The long wall stretched from one end of the valley to the other, and a group of craftsmen braved the scorching sun to add bricks and tiles to the wall, which was only built with a short section less than the height of a man's calf. Several overseers-like men carried leather whips, scolded the craftsmen in their mouths, and from time to time whipped the craftsmen who were sweating like rain, and laughed as the latter fell to the ground and shouted in pain.

These craftsmen were honest and honest, and when they were beaten and scolded, they still worked, but none of them resisted, even if their companions were suffering beside them, and they only did their work, until they were ignored by others when they were beaten.

Looking at this situation, they have long been accustomed to such treatment.

I don't think it's a habit, it's numbness.

Angry at their misfortunes, mourning their indisputability, the poor will have something to hate. Ainan thought that this was too true, those craftsmen were obviously stronger than those overseers, and they could drown the overseers with a single spit, as long as they were a little tougher, those overseers would dare to bully them so unscrupulously?

If you don't know how to resist, you don't know how to fight, do you still expect the other party to suddenly find a change of conscience and change their attitude to treat you well?

Stop dreaming.

Neither the overseers nor the craftsmen noticed that there was a pair of eyes in the depths of the swamp that saw everything they had.

"Does Torbain's army really dare to attack here, there are quite a few nobles in it."

It's not that Sloan doesn't believe in Ainan, it's really the concepts they have been instilled from the moment they were born are influencing them, making them subconsciously have a great sense of awe for the nobles, and as soon as the nobles are involved, they subconsciously have fear, and subconsciously refuse to make actions that are unfavorable to the nobles.

It can be said that their bodies are their own, but their minds are firmly imprisoned.

Compared with others, Ainan did not have any reverence for royal power and nobles, and his judgment was more objective. It was precisely because he was sure that Tol Bain would make a move in the next few days that he would gather all the power in his hands.

"For the sake of supreme power, in order to sit firmly in the position of king, what would he not dare?"

Ainan was sure and sure that Tolbain dared, he really did.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, and it is not clear whether the Jazz side is considered a rabbit Ainan, but Thor Bain is definitely a lion. In order to cut off the threat to the throne from the former royal family, the latter will surely strike a thunderous blow with the strongest force. Ainan dared to pack the ticket, Jazz's little strength could not be Tolbairn's opponent, and he was even more sure that Tolbane would definitely bite the exiled nobles led by Jazz and Rhein since he made a move, and he wouldn't even look at the remaining craftsmen and other small people.

This is Ainan's chance.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, and today Ainan is going to make a yellow finch.

Thorbain, go after the nobles who don't owe your allegiance, and I'll laugh at the artisans and the like in your eyes, and don't thank me too much.

Waiting is the most torturous, in the anxious waiting of the crowd, a day passes, and then a night passes. Just when everyone thought nothing was going to happen, the ground trembled, and the sound of horses' hooves rumbled from afar, and a cavalry suddenly struck at the dawn when the man was most tired and sleepy.

Taniguchi's sentries were dozing off from sleep, and when the cavalry arrived, they reacted a beat slower, and were killed in front of them before they could blow the guard post.

The spear easily pierced the sentinel's body with the force of the horse's sprint, and the knight on the horse let go of his spear at the moment before he stabbed his target, quickly drew his sword, and slashed at the moment when the horse galloped past the sentry. The sharp blade of the sword swept past the sentry's neck, and the flesh and blood were so fragile under the iron sword that they were split into two parts at once—the head flew high, the neck cavity spurted more than a foot high of blood, and the headless body fell to the ground weakly.

Beheaded by the knight, the screams of the sentinels were intercepted, and the people inside were not alerted.

Easily breaking through the outermost defense line of the valley, the cavalry did not stop, and under the leadership of a knight at the head, the rolling iron cavalry poured into the valley like a torrent, crushing all those who dared to block their existence, and no one could stop the momentum of the advance.

"This is the cavalry, the king of war in the age of cold weapons."

With a sigh, Ainan gestured to Sloan Marcus for them to pass on the order and prepare their soldiers for battle.

Tol Bain's real hands.

It's one thing to know something, it's another thing when it actually happens. Sloan and Marcus had an unconcealed shock on their faces, their minds were in turmoil, and what was happening in front of them was too powerful for them.

The army openly attacked the nobles, and the big-headed soldiers like them cut down the nobles who were originally high to the ground, and the sharp blades cut the necks of the nobles, and the nobles were like chickens waiting to be slaughtered, crying, struggling, and finally still inevitably died.

At this moment, the nobleman's face was stomped on the ground fiercely, and he stepped on it again and again. The image of the nobles collapsed, and the Sloanes suddenly discovered that the noble lords were not so unattainable, nor were they so inviolable, and they could still take their lives by swinging the sword in their hands.

Something seemed to crumble in their hearts, and Sloanan and Marcus found themselves much lighter, as if they had gone to the invisible shackles that had been holding them all along.

"Ready!"

Ainan's voice brought them back to their senses.

Sloan and Marcus were shocked, the noble lords rely on their identity, once someone is not afraid of power, these people are not fart, and mages like Ainan rely on their own strength, powerful and mysterious magic is the foundation of their existence, this has nothing to do with power, only related to their own strength. Whether others are afraid or not, their strength is there, and no one can change it.

As soon as the original concept was shattered, Marcus's worldview was immediately rebuilt - nobles can't do it, mages are king.

Because the strength of the mages is due to themselves.

In the valley, there was the earth-shattering shouting of killing, the crash of blades, the running of war horses, the muffled hum of people when they were injured, and the screams before death...... And so on, and so on.

Although Torbain's cavalry was strong, Lothar and Rhine were not bad, and among the many nobles in exile, there were many people with strength.

At first, they were stunned by the surprise attack of the other party, and when they reacted, it was impossible for Tolbain's men to advance as quickly as before. Under the organization of Lothar and the Rhine, the exiled nobles put up a fierce resistance, and for a time Torbain's cavalry was stopped from advancing.

Neck and neck?

Ainan shook his head, Lothar's side is just desperately resisting, as long as Torbain is smart enough to let go of a path and let the nobles in the valley see a glimmer of life, the resistance of the Jazz side will immediately weaken.

Realizing that his forces were unable to annihilate him, Torbain switched tactics and ordered the cavalry to get out of the way, and things went in the direction that Ainan had intended.

Ainan was dismissive of this.

"A bunch of fools, what about you running out of the valley, won't Torbain chase and kill, eat away at your strength little by little, and slowly bleed you until you are weak and die?"

But what does it matter to me?

Ainan shrugged his shoulders and led his men to wait silently for the right moment.