"It's just that the mob is a little too much. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Oppenheimer was unwilling to fan the flames: "A direct attack on the concessions and mansions of the Habs Central Bank is in itself a challenge to the prestige of the dynasty and constitutes treason. ”

"Don't worry about tying yourself to the royal family. Elaine turned to the inner court and said cold words: "The bank has looted these citizens with inflation. There are unjust debtors and owners, and these citizens have taken revenge on the masterminds behind the scenes, but they have a clear goal and are not confused. ”

"Damn!" Oppenheimer lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

"I'm here in person to control the situation, not to suppress it. Inch by inch, Elaine's ornate skirt crept out of Oppenheimer's field of vision, and a meaningful warning floated out of the inner hall: "I may not be as good as my father as a 'tool'. Just get used to it, Mr. Oppenheimer. ”

"I do as I am told, Your Majesty Elena. Oppenheimer's teeth chattered silently, and he slowly performed a respectful aristocratic salute to keep his head bowed, so that Lily could not see his embarrassed expression of twitching face.

"That'...... What about the rebels outside?" the dragoon hurriedly asked.

"Don't you understand what the Empress means, if you are dragoons, even the peasants are afraid, why are you raised?" said Lily, and turned after Elena.

Outside the mansion, Filia anxiously pressed her sword to make a round, and saw that many clever hungry people began to climb the sharp iron spear wall, and were frightened back by the concession guards with spears. But the angry hungry people grew, and crackling stones rained down on the lightly armored guards. The guards could only raise a small round shield to protect their heads, but they were suppressed by the fire of the peasants, and they staggered back in pain.

Desperate hungry people began to climb the fence again.

The concession guards who were in charge of the deterrence shouting had already been replaced by two or three, and their voices were hoarse, and the effect was completely useless. A dragoon scout hurriedly pounced on Filia, knelt down and shouted, "There are too many mobs, and they will soon surround the shield wall line, and they can't resist it!"

Filia pressed the thin sword at her waist and gritted her teeth to look at the crazy hungry people in the city under the black clouds, only to feel like she was surrounded by nightmarish wolves.

These cornered Bafarians can become a tidal wave of vengeance if they are equipped with light armor and weapons. The Bafarians are strong when they are strong, and even the farmers will fight against the water, which is definitely a factor of instability that cannot be ignored.

That is why it is imperative to contain the escalation at all costs. As the chief knight of the dragoons, Filia knew this very well.

"Scout knights and light-armored knights take their shields and stretch the shield wall line!" Filia pressed her sword and looked around, and came up with a remedy for the danger: "Block the gate for me! The Concession guards threaten the fence! As long as you can force the mob back, you are absolutely not allowed to draw your sword!"

The dragoon scout shouted in surprise beside her, "Yes, as long as there is a spear, it will stop the mob from entering over the wall, so that even the light infantry stationed in the concession can take charge of the defense behind the fence!"

Filia was overjoyed and encouraged everyone: "Yes, the iron spear fence is very sharp and can effectively stop ......"

Then, in desperation, the blacksmith picked up the hammer, crackled and smashed it outside the fence, knocking the expensive marble base to pieces, then tied the iron spear fence with ropes, and pulled the sharp iron fence out of the broken stone base with a single pull, and threw it to the ground.

The leading blacksmith was very relieved to see that the iron spear fence had been pulled down, and he carried the hammer and tried to command: "Don't rob everyone, the market price of pig iron is two silver coins a kilogram, let's first tear down these fences and melt them down and smelt them into snow steel, then we can sell them for 10 silver coins a kilogram......"

Then, the crowd overwhelmed the blacksmith who was giving the speech, and rushed into the concession like a swarm of mosquitoes.

The blacksmith thought for a moment, and the concession was full of gold leaf and silverware, and pig iron was a fart compared to that. Then he began to roar: "Don't rob, come one by one!" and rushed into the concession not to be outdone.

The dragoon scout suddenly felt a sense of joy and sorrow, and shouted in Filia's ear: "As soon as I finished speaking, I rushed in, and all of a sudden rushed in! Even the iron spear fence was carried away and sold, these indiscriminate people!"

Filia gritted her teeth in annoyance, caught in a struggle between ice and fire, and she had to make a cruel decision - to be as fierce as fire or as restrained as ice?

When she hesitated in pain, three lines of horses flew in the distance!

The crossbowmen on the tower bent down and shouted: "Knight, Chief!

Filia climbed up and looked into the distance, and saw the street in the distance, Count Frederick led two elite knights to charge on horseback, he lay on the back of the horse, his blue cloak was pulled into a straight line by the wind, and the war horse seemed to fly on the road, approaching from the edge of the sky in the blink of an eye, and was approaching in front of him.

The two knights behind Frederick were a horse behind him, and sat straight on their horses, their visors clanging as they galloped, their white cloaks fluttering. The knight on the right holds the battle flag aloft, and a Williamburg flying eagle flag towers high in the air.

The square and slender swallowtail battle flag fluttered in the air, embroidered with a snow-white steel cross eagle, symbolizing the prestige and credibility of the William family, floating in the air unruly!

For some reason, Filia's heart opened a hot spring, and the warm current filled her body, almost turning into tears.

Her restraint was not in vain. There is finally the light at the end of the tunnel.

Three vague remnants of the cloaked hunt scurried into the main street of the mansion. As he approached the crowd, Sir Farragut, who was holding the flag, used his divine power to roar and shout: "Count Frederick of Fort William is here! The idler is back! Count Frederick of Fort William is here!

The deafening shout reached into the sky, humming and destroying the eardrums of the mob. Then all the hungry people in the street looked back, and there were three iron horsemen flying up, and if they collided, they would definitely be shattered! If you don't give way, you will become a Buddha, and if you want to die, you must give way.

Then, with the "click" of horses' hooves shaking the ground, the agile peasants rushed into the roadside green belt to take refuge, and gave way to the knights of the main street, and the black and oppressive riot street quickly cracked a gap, like butter cut by a soldering iron, and gave way out of thin air.

The dragoons were amazed, and they found that the peasants of Bafaria were like a group of monkeys, full of traffic jams, and when there was danger, they saw black shadows scurrying by, and in an instant they disappeared, and the speed of escape was a miracle in the animal kingdom.

Then, without slowing down, Frederick rode his horse and drove straight into the center of the battle circle with no one in his eyes, like a rainbow that dispelled the haze, clearing away the clouds in his pass. In an instant, he led the two horsemen to the gate of the mansion, and crashed into the dragoon shield wall in a flash of lightning. Because the horse was too fast and unimpeded, it was still in the sky just now, and when it arrived in front of him, the dragoons didn't even have time to react.

Filia closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as if in pain, unable to bear to see the sad image of Frederick crashing to death on the shield wall.

Then, with Frederick's skilful reins, the horse suddenly rose to its feet, neighing with its mighty muscles, and withstood the blow of the brakes. When the hooves of the angry horse landed again, they had come to a perfect stop, and the horse shook its head and snorted, and the hot breath fell on the shield, so that the dragoons behind could smell the grass in the horse's mouth.