Venice, Milan or Bologna, which is the Italian war, elegant and restrained.

But now, a beast like a beast out of the jungle has suddenly ruined it all!

For some reason, Elliot had the illusion that the shot that had just been fired might break the previous war, which was elegant and modest, but also full of tepid and procrastinating, and that a good old day that belonged to the "golden age" for some people might be gone forever.

Elliott's thoughts only flashed through his mind, and he immediately looked outside.

The unlucky man who was hit did not die, apparently his face was wounded, he fell to the ground with his face in his hands and kept rolling, and the terrible screams made everyone on both sides secretly frightened.

The men, who had fled a long way away, finally stopped, and then two men turned around and came back, dismounted at a distance, and then slowly walked towards the man with their hands raised.

Everyone involuntarily looked at Alexander, and then back to look at Ulliu, who had reloaded his musket on the roof.

The Moors put the musket on his shoulder, in fact, the first attack was also very lucky for him, he didn't even expect to actually hit any of those people, now looking at the two slowly approaching enemies, Ulliu also licked his lips a little nervously, and then tried to hold the gun more steadily.

For Uliu, the terrible experiences he had experienced since childhood had given him a completely different understanding of the word mercy, and he did not know what mercy meant to his enemies.

"You're not going to let that Moorish shoot those two guys, it's too cruel and too despicable!" Elliot couldn't help but say to Alexander, "It's not something a nobleman can do, or maybe you don't deserve to be a nobleman at all." ”

Alexander didn't look at Elliot, his eyes just staring at the man who was half-hunched over the wounded guy in the open space outside, and then he raised his hand and waved to the roof behind him under everyone's gaze.

"At least you're doing it right this time." Elliott exhaled, and for some reason he looked at the young man after that shot, but he couldn't care so much.

"I didn't let me shoot because they had to send at least two people to take care of the wounded, so they had to send at least two people, so they had three fewer people." Alexander glanced at Elliot, then grabbed the sword beside him, "Now is the time when the real difficulty is, they already know our determination, and now it's up to them to pay for this farm." ”

As Alexander put it, the "tax collector" was faced with a difficult choice.

Although some places in Kosenza were not satisfactory before, the tax collector, who was generally smooth, did not expect to be surprised by this small farm, let alone that this accident was an inexplicable head-on blow!

There were no claims, no negotiations, and no even knowing who the other party was, and there were already people on his side who had been beaten and seriously wounded, which made the tax collector even feel that he was fighting a group of barbarians.

The man who had ventured to be snatched back was not in good shape, and he watched his face as he was beaten beyond recognition, and the tyranny of a storm that could break out at any moment loomed on the tax collector's face.

"Prepare to attack." When he finally gave the order, he understood that not only was the farm occupied by the enemy, but that the other party had shot him and told him that there was no compromise or negotiation at all.

This made the tax collector uncomfortable, but there was no way back, and the Duke knew better than anyone else what it meant for him to be defeated.

In the dark night, the crowd that had gathered together began to disperse, and these previously high-spirited cavalrymen had to dismount and walk, and some of them also took off their half-body armor for convenience and flexibility, and the spears and swords in their hands shone in the cold light in the moonlight, although they knew that the other party had firearms unexpectedly, these soldiers still approached slowly and methodically.

"Let me see how much you can do," the tax collector whispered to himself, he didn't know how many people there were on the farm, but it shouldn't be too many, and the thought reassured him a little, "Attack!" ”

A shout sounded, and the tax collector's men rushed forward like frightened rabbits, and even a prom war can be brutally slaughtered and wounded, and these well-trained soldiers know what is most terrifying about them.

Muskets! Only muskets are their greatest threat, and as long as they can rush in front of them, they believe that the villagers who have been improvised will throw away their weapons and turn away.

The tax collector's guess was good, and when the first attack shout sounded, some villagers were so frightened that they threw away the pitchfork in their hands and turned their heads and ran, which immediately caused a series of reactions, and the villagers who were already panicked immediately threw away their weapons and fled to the village when they saw someone running away!

"Don't run!" Carlo shouted, he grabbed a man and yelled and dragged him back, while shooting an arrow with a crossbow in his other hand aimlessly, "Can you still run away at this time?!" Hold the village! ”

"Shoot!" Alexander's shouts also rang out at this moment.

The roar of the muskets exploded in everyone's ears as the first enemy climbed the fence.

No one fell, no one screamed, Uliou's shot was missed!

But it was worth it, and the first man to climb the fence stiffened with fright from the shot, instinctively believing that the musket was being fired at him, only by the time he realized that he was not hurt, it was too late.

The scimitar appeared almost suddenly in front of the man's eyes, so that before he could feel the pain, the man had already been slashed off the fence with a single blow.

This unexpected slash came from Boleri, and he did not stop after cutting down the enemy, but continued to charge at another enemy who tried to cross the fence with a roar.

Carlo looked at the scene in horror, he often hunted, and he had also been called on the battlefield by his lord, but it was the first time he had seen such blood.

There is no chance of even confrontation, only direct and merciless slaughter!

Then he understood what he had to do, there was no way back!

Carlo raised his crossbow and fired an arrow at the nearest enemy, and he shouted and drew his sword and rushed forward, regardless of whether it had been shot or not.

