Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Fran and his party went through the tunnels into the city, and then through the sewers, to the refugee area. It is still part of the city of Erengrad, but unlike the aristocratic quarter, the area is almost anarchic, these refugees are crammed here, without work, without a source of income, and during the day, some of them go to the inner city to do odd jobs to support their families. At night, I went back to sleep in a dirty tent.

There are not a few people who maintain this state of life, most of them are young and strong young people and middle-aged people, who can rely on selling their physical strength to survive, but they can also just meet the food and clothing, and they don't know tomorrow after today.

And now, because of the siege, their only source of income has been cut off, there is no food, and the whole refugee area is littered with corpses, moans, and wails from time to time. There was a putrid stench in the air, untreated corpses, left to rot in deserted tents.

As Fran and his party walked through the streets, they did not attract much attention or alarm, and the only thing they stared at was the rations of the outsiders, who were like walking meats for the hungry refugees.

Alert, Fran made his way to the heart of the refugee area, a three-story wooden house. Since the refugee area is a three-way zone, and the police hardly set foot in it, it is a gang of gangsters composed of ruffians and hooligans who maintain order in this area. It's just that now even the people in the underworld can't eat enough and don't have enough clothes.

Fran walked straight in, and a big man came up to him, but was pushed away by Fran, who was not very tall.

Behind him, more than a dozen members of the Silver Sword Brotherhood lined up and threw a bunch of weapons directly on the ground.

"Brothers. ”

Standing in front of the pile of weapons, Fran shouted. No one dared to step forward and snatch the weapon.

The air became so quiet that stepping on the filthy and messy floor, Fran stepped into the crowd.

"Brothers, I came in from outside the city, but I am not your enemy, and you are starving, cold, and living in misery here. Outside the city, however, Lord Rhodes, the king of the North, has prepared food for you. He has mercy on all those who have suffered in the war, no matter who you are, no matter who your father is, Lord Rhodes does not discriminate, and he does not want to see you hurt and starve again. Tell me, what do you crave most right now?"

"Bread!"

Some hungry and scrawny men shouted boldly.

"Yes, bread. The bread was ready, but the wall blocked the bread and the food, and we could get in and break it with cannons, but there would be a lot of bloodshed, and the king of the north didn't want to see that. ”

"So what's going to do? Let's starve here?!"

A ruffian with a scarred face shouted loudly.

"The power of freedom is in your hands, rise up, fight, fight against the diehards of this city, who cannot hold the city, but will cost you your lives in vain. Only by rising up against them and opening the gates of the city can you have any hope of living. You must know that the scene after the Ice Queen's cannon blasted open the city gate, thousands of people were reduced to the souls of the sword. ”

Fran spoke loudly.

Everyone was around him, staring at him, looking at him.

"But look at us, how many of us are going to fight? Some of us have a hard time even standing up. "59 Stacks

The gang leader stood up and said helplessly.

"No one is born to fight! No one is born with the courage to fight. But do you have a choice? Look, the city is on the verge of extinction. If we don't resist, we're all going to die here. Don't be afraid of the defenders, who are only following the orders of the city's mayors. Kill the city magistrate, and the defenders will have no one to give them orders. Damn, do you think those soldiers want to fight too? Everyone values their lives!"

Fran continued to speak loudly and persuasively, more than persuasion and agitation. After all, he had been through ups and downs in his early years, and with multiple identities in the Ghostface Brotherhood, clever speech was just one of the essential skills of an Assassin.

Finally, after a moment of silence, a ragged, hungry man stepped forward, walked up to Fran, and silently picked up his weapon on the ground. Then, he nodded to the outsider.

Soon, a second man came out, the ruffian who had retorted to him, and he had chosen an axe and a shield. Excitedly, he struck his shield with his axe.

After that, the leader of the gang stepped out and symbolically took Fran's sword.

The atmosphere of the audience began to ignite. More and more outlaws walked up to the weapons pile and picked up their weapons, even though some of them had never touched a weapon in their lives.

"Bread!"

"Bread!

The crowd shouted and rushed out of the camp.

On the hillside outside the city, Rhodes looked into the distance, inside the city of Erengrad, the sparks were being ignited, the streets, the houses, began to appear sporadic fires, the red fires began to spread from the refugee area, and then, the old city was ignited, and the new city also began to appear a little fire, these fires gradually connected into a line, and finally converged into a lake, a sea.

"The mob has rushed in! The mob has rushed in!"

Officials shouted in panic that only a few dozen guards could not stop the mob in droves. Hunger, a sheer desire to survive forced them to rush up and seize control of the city. They were to open the gates of the city to meet the convoy of grain and get food. During the two-month siege, they had nothing left, all their possessions were used to buy food, and now, there was only one life left, and if even this life had to be taken away, people would naturally fight to the death.

Eventually, the last twelve Erengrad soldiers guarding the municipal mansion fled, throwing off their armor and fleeing in a blood-red wave. The fat body of Grovers, the city councilor, was next to the wall, ready to escape over the wall, but the mansion was surrounded by dense crowds. In the dark, people are crowded, and in order to survive, everyone is like a beast.

Inside the city were rioting crowds, and outside the city, there were the northern coalition forces waiting for the day.

When the gates of Erengrad were opened, Rhodes knew that the Northern Campaign could be temporarily over.

The grain wagons slowly drove towards the city of Errengrad, under the tight protection of the soldiers of the North.

Riding on tall horses, Rhodes and Caroline followed the grain caravan into the city. Along the way, there were countless shouts of people -

"King of the North! King of the North!"