"My lord, there's a fire in the city."

The guard walked into Aren's room and reported, looking a little anxious, but not flustered.

"I saw that there were fires in several places, and told me where they were. How many arsonists are there? ”

Alleyne stood in front of the window, plate and chain mail arming him from head to toe. The sword hung from his waist, and the moonblade axe was set aside, and it was obvious that he was ready.

"They set fires near the market and barracks, and firewood and grass near the warehouses were also set on fire. The city was full of armed thugs, at least 1,000 people, and the fire brigade did not dare to extinguish the fire now. ”

"Very well, now I can declare these thugs criminals."

Alleyne nodded after hearing the report, put on his expensive plate armor armguards, and walked to the door with his sword in hand.

"The rebels will definitely go and attack our barracks, attack this castle. If they have soldiers outside the city, they will also raid the defenders on the city walls. ”

"Hmm... The defenders in the barracks can hold them back for a while, so that the logging team and the peony regiment are ready, and the time has come for meritorious service! ”

With that, Alleyne walked out of the door with his weapon.

What appeared before his eyes was the glow of hundreds of torches. A group of armed burghers and noble privateers had crossed the shallow moat and seized the drawbridge in an attempt to storm the castle.

Aren didn't show the slightest panicked, he waved his hand, and the guard next to him immediately took off the horn from his waist and blew it.

Having previously hidden in the castle, heavily armed soldiers climbed the castle walls and threw countless javelins and stones at the mob and rebels below, as well as a barrage of arrows from the crossbowmen.

A single wave of attacks had cut the mob attacking the castle in half, and the rebel officers immediately realized that there were far more defenders than they had thought.

On the other side of the city, in the armory and barracks, dozens of guards were engaged in fierce battles with a mob ten times their size.

And in the nearby streets, citizens are constantly taking up arms to join the fight against the Swadian invaders. They were poorly armed, had no armor, and were mostly armed with nothing more than shovels and sticks. However, they were numerous and extremely excited, so they burst out with great combat effectiveness, which caused the nearby patrols and guards to suffer a lot.

In charge of guarding the armory was a Byron veteran, one of the first farmers to follow Byron. At that time, Byron valued him very much, and he did not disappoint Byron later.

So after he was promoted to infantry, Byron appointed him a sergeant. Although the sergeant's strength was considered by the system to be a concern, he did manage dozens of mercenary swordsmen and Swadia light infantry, and he was also very loyal to Byron, so Ellen entrusted him with the task of leading twenty-five soldiers to guard the Viruga armory.

"Hold on, our support will be coming soon, don't let these bastards get into the armory!"

The sergeant stood on the roof of the building and shouted, raising his spear and stabbing a mob as they tried to climb through the window. His soldiers blocked the door to the armory, and stood on the roof of the building and threw tapoises downward.

The flames and debris from the explosion took a toll on the mob, who lacked armor to protect them, and soon there was a wail underneath, and the men had to retreat.

But before they could sit down and catch their breath, a large group of noble privateers in cotton and leather armor surrounded them with ladders, and the armed citizens also lifted a few pieces of wood that had been removed from the house and tried to break open the door.

The armory was three stories high, which was the limit of what the ladder could reach in the hands of these mob rebels. The guards kept knocking down the ladder and stabbing down with their spears, but a few of them climbed to the top of the building and smashed the head of a mercenary swordsman with an iron-striking hammer.

Finally got rid of these guys, and a few hunters with bows and crossbows appeared in the crowd below. They shot and wounded two guards at once, which further aggravated the situation.

The sergeant's hands began to tremble, not because of fear, but because of the fatigue of fighting these enemies. He prayed in his heart that reinforcements would arrive quickly, otherwise it would fall in less than ten minutes.

As if his prayers had an effect, a bright trumpet pierced the haze in the sky, and soon the countless horns overpowered the cries of the mob and gave hope to the guards.

Peony flags were raised from all directions, horses neighed and riders shouted from the other side of the street, approaching them as fast as thunder.

The mob turned their heads in horror, and what caught their eyes was the sturdy armoured horses, sharp scimitars and heavy maces, and rows of mounted spears and spears.

Alleyne rushed forward, wielding the Moonblade Axe in his hand, and with a roar of rage, the axe slashed in front of him, whipping up a cloud of flesh.

The long weapons of the riders pierced through the flesh and blood of the mob in the back row, and in fear the horses crashed headlong into the crowd, and in the fear the armed citizens scattered and fled, opening the way for the cavalry behind. Then javelins were fired, flails flew up, and pieces of corpses were left on the ground. These citizens never imagined that the heavy cavalry of Svadia would one day be able to slaughter the streets of Viruga.

The morale of the mob scattered by the cavalry collapsed, and they gave up resistance and fled to other streets, only to run head-on into the logging mercenaries advancing in rows with halberds in hand.

The nobles' privates held out a little longer, and they pulled the cavalry off their horses with their hooks and sickles, surrounded and attacked them, and cut their armpit arteries with short blades, temporarily blocking the cavalry that could no longer rush.

However, Alleyne and the Peony mercenaries were not rigid people, and they dismounted en masse and took out their short weapons and rushed towards the rebels on foot.

The private soldiers of these city nobles did not have a phalanx of pikes, nor were they elite warriors, most of them were only the strength and equipment of the militia, and they were powerless to resist in the face of a large number of dismounted heavy cavalry.

The nobles and burgher leaders who rebelled found that their plans had been revealed and victory was far from them. They dragged their families and planned to flee from Viruja, but the gates were closed, the defenders were fully equipped with bows and crossbows, and the infantry outside the city were left with only corpses.

Those who reached the gates had no choice but to surrender, and those who remained at home or wished to hide, the Assassins of Kress and Assasin would "visit" them one by one. After all, while they were plotting, the continent's best assassins were hiding in the shadows and eavesdropping.

Alleyne quickly put down the rebellion, losing only a few dozen men and capturing 500 rebels. He can now celebrate a little and wait for Byron's return afterward.