"Bismal Keqing, wouldn't it be too dangerous for us to do this, wouldn't it be safer to stay in the castle?" Sinloth adjusted the position of the bust, trying to make himself comfortable. Because Gino had to walk the path with Claes this time, it was very inconvenient to bring a full set of knight equipment, so he simply didn't bring it, and only wore a heavy sword, which was cheaper than Claes.

Due to a certain trait, he was very slender and ill-fitting in his wide body armor. Moreover, the heavy weight of the half-body armor also made him extremely strained, and just for a moment, Xinlos was already sweating slightly on his back.

"Don't worry, sir, the Normans won't come many people every time, and we have enough people." Bismal couldn't stand it anymore, he dismounted and helped Sinlos up, "If the lord is really worried, stay in the castle, we will expel those Normans and come back, it won't be long." ”

Bismal was quite relaxed, and it wasn't once or twice that he banished those pesky guys.

"Then why don't they join forces? If you join forces, even if it's you, I'm afraid."

"O unity," Bismal led the horse, his eyes confused: "The last time they united, the entire province of Britannia was in flames. I still remember that time, countless knights fell in that terrible invasion of the force"

"And then?"

"Then Lord Taylor led the entire Imperial fleet into Norman territory, burning the territories of the three Great Chiefs to nothing." Bismal's face lit up at the mention of this, "It's a pity that I was busy dealing with the brutes in Desmond that time, and I didn't make it to that big battle. It's fascinating to think about, thirteen battles in twelve days, consecutive victories, and those Normans who fought lost their armor Since then, those Normans no longer have the courage to invade on a large scale. ”

"That's right," Cinroth reassured, hearing Bismal say this. He had never thought about going back, and if it weren't for Ellie being too young, he would even want to take Ellie with him. It's not just the pride that is at work, but if the lord runs away from the enemy for the first time, even he himself will look down on himself.

What's more, Sinloth looked at Bismarck, who was leading the horse in front of him, and said secretly: In Desmond, where is there safer than being by Bismalco's side?

"Woo, I'm back, everyone, what's the matter?" the villagers who finally escaped for their lives and called for reinforcements fell to their knees weakly, looking at the scorched black village in front of them and crying silently.

"Those barbarians" looked at the tragic situation in front of them, and even the battle-hardened Bismal couldn't help but grit his teeth.

As if the heavens couldn't bear to see this tragic situation, the sun went down early. In the dim light of this dusk, the wind was lined up, and the smoking wood emitted a disgusting stench. The humiliated women were disheveled, and the headless bodies of their children were planted next to them. The adult man had his eyes, ears, mouth and nose cut off, and was hanged from a tree at the entrance of the village, unable to close his facial features silently telling his sorrow to passers-by.

Sinloth rolled in his belly, but he held back and didn't spit it out. On the contrary, a strong affection burned in his chest, and he desperately wanted to do something.

Make the barbarians pay.

[You have seen your own people being slaughtered wantonly, and the tomahawk does not recognize nobility and blood. You suddenly realize in fear that your world is not as safe as it seems, and that the barbarians can kill your people today and easily kill you tomorrow. Anger burns in the mud chest, and you shout loud slogans and swear to avenge them. Both for their sake and for yourself. You really realize that you can't sit still.

"Shut up."

The closer they got to the village, the more unstable the warriors in the ranks. There was no need for Sinlos to give orders, and when the horror unfolded in front of the warriors, the men immediately descended into the village, searching for possible survivors.

The reality is brutal, though.

"Sir, there are no survivors." Bismal held back the grief and anger in his heart, and used a rag to restrain a little girl whose lower body had become a mess. The girl would end up with her villagers buried in a deep pit, and then wait for the grave to grow with weeds, and finally be forgotten by time.

In fact, in Desmond there is not even a single official priest or nun. Not only the nobility and the royal family, but also the church have forgotten about it. These poor people won't even get their last prayer.

"Yes." Xinluo was very strange about his state, obviously extremely angry, but his voice was unexpectedly calm.

"Yes, sir, and there's bad news" Bismar looked away, not looking at the dead, "I have estimated that there may be many more Normans than I thought this time. In my experience, I'm afraid there will be no less than two hundred men this time, and this is probably a call for a major Norman invasion, and I think we should go back to the castle at once, just to be safe. ”

"And then, what about the hatred of these people?" Xinluos's eyes were chaotic, and there was no other expression on his face, just a blank look. The way he looks is that the loyal knight can't guess what he thinks.

