Lady Marty, wearing a long green waist skirt and a fiery red fox fur in the tower of Willeburg, stood quietly at the window mouth of the main tower, her eyes were on the village outside her castle, the village that provided crops and supplies for Willeburg, at this time thick black smoke rose in the sky, the village that should have been protected by the lord, but at this time it was helpless to watch the burning, and it was the Slavic nobles of Wille County who attacked Ms. Marty's property, These Slavic nobles, who refused to convert, went around inciting disgruntled people against Marty and gathered a rabble of 400 men to burn, kill, loot and intimidate the villagers outside Willeburg.

"Julian, I've had enough of watching my people suffer helplessly here, gather the soldiers in the castle, and we'll go out and fight those traitors to the death." Lady Marty clenched her fists, and her resolute gaze looked at Julian standing behind her, the faithful knight who was looking tenderly at Marty, who would have been unable to bear the heavy burden of the lord without Julian's support in this difficult time.

"We have very few people, less than three hundred soldiers in the castle who can fight, if we defend the castle, it is enough, but if we fight outside the castle, we may lose." Julian tells Marty that the stubborn old-fashioned aristocracy refuses to fulfill his oath of allegiance to Marty, and that the deposed Lomwa priests are secretly exercising their power.

"How the hell did this qiē happen?" Madame Martí looked out the window at the miserable state of her own territory, which began a few months ago, when Father Paul, as Marty's court priest, spared no effort to preach in order to make Wille a Catholic territory, but one day the situation changed.

"Father Paul, what's wrong with you?" It was late one evening and Father Paul was leading a group of faithful believers on his own mule. And under the protection of the knight's class, the wolf bèi fled into the castle of Wille, and Julian said in surprise when he saw the unbearable appearance of the priest known as the saint.

"Lord Julian, the situation is very bad, the mob has attacked the priest and there are signs of rioting when they gather together." The knight's face was blue and purple, and blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth. The back of the left hand was also cut with a sharp object, and it was not to be wrapped in strips of coarse linen torn into strips.

"Riot, what the hell is going on, what did you do?" Julian was astonished to hear this, and he was under the impression that Father Paul had always been a moderate missionary, but why he was suddenly attacked by a mob.

"This is all the will of the Lord, I was inspired by the Lord in a dream a few days ago, we should use a more efficient way to influence believers, this is the omen that the Lord gave me in a dream~~~." Sit on a wooden bench next to you. Father Paul leaned on his back and muttered to himself.

"Omen, what's the more efficient way?" Julian looked at the knight class who was still awake and could communicate in confusion, and the knight class shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"It was the Inquisition, the priest thought that the Lord gave him an omen in a dream, and only through the Guò Inquisition could save people's souls." The knight class said to Julian.

"Inquisition, but I haven't heard of it from Lady Marty." Julian was even more amazed when he heard this, before the Church had launched the Crusades. The Inquisition was still subject to the secular lords, which meant that they had to cooperate with the local lords. And Father Paul's initiation of a religious trial without even applying to the lord is an outlier.

"This is the will of the Lord." Father Paul stood up suddenly, and he pointed his finger upwards and said loudly.

Father Paul's inquisition infuriated the peasants and Slavic nobles, and the tribal leaders, who had been co-opted by Marty with gentle means, began to rebel against Marty's rule, and this rebel army was entrenched outside Willeburg. If it weren't for the supplies and weapons from Mecklenburg being transported into the castle in advance, I am afraid that these rebels would have dared to start attacking the castle.

"The rebellion must be quelled, and I cannot watch my father's legacy being ravaged by a group of traitors." Marty said righteously.

"Then I will present my sword in accordance with my oath." Seeing Marty so resolute, Julian said no more, and he drew his sword and stuck it in front of him. Kneeling down on one knee and swearing to Marty.

Soon, the rebels entrenched outside Willeburg noticed that the drawbridge of the castle had suddenly been lowered, and Madame Marty was wearing a small scale armor and a bear skin, riding on a brown warhorse, and she was closely followed by Julian, a knight from Mecklenburg, who wore chain mail and a Germanic helmet, and a brown cloak fluttering in the wind, and two hundred Willeburg soldiers with spears and bows and arrows following behind their lord.

