"Hurry up, hurry up! This shipment has passed! ”

"That merchant, it's you, come here!"

"What are you pulling out here? Are there any contraband? ”

"None? Is there no that you can say? Hurry up and open all the goods, and let me check it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Armed with spears, the fierce soldiers stabbed the carriage with the tip of their spears viciously, and the merchants who were stopped could only watch helplessly and tearlessly. God forbid, he's just a weak wandering merchant, the fur on this carriage is all his net worth, he has just paid the poll tax and the carriage and horse tax, where is the spare money to bribe these gatekeepers again!

"Forget it, Calvin, it seems that he really can't come up with the money, you see how many people are blocked behind here, let him go."

Perhaps God really existed, or maybe it was just the merchant's luck today, and a voice that sounded like heaven appeared to him and helped him out of the siege.

“…… Hmph, Falk, it's on your face this time. ”

It is also strange to say that even in broad daylight, the soldiers who dared to rob blatantly at the city gate heard this sound as if a mouse had seen a cat, although his mouth was still reluctant, his body was very honest, and with a wave of his hand, he let the merchant go.

"Thank you, thank you......"

The merchant who had escaped the catastrophe was grateful, and at the same time he quickly tied the goods with flax ropes, as if fleeing from the famine, and drove the carriage to the city without looking back.

"That's a ......"

The owner of the voice who helped him out of the siege, the man known as Fuke, shook his head helplessly, and continued to walk forward with three staggers.

When he was far away, the soldier who had failed in the robbery spat at the ground.

"TMD, didn't you just rely on your own ability to get the appreciation of the mayor, and you actually disturbed Lao Tzu to make money!"

Then, the soldier next to him immediately laughed at him.

"Come on, Calvin, if you dare to say this to his face, I'll invite you to drink wine in the evening, and drink the best mead."

"What is there to dare to do!"

Calvin continued to curse, but he didn't dare to say more, and it was obvious that he was cowardly.

There is no other reason, not only because Falk is their new captain, but the most important thing is that Falk is indeed good at swordsmanship, and everyone here has been beaten by Falk for a while.

However, since this stroke was not successful, it is necessary to make up for it from the next one.

"Hey, you, come here, don't think about leaving if you don't explain what is in this batch of goods today!"

……

A busy merchant, a vicious and greedy veteran, a gloating peasant, and a slightly benevolent captain, this is a day in the life of Saint-Malo.

Peace, and the 'affluence' that does not satisfy people, but does not starve to death, Saint-Malo is like a paradise in Europe.

However, this tranquility will soon be shattered.

No, not soon, but immediately.

"Enemy Attack - !!"

"Dangdangdang - !!"

A sharp, even terrible scream rang out from the city walls, and at the same time, the iron bell used to warn was runged, and the strong bell almost tore everyone's eardrums, the hurried sound of 'dang dang dang'......

It's like ringing the death knell of the city.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Because the sound was buried by the loud sound of the bell, Calvin, who could only shout at the top of his voice, asked.

"How do I know!"

Not to be outdone, the soldiers on the other side shouted, even roaring in response, while most of the others were stunned by the unexpected chime.

They are not to blame, the last time the bell was rung was five years ago, when the Vikings fought back for the last time, and so long had passed that even the soldiers had forgotten the meaning of warning. It's a miracle that the bell, which has been forgotten for five years, can still ring.

Thankfully, they still have someone here who understands.

"What are you doing in a daze?! Enemy Attack!! Closing the gates!! ”

Furk, who had come back at a gallop, was no longer the kind of drunken person who swayed three times at a time, and he didn't even have time to slow down, he yelled at the soldiers who were standing.

His voice was so loud that it could rival the bells, and the soldiers woke up like they were from a dream.

But here's a catch.

That's the businessman.

Unlike the pampered soldiers, who are accustomed to living a peaceful life, these merchants who travel from north to south have the most sensitive sense of danger - if they were not sensitive, they would have been chopped by bandits and robbers who suddenly rushed out of nowhere.

As a result, the merchants reacted even earlier than the soldiers.

The result of the merchants' reaction was that order was gone.

Nonsense! No matter what kind of thing is about to fight, whether it is a bandit or robber, a Viking, or an army, it is a thing that kills people, and these soldiers in front of me, although fierce but only need money, are as well-behaved as rabbits compared to them.

If the money is gone, they can make it again, but if their lives are gone, where can they reason? God is omnipotent, but God also treats everything, including their deaths!

As a result, there was chaos at the gates of the city.

Merchants, as the name suggests, are meant to carry goods, and no matter how big or small, these merchants have at least one carriage to transport them.

And the gates of Saint-Malo can only be used by two carriages in parallel!

What's more, I don't know if that bastard made a mistake in his busyness, the carriage rolled over directly on the road and blocked the city gate, and the people outside couldn't get in. Some anxious businessmen don't care about 3721, they have to use the carriage to push and squeeze, which is good, everyone is waiting to have fun.

However, some people are not reconciled.

"What are you doing! Didn't you hear me when I told you to close the gates?!! ”

Generally speaking, there will be two gates in the town, one is a wooden gate, which is designed to facilitate the entry and exit of merchants, and the other is a stone gate, which is usually hung with a rope and is only allowed to be lowered when war comes.

And now, Falk was standing at the soldier who was manipulating the stone gate, or rather, the winch that lowered it, almost shouting into his ear.

By the way, Shimen has a rather nice name in China, called a jack pendant.

"But, our brother, ......"

"Get out of the !!"

There was no time for the soldier to hesitate, and as soon as he pushed the soldier aside, he drew his long sword and cut the rope that held the stone door together!

With a bang, Shimen fell to the ground satisfied, after crushing the bones of a few unlucky eggs.

And at this time, on the horizon outside the city, the horses' hooves thundered, the earth shook, the sand flew away, and the smoke billowed out, it was the cavalry, it was the enemy's cavalry!

"Javelin preparation—"

"One hundred steps—"

"Eighty steps-steady-"

"Sixty Steps-Steady-"

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. The cost of the bow was too high, and in the days when there were only one-sided horseshoe, shooting an arrow right away was a technical task. Faced with such a dilemma, the East chose to invent bilateral horse shoeing to enhance the stability of the horse, as for the West, they creatively pointed out the javelin cavalry.

A variant of the archers, a heresy of heavy cavalry, the ultimate cavalry of the classical era, the ultimate of one-sided horseback cavalry, which can harass the javelin cavalry who can charge into battle!

"Forty Steps - Throwing !!"

Like the horns of death, a whole hundred, each weighing four kilograms, with iron black spear heads glittering with a cold light, soared into the air, and under the action of gravity, they would be transformed into the most qualified killing machines, and they would fall with a bang under the desperate gaze of those innocents!

Lefèvre and his cavalry, in this salute of blood and death, completed Magnus's first show against Brittany.

A simple greeting.