The knight gritted his teeth, but continued: "My lord, now is not the time to be willful, now that the enemy situation is unknown, we can't beat them. I must be responsible for your safety, as for these villagers," Bismal looked at the people who had died with remorse in his eyes, "There will always be a day to avenge them." ”

There was a sentence that Bismal did not say, and judging from his many years of experience in the war, the number of Normans this time was probably the largest invasion he had ever seen outside of the last war. From a rough point of view, it would take at least a thousand or so troops to form such traces.

With Desmond's power, there was absolutely no way to help them. Although the lord's initial battle retreated without a fight was really unlikely, even he himself was extremely unwilling. But in the torment of loyalty and righteousness in his heart, he still chose the former, and now at this time, it is the right way to wait for help. Only by living can you take revenge.

"No, I refuse."

"Sir, now is not the time to be willful!" Bismal was in a rare gaffe, and he roared, grabbing the horse's head, intending to forcibly take him out of here. This place is not safe, and in this weather, even the Normans would not be willing to march overnight, they are likely to be nearby.

"Lord Bismalk!" The people who had just lost their wives, children, and brothers, and when they saw that the reinforcements they had finally invited seemed to want to retreat, he hugged Bismarck's thighs excitedly and cried: "My lord, you want to avenge us!" ”

"Let go" Looking at the tears on the villager's face, Bismal also relented, facing such a desperate villager, he really couldn't say anything serious. Originally, he thought that the other party was frightened by the Norman invasion, but now it seems that he is not lying, and the number of Normans is indeed far beyond his imagination.

"Let's just go back to the castle and gather reinforcements" Bismal lowered his head, he didn't dare to look at the desperate eyes of the villagers, he said things that he didn't even believe himself, he pulled the reins, and just wanted to leave this Shura field immediately. He professed to be a knight's creed, but in the few minutes he had turned his back on it twice in a row.

The man looked at the knight in disbelief, he didn't expect that even the knights who were of good character and widely praised would not be willing to stand up for them. So what else can he believe in this world?

The villager closed his eyes, tears falling silently, leaving white marks on his dark face, making him extremely funny. But at the moment, everyone was silent, and no one was going to laugh at him.

Dozens of Normans, and thousands of Normans, are not the same concept at all. They are well-armed and fighting frantically, even if they go ashore, unless it is the knights, otherwise Desmond will not be able to help them. The warriors are not afraid of death, they can stand up, naturally they have long put life and death aside, but if they are so meaninglessly drowned by the Norman sea of people

The villagers turned their heads and swept their faces from the makeshift soldiers with sad and expectant eyes, but no one dared to look at him, and everyone involuntarily turned their heads away.

Hope, disappointment, despair

The villagers' eyes finally turned blank, and he looked at the reinforcements he had begged for, the people he relied on, who had now betrayed him.

What else can you trust in the world but the Lord Almighty? Coming over with great dignity, now knowing that there are too many enemies and even thinking of retreating, such a person

The villagers sat on the ground, looking at his relatives, his friends. Why be so cruel, so many of you go to Heaven to enjoy eternal sleep, and leave yourselves on earth to suffer immensely suffering.

The villagers stood up tremblingly, you guys, you are really despicable. However, if you die, you don't have to suffer this pain anymore, right? Wait for me, soon

The villager walked over to a charred tree, untied his belt, hung it on a branch, and put his neck in a knot. The person next to him saw it and was shocked, he hurriedly pushed him away, but in a hurry, there was no good power. The poor villager fell to the ground and hit his head on the rock, leaving a bright red patch.

"Enough!" Xinluo roared angrily, Qingyue's voice was not a deterrent, but an invisible courage was contained in it, which made people can't help but do what he said: "Don't you want to die, very good, wait for us to attack the Normans, will you come?!" ”

"Your Excellency!" Bismal looked sad and wanted to persuade again.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" However, it was still Sinloth's cold voice that responded to him.

Hearing Xinluos's words, a crazy smile rose on the face of the originally desperate villager, and he laughed: "Come, my lord, wait a minute, I'll be right away" As if thinking of something, the man walked to the tree next to the village with red eyes, and dug frantically. With red eyes, he didn't use any tools, but only used his own hands to dig on the ground that was not soft, and soon, his hands became bloody.

Sinlos couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing!" ”

The despair and sadness that pervaded the village left Sinlos at a loss, growing up in the city and living a privileged life, he had never felt so pure hopelessness up close. His heart gradually became irritable, and he said that the attack on the Normans was not to comfort the villager, but to think the truth.

He's on the verge of losing his mind.