The knife was used by him to defend himself when he hunted, and hunters used their crossbows or traps more against wild beasts, and Carlo even remembered that the old hunter told him that if a hunter was going to use his knife against his prey, it meant that he had failed.

But now Carlo had to swing the knife in his hand, so that when the blade was not sharp and slashed at the enemy's body, the feeling of slicing through the flesh and bones suddenly made him feel no different from killing a dying prey.

The splattered blood did not allow Carlo to escape, but provoked him to even greater madness, and after slashing one enemy off the fence, he brandished his blood-stained machete and charged at the other, and he looked so horrible that his opponent had to jump from the fence he had already climbed in a panic.

Elliot knew she had been fooled.

He understood that it was all a conspiracy of this Sicilian, and now the only thing he could do was either fight or flee.

He didn't want to fight, but he ran away......

Looking at the enemy who had already climbed over the fence and rushed towards him, Elliot reluctantly raised his sword, it was not unusual for a nobleman who had not publicly announced his identity to be killed in such a place, especially now that the two sides had completely lost control, killing each other had become the only way to protect himself.

Although some people fled, the battle broke out in front of the fence in an instant.

Alexander stood behind the carriage in front of the wooden gate, and when the first enemy jumped on the towering haystack of the carriage, he only instinctively took a slight step back, and then he watched as the man stepped into the air and fell straight down, and then a series of screams came from the high gang of the carriage.

He could guess the terrible appearance of the person who fell inside, it must have been a few pitchforks that had been erected directly through the body to let out that terrible scream.

Alexander didn't know how to use his sword, but he did know how to use everything he had at his disposal.

Another shot rang out, and this time Ulliu did not disappoint, an enemy who had already broken through the wooden fence fell to the ground with a gunshot, but the gap behind him was also seen by everyone because of this shot!

"Rush in!"

"Plug it!"

The tax collector and Beleri roared on both sides of the fence almost simultaneously, and the men on both sides involuntarily rushed towards the gap, but the tax collector was obviously more trained, and several of them with spears quickly flattened the spears, and the sharp blades of the spears had blocked the gap before the villagers could rush over.

"It's over." Elliot blurted out in a desperate voice, he knew that the success or failure of these people at this time was also related to his own fate and even his life, so when he saw the gap being taken away, his heart also sank.

In the face of the sparse but already formed wall of spears, the villagers who only relied on courage to support them were instantly frightened and at a loss.

"Surrender, you've lost!" The tax collector stood at the back of the line and announced loudly that the battle, though not long, had dragged on for him too long.

Although he didn't know where the countess of Cosenza had gone, he had a feeling that the countess would not give up so easily, after all, just thinking about the behavior of the young lady in the volcanic pass could guess that she was different from the other noble ladies.

So he had to solve the problems of the farms on the Agri River as soon as possible, but now he was being blocked out by such a group of stupid farmers, which made him annoyed and worried, so he decided to solve these unexpected changes as soon as possible.

"Not yet."

A voice that sounded impressive to the tax collector because of its special tone suddenly came from behind the farmers, and just as the tax collector tried to follow the sound to find the man, a flaming torch suddenly passed over everyone and threw it into the clearing where the two sides were facing each other.

The tax collector had only time to follow the bright trail to see the torches fall on the haystack on the ground with the foul smell of animal oil, and then a long wall of fire instantly rose between them!

The soldiers at the front were instantly enveloped in the sudden burst of flames, and they threw away their spears and retreated in horror, and then rolled to the ground in desperation, rolling over and over.

"Stand back! Go back to the village! Alexander ordered the villagers, and when he saw Elliot, who was still stunned as he looked at the wall of fire, he patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go back." ”

"You've been prepared, haven't you?" Elliott asked, "You're going to fight against Frederick's men, aren't you?" ”

"They're going to fight against me." Alexander followed Ulliu, who had jumped off the roof, to a small room, which he had already thought of, and most importantly, the small prayer hall on the farmstead.

Bellery hesitated to enter the prayer hall, but when he looked back at the fire behind him, he followed in.

"We're here to watch," Alexander told Ulliu to take the window before he said to the others, and seeing the nervousness of the men and more panicked and frightened eyes, he walked over and pressed Carlo's shoulder hard, "You have done a good job, I promise you that your reward will now be doubled, and I promise you that as long as you hold on until the arrival of the countess, each of you will have a piece of land of his own, and you will no longer be a farmer on the farm, you can be the master of the land yourself." ”

Land!

Everyone's eyes lit up! 、

Becoming a homesteader with their own land is a lifelong but difficult aspiration for these farm helpers, and now there is such an opportunity at hand!

"How do you have the right to say such things." Bellery said angrily, but his next words were interrupted by Alexander.

"Josa promised that she would pay whatever it took to keep the farm," Alexander looked at Beleri, "and don't forget that your sister is also surnamed Kosenza." ”

Bellery's face turned red, and he was about to say something more, when Ulliu, who had been staring outside, suddenly shouted, "They're coming!" ”

Everyone couldn't help but feel shocked, and they flocked to the wall, and some of them looked nervously through the cracks in the doors and windows.

Amid the stench and smoke that washed his nose, the tax collector slowly walked out with his men, who stopped not too far from the prayer hall but safe enough.

"Looks like it's going to be a long night." Looking at the enemy outside, Alexander muttered to himself.