At this critical moment, I only heard "Bah... Bang...! There were two loud knocks on the door, and the teenager John Neville was the first to slam through the door from behind the small auditorium door, brandishing the short-handled battle axe in his hand and rushing out. This was followed by William Parr and Baldwin pouring into the courtyard in the direction of the cloister across from the chapel.

When William led the crowd into the courtyard, Fast at the southern entrance of the courtyard also led several guards into the courtyard. The target of the three teams in three directions is the leader of the thieves, who has raised his pickaxe and hammer and is ready to smash their female commander. Almost at the same time, the teenagers John, William, Baldwin, and Fast, who rushed to the courtyard, saw a strange scene.

When the rough-voiced man rushed to Isabel Walton, she had already drawn a heavy arrow from the quiver on her back. However, she no longer had time to put the arrow on the bowstring, and then pull the bowstring and shoot the arrow. I saw that she held the shaft of the arrow tightly in her right hand, raised her right arm, aimed the arrow at the front of the arrow, and stabbed the man with a thick voice in the left eye.

"Ahh The man let out a terrible howl, and the movement of raising the hammer and smashing it down also stopped in mid-air. At this time, Isabel, who was blind in his left eye, would not give him any chance to fight back, and raised her right leg to hit him in the chest.

When John and the others ran to the female commander, the rough-voiced man had been kicked to the ground by Isabel. Then, he put the arrow that had blinded him in the left eye on the string, pulled the bowstring, and shot an extremely sharp arrow at the man's neck. Young John looked at the man who had been nailed to the grass by the arrow, and shook his head regretfully, "Godmother, I would be very happy if you left me this opportunity. ”

Seven or eight men with hideous faces and various weapons near the barbecue looked in amazement at the three teams that poured into the courtyard at the same time. When someone came to their senses and tried to rescue their leader, they found that it was too late, and the leader was killed in the grass by an arrow.

The middle-aged man who had lost his son and was dressed as a farmer looked at the young men who rushed into the courtyard with a longbow, holding a longbow but not knowing who to shoot the first arrow at. It's like saying to yourself, and it's like saying to other accomplices, "Who are these people?" ”

Isabel turned to the man who was lying on his back and was nailed to death by an arrow, but only responded to his godson, "Don't say it, go tell those people, put down your arms and surrender, and hand over everything you have stolen." ”

"Yes, godmother." Young John's mind was full of trophies at this time, and he didn't think that those thieves-like men had not completely laid down their weapons, and whether they would continue to fight with them.

William Parr, who was a step behind, stood beside Isabel and glanced at her. At this point, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start. After all, the scene just now was too dangerous and too worrying for Isabel. Isabel glanced sideways at him, stepped forward and pulled the arrow from the man's neck, and looked at him again, "What's the matter, still thinking about what just happened?" ”

Young John and the 20 guards beside him shook hands with half swords, longbows, and arrows in an arc towards the rest of the people, and when they surrounded them in the southeast corner of the courtyard, they shouted: "Lay down your weapons, unless you really want to die here like those few people!" ”

He looked at the middle-aged longbowman who looked at his son who died on the spot again, walked in front of several accomplices with a longbow in his hand, and looked at the young man John and the others in uniform clothes and cuirass without fear of life and death, "Are you people sent by the governor under the magistrate of Rippon?" ”

"Governor? Hmph, how can a magistrate's subordinates compare to us. John glanced at the middle-aged man triumphantly, and then smiled at the guards beside him.

Baldwin feared that the thieves would engage in a vicious battle with the guards, which would not only delay their journey, but also cause some casualties to his own colleagues. Staring at the middle-aged longbowman with a very serious expression, "If you lay down your weapons and hand over what you have looted, we will let you leave the monastery." ”

A tenant farmer with a spear glanced at his accomplices standing on either side of him in trepidation, so he walked up to the middle-aged man and whispered, "Now that the leader is dead, we don't have to serve him anymore." The north is so big, we can survive wherever we go, right? ”

"My son is dead, and I'm going to take his body away." The middle-aged man glanced coldly at his accomplice, then at Baldwin, "We agree." However, I am going to take my son's body away. ”

"No problem, I hope I won't meet you in Richmondshire in the future."

As Isabel drew arrows from the other three thieves she had slain, she glanced at the terrified wanderers who were already trembling at the north corner of the courtyard, and walked back to William and ordered, "Get some men to bring our horses over." Also, tell Baldwin to have some roasted beef for the homeless. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, what about the rest of the thieves?"

"All of them, we're just passing through here, and we don't have the right to arrest."

"I see, Your Excellency."

After William left, Isabel turned and walked away from the group of landless wanderers in the North Point. The landless wanderers with two or three children were so frightened that they didn't know where to hide when they saw her walking in their direction. They can only gather together, curled up and head bowed, like a flock of sheep waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for death to come.

Isabel looked at the unarmed and innocent peasants, squatted down three or four paces away from them, smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, my people and I will not hurt you. ”

An old tenant farmer looked up at her weapons and breastplate. But he didn't dare to look at her face, and said timidly, "My lord, uh, miss, we are not in the same group as those people." ”

Isabel nodded, "I know, if you're in the same league as those people, you don't even have a weapon." ”

"I am very grateful for the kindness of Mademoiselle. Uh, can we get out of here? ”

"Yes, you can go wherever you want." When Isabel finished speaking, two guards came to these people with several large pieces of roasted beef shank, and whispered to the old landless wanderer with a smile: "Poor people, take them and eat them." ”

As Wei Cong handed the roast beef to several adult landless wanderers, the mouths of two or three boys and girls kept swallowing. Isabel couldn't bear to look any further, and ordered the guards, "Divide some food and clothes from what the thieves have stolen." ”