"This ......," Mordred looked at the small tiled houses in front of her.

In the field, the tiled houses are lonely, and the dark brown tiled houses contrast with the dead gray-yellow color.

Suddenly, she grabbed the captured rebel who was no different from a beggar, "This is your fortress??? ”

"Yes, yes, this is it, this is it! Knight, don't kill me!! The rebel said nervously.

"That's what you're talking about??。" Mordred's skeptical eyes intensified.

"I've recruited them all, knight, don't kill me! Ahhh The rebel was so frightened by Mordred that he shouted, flapping his hands and feet nervously.

"My lord, this is it. It was indeed a fortress, having previously belonged to the private quarters of local officials. These tiled houses are already the most luxurious buildings here! The knight, who had just inquired about the news, added to Mordred.

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When Mordred looked to the other side, rows of small thatched houses came into view. If Mordred guessed correctly, these thatched huts are where the townspeople live. It's hard to imagine that this ghost place has not been disqualified from the town, and there are permanent officials (although they have been killed by the rebels).

Compared with this, the tiled houses just now are really high-grade I don't know how many grades, and it is not a problem to be called a fortress.

A long time ago, when Mordred first joined the Knights of the Round Table and got her own place to live, she hated her own home. Mordred really regrets it now.

Mordred felt like a monkey, and a monkey being played. As soon as he said that there was a rebellion, he ran over to himself. As soon as he said that there was a fortress, he happily came to quell the rebellion. It feels ...... It's like being stupid.

[There was once a comfortable life in front of me, I didn't cherish it, and I regretted it when I lost it, the most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this, if God can give me a chance to do it again, I will say three words to my father: I won't go, if I have to add a deadline to this refusal, I hope it is............ 10,000 years!! 】

"Ahh The rebel had not stopped talking, like a persecution paranoia, always feeling that Mordred was going to hack him to death.

God singing!! Mordred is also drunk, how did he become self-taught in this kind of sassy operation in online games thousands of years later? Moreover, even if you can sing, you are not a young lady!

"Who said I'm going to kill you? Am I very kind-looking? Mordred was annoyed by his chatter, but she patiently explained. Mordred still needs to make it clear about this kind of reputational issue.

"Ahh The rebel who was pinched in the air by Mordred screamed louder, probably because his strength was too much exertion, and he simply tilted his head and fainted.

"Maybe my helmet is too scary... Yes, it's all to blame on this helmet! Touching the horns of the helmet on his head, Mordred explained forcefully, but none of the knights around him seemed to believe it.

"What? You don't believe me?! Mordred slapped her hand down. But she may have forgotten that she was riding a horse now, and that the shot hit the horse's head.

"Whew!" (Don't ask me why the horse barks like that.) Mordred's horse fell to the ground with a wail, and rolled its eyes.

The power of a palm, terrifying!

Even Mordred fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Poof!" Some knights couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmmm???!!!" Mordred raised her head, her whole body exuding a murderous aura.

"No, no, no, your lordship is too amiable. The rebel fainted because he was blind! "There are still talkers among the knights. (Actually, because of Mordred's obscenity...) ）

"That's right." Mordred smiled with satisfaction.

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In the Fortress...... Okay, just a few small tiled houses, but let's call them fortresses. Inside the fortress, a crowd of ragged men was partying.

It's said to be a carnival, but it's just a person eating a coarse grain flatbread with water. Well...... Slightly shabby.

After five years of famine, the people in the town who should have run are almost gone. The coarse grain flatbread was looted from this tiled house (the official's residence) by the rebels who killed the local officials.

An old wizard with a stubble on his face stood in the middle of the gang, elated. (for he had the most bread in his hand).

Chewing slowly, they are filled with the taste of happiness and savoring it carefully. After eating, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve a few times without any scruples, which was regarded as wiping his mouth.

Suddenly, an extremely discordant voice rang out.

"Listen, you're surrounded. All light and heavy weapons are aimed at your heads. You can't escape! As long as you lay down your arms, we pledge to treat you in accordance with British law and humanitarian norms. If you don't listen to persuasion and stubbornly resist to the end, then there is only one way out. Lay down your arms and raise your hands in surrender immediately. Otherwise we're going to open fire. ”

！！！ A group of rebels lost their shots.

——— tiled outside the house———

Mordred shouted excitedly.

Under normal circumstances, these words are all routines, and I have never heard of the bandit policeman who raised his hand and surrendered as soon as he shouted. Mordred waited for the inside to refuse, and then rushed in and killed her.

Not long after shouting, the people inside reacted.

[Refuse, resist! ] Mordred thought.

"The people outside have listened, and the people inside have laid down their weapons. Hurry on in! ”

？？？？？ What is the situation, this is a surrender? Mordred couldn't react for a moment.