The Redstone Gate and the Fangs family's camp is located on the side of the avenue outside the city, and it was originally a post house for caravan mercenaries, but now it has been set aside for the use of the Mission.

With the backdrop of Sunken Pond Bay, it is almost impossible to encounter any danger, so there is only a low wooden fence around the post house, and even the gate is not set up. In addition, the only force that could pose a threat to the mission was the other side's mission, so the two sides had no intention of guarding each other's doors, and used spears and shields to separate a dividing line in the center of the post to indicate the belonging of their respective camps.

Of course, most people know that this dividing line is nothing more than a symbol. As long as the Lord of Sunken Pond Bay has not made a decision, the two missions will not completely tear their faces, so the sentry guards usually arranged are only meaningful, not to mention that it is still raining heavily outside.

Therefore, when the 100-man team of the First Army approached the distance of 200 meters away from the post office, the two families were still unaware.

It wasn't until the sound of surrender pierced through the rain and resounded above the camp that the knights realized that the situation had changed.

"This is the First Army of Grey Keep, and now it has officially taken over Sinking Pond Bay. According to the laws of Neverwinter, your current actions constitute the crime of illegal occupation and armed interference, and you must disarm and surrender within a quarter of an hour, otherwise we will take coercive measures, and you will be responsible for all the consequences!"

If there was one word to describe it, it would be inexplicable.

The head of the Fangs Mission lifted the curtain and saw a man standing outside the fence, holding a strange cylinder and shouting loudly. Not far away, there is indeed a hanging flag, on which the different-colored emblem looms, which is by no means the common family crest of the wolf's heart. It's just that he has never been able to connect the hundred or so people who suddenly appeared with the Gray Castle. For him, it was a distant and unfamiliar country, and it usually only appeared in various rumors.

The other people were covered in cloaks, and the rain beat them mercilessly, looking embarrassed, and it was ridiculous and pitiful to look at from afar. In addition, the sparse contingent clamored for the forced disarmament of seven or eight hundred people, which further deepened this unrealistic feeling.

The head of the regiment walked downstairs and found that the mercenaries on the first floor were crowded by the window, abusing each other's maternal relatives in extremely vulgar language, and comparing various obscene postures, if it wasn't for the rain outside the house, no one wanted to get wet easily, I am afraid they would have spit on the face of the shouter.

It's worthy of their despicable origins, the head of the regiment thought a little gloating, but as a nobleman, he must be a little more thoughtful.

For example, what to do if the other party is really a Gray Castle person.

Maybe we should first see the reaction of the old rival Redstone Gate.

After all, the demand of this group of people is to disarm and surrender, and it is impossible for him to really give this order, not to mention that if he is the only one who sends his subordinates to negotiate, he feels inferior.

The two sides are separated by such a distance, the regiment commander does not have to worry about the other party's sudden attack, the mercenaries have already taken their weapons at hand, and there is no trace of a horse in the "cloaked man" team, which is enough for his subordinates to be ready.

In this careless arrangement, as time passed, he completely ignored the warning of the First Army, or rather, he was not aware of the threat in the warning.

For the wolf-hearted nobles, fighting is a long and clear process, from observing the enemy, making decisions, giving orders, and forming formations to meet the enemy, it is all completed step by step within the scope of the eye, even if it is as strong as the Hermes Church, it is not out of this category.

It can be said that the First Army, which has been baptized by the devil, is not on the same level as these nobles from the level of consciousness alone.

The battle broke out so suddenly that almost no one could react.

When a quarter of an hour passed, the first to fire were four mortars - they completely replaced the heavy and inconvenient old front-loading field guns, and although they were not as powerful as fortress guns, they were more than enough to deal with improvised fortifications and wooden fortifications, and because they could be disassembled to carry the action, the soldiers trusted this weapon, and often used it as a clarion call for attack in the battle of unification.

Two hundred meters away, the post house was instantly reduced to powder, and the shouts and curses of the envoys were drowned out by the roar of shells—the wooden houses could not withstand the mortars, and the air currents from the explosion tore apart the walls, doors, and windows, and after several rounds of bombardment, the houses in the camp collapsed.

The squad commander of the 1st Army gave the order to charge.

The crowd picked up their guns and quickly gathered around the post house.

More enemies were behind the barracks, but the two families did not organize any effective counterattacks, and the small clusters of fierce mercenaries rushed out from behind the smoke when they were knocked to the ground by a barrage of gunfire. In order to avoid the hidden arrows from hurting people, the First Army waited outside the post post until the smoke and dust were pressed down by the heavy rain before climbing over the fence and continuing to advance inward.

Every soldier fired cautiously, not because of mercy, but because they knew that His Majesty's mines needed more workers.

At the same time, the voice of persuasion to surrender sounded again.

This time, most people chose to comply.

The exchange of fire came and ended quickly, and in less than thirty minutes, the threat that had left the baron in a dilemma was gone.

......

After returning to the Doge's Palace, Jean Bette was still unable to recover from the fierce battle he had fought before.

Although he had a psychological expectation of how strong the Grey Keep was, he never expected them to be so strong that it didn't feel like a battle in the conventional sense at all.

The baron finally understood Iron Axe's phrase "It is more intuitive to see it with his own eyes than to say it"—as a witness, it was indeed difficult for him to describe in words what he saw. If anything, it was an unusual pleasing sight, the Greycastle people performing every movement silently in the rain, without any superfluous words or exchanges, this wordless silence contrasted with the deafening explosions, almost more impressive than the weapons they wielded.

What did these people go through to get to where they are today?

"Now you believe we can hold Pond Bay?" the sound of the iron axe interrupted his thoughts.

Jean Bette found himself unable to say anything but nod.

"Take it easy," the other man smiled rarely, "you don't have to be frightened by the strength of the First Army, especially after you have decided to serve His Majesty Roland - any enemy attacking Sunken Pond Bay is tantamount to violating His Majesty's majesty, and this is no longer your own problem, and don't forget, you are now also a part of the Grey Keep." ”

A member of the Grey Keep? What a strange statement...... The baron thought to himself, he had never felt that the kingdom had anything to do with him in the heart of the wolf for so many years, but in the tone of the commander of the First Army, the two seemed to be naturally linked.

He didn't quite understand why, but he found that he didn't resent it.

After a moment of silence, Jean Bate let out a long breath, "Leave the task of gathering the people to me." ”