"Ms. Marty looks like she wants to fight us." The rebel leader was a former vassal of Marty, who had given him more land than had ever been in order to appease him, but now all his efforts had been in vain.

"Yes, Leader Rusen." The other Slavic nobles who had joined the rebels chimed in, knowing that the only force that Marty could mobilize at the moment was 200 soldiers in Willeburg, and that the rebels already had a lot of initiative in numbers.

"Well, this battle is a last resort, but we cannot serve the monarch who believes in false gods, and I have already consulted with the high priest that if we take Willeburg, we will sacrifice it to Lord Kang Tuoyi." Leader Lu Sien said with a sigh.

"And what about Ms. Marty?"

"Exile her, I can't stain the blood of the monarch I once swore took."

"What a merciful decision."

While the rebel leaders were already talking and deciding on the future of Willle, the army led by Lady Martí and Julian drove out of the village of Willleburg, and the two hundred soldiers formed a horizontal formation, with the archers in front and the spearmen behind.

"Hmm." Julian rode on a horse and he looked around at the soldiers beside him, these soldiers looked at the black crowd opposite, and couldn't help but show a timid look on their faces, although the number of people in the era of cold weapons could not determine the victory or defeat, but the probability of winning was of course that the side with more people had more advantages.

"Lu Sien, why did you betray me?" Lady Marty harnessed her crotch steed her horse and shouted angrily in the direction of the rebel leader, Lu Sien, who was not very far away, and that it was an open area where the sound could travel far enough.

"Bah, your ugly Germanic sorcerer burned my cousin's family to death, and it's all your fault for converting to that evil god." The leader of the rebels, Lu Sien, angrily spat on the ground, and burned to death several resolutely unwilling converts in the religious trial of Father Paul.

"This is a mistake, I will give you an explanation, let's settle this incident through peace talks." Madame Martí was also well aware of the superiority of the forces on both sides, and she tried to pacify the rebellious nobles through peace talks.

"No, we feel that by dedicating Willer to Lord Kang Tuoyi, we have to return to our traditional life and religion." Rusin padded his tomahawk and pinned a Slavic pointed helmet to his head, and when his words fell, the rebel soldiers let out a loud shout, but Madame Marty was silent.

"For the sake of your lordship, move forward." In this case, Julian, of course, could not let the arrogance of the other party continue to be arrogant, he drew his sword, waved it at the opposite side and led the soldiers of Wellle to rush over, this valiant knight took the lead in the charge, the heroic spirit immediately boosted morale, the Willer soldiers clenched their spears and rushed towards the rebels, the archers mixed in the crowd and stopped every few steps to shoot arrows at the opposite side, and the rebels although most of them were composed of farmers and civilians, But they immediately picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at the rushing soldiers, and suddenly the arrows and stones were intertwined, and the people who were hit wailed in pain.

"Kill." With a wave of his battle axe, the leader of Rusin led the Slavic nobles and rebels to rush over like waves, like two rivers colliding in the open meadow between the village and the castle, the battle axe striking on the shield, the sword slashing on the axe, and the sound of fighting and neighing horses mingled.

"Gray Law ~~~~." Julian shouted wildly and raised his sword in his hand, and he rode into the rebels, slashing left and right, skillfully maneuvering his horse to knock the enemy in his way to the ground.

"Hold off their cavalry." The leader of Lusen took the time to look around while cutting down the soldiers who were blocking the way to the ground, and he saw the commotion caused by several soldiers on horseback led by Julian, and immediately ordered several Slavic nobles around him, the peasants who had no military training and lacked clothes and armor were no match for knights, but these Slavic nobles were different, they were good at dealing with cavalry with spears and large shields.

"Yes." Several Slavic nobles immediately took large shields and spears, and several people formed a formation to kill in the direction of Julian, they pointed the spear point at the eyes of the war horse, the sharp spear tip made the war horse neigh uneasily, increasing the difficulty of Julian to control the war horse, although he tried hard to use the sword to slash at those Slavic nobles, but the big shield resisted the blade of the sword. (To be continued......)