"Wait, sir," the man laughed, and turned back to give Cynroth a smirking face, then turned back and continued to dig frantically. Soon after, a large wooden box was dug up.

The man laughed wildly and took the big wooden box out, it was hard to imagine how the thin body could hold such a large wooden box.

"My lord," the villager smiled, opening the box. Sinloth sat on his horse and looked at it clearly, chain mail, knight's overcoat, shield, spurs, spear, heavy sword, and flail were clearly a complete set of knightly equipment.

"You guy!" Ruziano, who had been silent on the side, saw the knight's equipment, and boundless anger appeared on his originally guilty face, and he lifted the emaciated villager up and shouted, "You dare to attack the knight!" ”

Indeed, the knight's equipment in the box, no matter how you look at it, is a complete set. A complete set of knightly gear is extremely expensive, and it usually takes generations of effort to get it all together. In the Empire, with the exception of those guys of the Royal Knights, complete knightly equipment has always been used as a family heirloom.

Poor villagers naturally didn't buy this kind of outfit, and they didn't need to get it. Then the origin of this outfit is very simple.

A lone knight.

The knights were so attached to their equipment that there was no way to separate them except death. Now that this set of equipment has been found in the village, this is the only explanation.

As for the ancestral inheritance, it would be ridiculous. But whoever has the blood of a knight, how can he be willing to be a commoner. And in Desmond, there are only three of them left with knightly blood!

"Answer me!"

The villager was tightly bound by the neck and carried off the ground, and the fist with the iron glove slammed into the villager's chest, and Cynlos could clearly hear the sound of bones shattering. But even so, the villager was still smiling, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a crazy expression.

"Enough is enough, Ruziano!" The knight still wanted to be violent, but a large strong hand gripped the knight's arm tightly, preventing him from moving.

It's Roland.

"He killed a glorious knight, Roland." The young knight suppressed his anger as he suppressed his anger, and he occasionally went to the tavern to drink, and had some friendship with the tavern: "Even if the savior is here, I can still send him to the gallows." ”

"Then call the Savior!" Roland pulled Ruziano away with a hard tug, and the villager fell to the dirty ground, still laughing, and the smile without the slightest hint of a smile sent chills all over the person.

Roland calmed down and tried to soften his tone: "You actually hate peasants very much. ”

The question is interrogative, but in a declarative tone.

"Hmph." Ruziano was upset and didn't explain, he just looked back and didn't explain.

Roland looked at the young knight in front of him with a complicated expression, and said slowly: "I have also heard about you, and you hate those peasants who see you in distress but do not save them. You hate them in your heart, hate those lowly guys, and watch you die with noble blood! ”

"Of course not." As if he had been told what was on his mind, although Ruziano denied it loudly, his tone was no longer resolute.

"You are still too young" Roland sighed, "you think you are a knight, you think that knights are a proud and noble class, you take hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and upholding justice as your mission, you hate the peasants, in fact, the peasants are indeed as you think, they are not so simple and kind, they are cowardly on the surface but they are hypocritical and cruel, they hide food privately, lie a lot, they are loyal on the surface, but they are the most able to lie, you can blame them for being selfish and cunning, but because of this selfishness and cunning, they can live until now"

Roland would turn his head and say in an extremely low tone: "If it weren't for the rampant extortion of the nobles, the endless slaughter of pirates, and the peasants would not be so humble to live, if everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, then who wants to live like this?" Whether it is a knight or a peasant, as long as it is a human being, in a desperate situation, he will expose his ugliest and most selfish side, and he will do everything he can to protect himself, even if it is on the premise of hurting others."

"I can't even do the most basic stuffing belly, and the spiritual satisfaction is a bird, and in the face of selfish and powerful survival **, the so-called chivalry seems so vulnerable. In a situation where food and clothing are a problem, how pale is to talk about human ethics. Give up your stupid ideas and think for yourself, look at this guy and ask yourself, this is the one you're going to protect! ”

Ruziano was silent, Roland's words did poke at his sore spot, and in front of this battle-hardened warrior, his thoughts were exposed.

Bismarck never interjected, just closed his eyes and sighed.

Sinloth sat on his horse, and his heart was neither sad nor joyful. He glanced at Roland, and felt that he was underestimating the supposedly tavernkeeper. He threw the whip at Roland, who reacted quickly and caught it.

"Hey, who's over there, if you don't die this time, I'll take you as a knight, how about it?"

Looking at the expressionless Xinluos, Roland waved the battle axe in his hand, feeling the comfort of the sharp weapon cutting through the air, and said with a cruel smile: "I am glad to do it." ”

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