While the French people of the village of Gatville Le Fal enjoyed the comfort of sleep, a team of 200 sergeants from the Royal Fleet of England quietly invaded the outskirts of the village, and soon formed an impermeable encirclement around the village. Another British army, led by a female noblewoman from England, entered the village silently, going from house to house searching the French, taking all their belongings, food, weapons, and horses with them.

In less than a few moments, the whole village was filled with a chaotic scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping. The roars and screams of men, the screams of women, and the cries of children filled the skies of the Manche region of France. However, this chaotic phenomenon did not last long. The 190 naval sergeants had been ordered to kill those who resisted, while the farmers who obeyed or did not resist, their wives and children, were left to die.

After about two hours of fighting to capture and search the entire village, the living French were forcibly taken around the church of Notre-Dame in the village. Because there is a large open space near the Church of Notre-Dame, it can be used to concentrate on these French farmers. At this time, Isabel Walton, dressed in a friar's hood and fully armed, went to the clearing, accompanied by two Duke's palace guards, two captains, and several sergeants armed with torches.

Glancing at the men, old men, women and children sitting around the clearing, Isabel said in French with a blank face, "Farmers, you must be wondering who we are, why we are plundering your village and killing some of those who resist us, is that so?" ”

The scene of the captives was silent, and all the people looked at her with hatred. Occasionally, a few children's cries came from the crowd, which were quickly muffled by the mother. Of course, it was normal to hate Isabel and the British army she led. After all, they are foreign invaders that everyone wants to kill.

Isabel waited a while, and seeing that no one answered, she said to Baldwin, who was beside her, "Bring the priest and the village officer, and I have something to say to them." ”

Soon, a French priest dressed in a black religious robe with a cross on his chest and a richly dressed village official were taken to the clearing. Isabel looked at the two men in front of her without saying a word, and then, looking at the taller and thinner priest, she said in French, "Father, pray for those who have died." In addition, the food and drinks from the church were given to these people. ”

The bald priest above his head looked at her with a blank expression, and suddenly said a few words in French, "You are... Pirates or English? ”

Isabel smiled at the crowd around her, then turned her gaze back to the priest, "Pirates? Well, we are the English army in the service of His Majesty the King. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately attracted the attention of the farmers sitting in the clearing. A middle-aged farmer with a thick beard immediately stood up, glared at her fiercely and shouted, "You are English?!" Are you invading our kingdom? ”

"Hey, farmer, sit down!" A naval sergeant with a halberd and in charge of guarding the prisoners shouted. However, the middle-aged farmer did not understand what he was saying.

"Sergeant, be quiet." After saying something to the sergeant, Isabel looked at the middle-aged farmer with those falcon-like eyes, and said coldly, "Farmer, your village has been captured by us, and I don't care about killing a few more Frenchmen, do you understand?" ”

The middle-aged farmer did not seem to be afraid of her threat, and once again exclaimed, "We will not be afraid of you, English. Hundreds of years ago, you killed everyone here. But the land is still under the rule of God and our King! ”

"Fast, go, shut him up!" Isabel said with some disgust, she didn't want to let a farmer ruin her battle plan.

"Yes, Your Excellency." The Duke's guard sneered as he walked towards the farmer as he slowly drew his handguard sword. The rest of the French farmers and women shy away in horror.

At this time, Father Française, who had been silent, suddenly shouted to the middle-aged farmer, "Arthur, what are you doing?" Sit down! ”

The middle-aged farmer glanced at the priest and sat down quietly. When Isabel looked at the priest again, she nodded and said, "Priest, I need you to comfort these farmers and their wives and children, can you do it?" ”

"Madame, they are God's people, and they will do your will." The priest just said lightly.

Isabel nodded in satisfaction, and then walked over to the village officer next to the priest and looked at him, "Listen, village officer, as long as these people don't run away, don't resist, and don't report this to Bavler's army, I'll let them go." ”

The sturdy village official replied, "Yes, ma'am." ”

"Village officer, I want to say everyone, including you and your family. If you want to trade my head and the heads of these sergeants for money, titles, or status, I can only cut you off and hang you on the cross on the roof of this church! Isabel said viciously, believing that the village official would report to the French army.

After intimidating dozens of French people with military force, Isabel ordered the sergeants to take the village officials' relatives and some women, and the children were held hostage by the two captains. It was almost 5 a.m. when she and Baldwin, Fast and others went into the village officer's house to rest and eat.

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Soon, Isabel and others, who stayed in the village of Gatville Lefal, ushered in the sunrise. However, the sunrise was not a good thing for the more than 400 British sergeants, as they would be easily spotted. Aware of this problem, Isabel ordered most of the sergeants to hide in the farmer's house near the church and the village officials' house. At the same time, she had some of the sergeants keep a close watch over the prisoners held in the church.

As the head of the occupying forces, Isabel did not dare to let her guard down, and after only three or four hours of rest, she began to arrange a reconnaissance mission to spy on the port of Pavler. At this time, she wore a traditional black monk's robe, leather armor and two swords.

Baldwin and Fast, who were also dressed as her, looked at each other and laughed, Fast looked up and down at the monk's uniform on his body, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that I would dress up as a French monk." ”

Isabel on the side said, "When you go to Pavrel, you must be careful not to be detected by the French." ”