A battle beyond Lan Li's expectations began.

At the same time as the castle gate was opened, the castle bell rang out, and the peasants organized by the flooded people rushed in with rudimentary weapons, and then shouted for killing and terror.

The soldiers on the city walls woke up in hindsight and hurriedly launched an offensive, but they did not seem to be numerous and ineffective.

Under the moonlight, the chaos inside and outside the castle intensified, the moat was turbulent, and the rubble fell from the wooden drawbridge as they ran through it, disappearing in an instant. The old drunkard in front of him rushed quickly, but apparently not because of bravery.

Because the group had opened the way, they were not attacked when they first entered the city gate, but could faintly see the dead faces in the murder hole next to the city gate.

This made Lan Li suddenly understand something, but now was not a good time to think about this kind of thing.

Dozens of peasants had already scattered around the castle gates, rushing in all directions, and the soldiers on the city walls hurriedly returned to their defenses, only to be surrounded by a much larger number of enemies.

The battle on the battlefield on the right was over, and the five villagers were impatiently scooping up the weapons and armor of the vanquished and hurried to the depths of the castle, ignoring the wounded and dying companions beside them.

At the entrance to the city wall, near the left of Lan Li, three soldiers in chain mail were surrounded by twice as many peasants, one in a light linen shirt stabbed one of them with a shovel, but was completely blocked by the armor that shimmered dark in the moonlight.

The defender swung his sword and fought back, cutting off half of the attacker's neck, but at the same time, the hand axe in the hand of another bearded villager slammed into his helmet-wearing head, and there was a loud noise, and the soldier staggered back, but the axe-wielding villager was fast, aiming at the gap in his neck to expose the throat guard, taking advantage of another axe, the soldier screamed miserably, and blood splattered out of his neck.

The other two guards were not idle during this time, one of them was parrying the siege of three men in the prime of life, and the other was pulling the blood-stained sword out of the chest of an old man, and then he trembled, looked down at the chest of the arrow, and fell to the ground.

Two more arrows struck the last soldier in the shoulder and chest, ending his struggle. Seeing this, the peasants did not hesitate to gather around the ground and snatch the weapons and armor worn by the soldiers.

Lan Li didn't stay here for long, because the battle at the city gate had basically come to an end, and after scanning the road ahead of him that was sprawled with thatched huts and towers, he tightened his bow and arrows, and ran quickly forward.

Lan Li thought that the battle in the castle would be stalemate, or even at a disadvantage. However, along the way, he did not encounter any formal battles, only brutal slaughter.

He saw a thin old man with gray hair lying dead in a pool of blood, and not far from him was the headless corpse of a thin boy. Seeing that two villagers in the stable were pulling a jujube red war horse with a greedy face, a young man who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old was bleeding from his abdomen, shrinking in the corner and sobbing incessantly.

He saw a fat chef in an apron at the kitchen door trembling with a kitchen knife against the villagers, but all he got was the laughter and mockery of the enemies on the other side. She was even seen crying loudly as a bare-bottomed girl stood in the mud, while her young mother, not far away, was being brutally assaulted by a bald old man.

Bloodshed and tragedy filled the castle, Lan Li, who stepped forward, knocked the opponent to the ground with a punch, and the bald old man who was interrupted got up from the ground angrily and roared at Lan Li: "Go elsewhere to grab food, boy!" She's me—"

A sharp arrow interrupted his words, and the long arrow in his hand was like a dagger, and it slammed into the mouth of the other man's spitting stars.

Under the sound of ho-ho, the abuser fell to his knees and finally collapsed to death.

"What are you doing? He's in league with us! Ryan, the cook who came out of nowhere, grabbed the young man's arm, his face frightened and angry.

"Not anymore!"

Lan Li kicked the other party away, and then strode towards the depths of the castle.

On the way, he saw another companion, who was hiding in the corner of the alley with his hands on the hem of his clothes, and grinned when he saw Lan Li.

"Come, Hal, I've found a room full of jewels, we're going to make a fortune!"

It's a pity that the other party didn't stop with his words, and even just glanced at this side and left in a hurry, which made the old drunkard a little confused.

"What is this stimulus?" Muttering, he looked down at the large handful of jewelry in his arms, and couldn't help grinning, but halfway through the laugh, he suddenly closed his mouth suddenly, looked around cautiously, and then slipped away.

……

Lan Li was seen in an open tower hall, and the other party was whispering something to a middle-aged man dressed as a defender with shiny chain mail, and when he saw the boy, he waved his hand, and the man turned away.

"God, a devout believer in the drowning gods, and he and his men helped us open the gates." The tall flooded man explained to him.

"I can see it." Lan Li said as he glanced at the departing back.

The drowned man was very mysterious along the way, but now he had figured out the specific plan of this person - their original goal was to rescue the place called Driftwood Fort, but the rescue method was not to go straight in, but to run here to surround Wei and rescue Zhao.

Drowning was well prepared, knowing that this place was empty, and even the traitors were ready, but unfortunately the storm caused all the soldiers he led to be buried in the sea, and as a last resort, he had to run to recruit villagers as soldiers.

It's just these soldiers......

At this time, Lan Li had calmed down, but listening to the constant screams and cries outside the hall still made him upset.

"Your people are like wild beasts, and they are plagued by the natives of this castle."

"They deserve it." Dressed in a gray-green-blue coarse cloth robe, the long-haired Drowning Man replied, "Faith in the Drowned God will keep those miners on my side, but only tangible benefits will make them hold their arms and fight for us." ”

"The so-called profit is recklessness?" The boy couldn't help but ask.

He was actually a little prepared for this, but when he saw it in person, he was still disgusted by it.

"It's one of the essential rewards." The drowned man sensed that the other party's tone was wrong, so he frowned: "You have to remember that our great drowned god was never a benevolent god. The god of drowning created iron to burn and plunder. ”

"The same is true for your own people?"

"They are not their own people, their masters and men are besieging our castle, and they belong to the ranks of the traitors."

Drowning replied lightly, and then raised his hand to interrupt Lan Li, who wanted to continue talking: "That's all for this matter, you are still young and have never experienced the cruelty of war, but sooner or later you will get used to all this." Now, there's something you might be able to help me think. ”

Lan Li didn't speak, but looking at the depths of the other party's blue eyes, his expression became more and more cold.

"Our original plan was to garrison the Longwhip Fort and bring back the Taunny family who were besieging the Driftwood Fort. But the God of Storms has cost us all of our men, and I'm not sure that our people alone will be able to hold off Todd Tawney's counterattack. ”

"You need help." As Lan Li spoke, he thought about it, and many images of the castle flashed through his mind one after another, so he understood what he had to say.

"Real warriors are needed, not these pickaxe-wielding miners. It's enough of a fluke to use them to build this castle, you can't ask for more. ”

"The real warriors are on Old Wake Island."

"Then send a letter back to Old Wake Island and ask His Majesty for assistance."

"We don't have the ravens of the Green Lands to deliver messages, and we can't deliver messages at all."

"Send the old drunkard, send Lane, send anyone to go back and move the rescuers, use a small boat, as long as the wind is in the right direction, it will be very fast." Lan Li said: "At present, the manpower in the castle should be able to withstand it for a while. Besides, it will take time for the enemy to return here. ”

"But it's still too slow." Drowning frowned and pondered, "Do you think we have any other options?" ”

He was a veteran priest of the Drowning God, and he was very good at calling believers and conducting rituals, but that was limited to that.

"You can call on more local believers to come here to help defend the castle, or you can take the captives and blackmail the Tawneys." Lan Li pointed out.

"But you can't make sure that the summoned people are actually on our side, and maybe they'll be like Nagod, secretly opening the castle gates for our enemies. This is enemy territory, after all. ”

"Without the baptism of war, I really can't tell whether the believers of Oak Island are religious or not." Drowning's brow furrowed even deeper. "But I will never use captives to blackmail the enemy, and the drowning gods will not allow us to be so weak."

I am afraid that the reasons do not stop there.

Lan Li shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, but didn't say anything.

"You're right, we do need to move the rescuers, but Ryan and Pis are overwhelmed." After the other party thought for a while, he said a sentence that Lan Li was silently looking forward to.

"I wish you could do this for me."