At first, we could hover the streets around the tower, but after nightfall we had to hide behind the fence.

Lots of Salander hooligans have reached the center of the Trade Point, and they have thrown stones at us. At first, it was only some of the most reckless drunkards who did this, but soon even the youngest of the Salanders were driven by the Mamluks to shout blasphemous language at us.

Several of the Varan soldiers were injured by the rocks and carried by their comrades to the open ground behind them. The Salanders and Creelians continued to gather, but there was not a single Salander soldier in sight, these Salander lords did not show up at all, they only paid their men to provoke the anger of the whole city, and then retreated into the background to wait and see. We lost a patrol that was supposed to return at night, but they didn't show up.

The next morning, our food and water were cut off, and the angry inhabitants did not retreat, and they were enraged by the incitement, throwing mud and feces at us through the fence, and throwing rags with women's sticks into our fence.

The Valan soldiers simply stood behind the fence, holding shields for defense. If I were to strike, I felt that it would only take fifty men to disperse the mob in the streets. The Salanders burned two Valanite flags in the streets, which were inferior textiles that the Salanders imitated in the style of the Valanite flags. It seems to make the guys out there feel a little braver.

At noon, the Salanders began to pile up around us with a very large smoke of grass and set it on fire. Thick black smoke darkened the sky, and some of Salander's monks pointed at us, inspiring the mob to storm in frenzy. The Salanders tried to pry open our fence with iron rods, and those who walked in front were cut off by the Valan soldiers, and they retreated to the back screaming. The bloodshed caused the Salanders to retreat like cháo water, but soon after, they came back in anger, and it became a cycle: the Valans did not take the initiative, but only repelled the Salanders' over-the-top attacks again and again.

The wooden fence annoyed the Salanders. These people swirled around our camp like headless flies. Because I can't vent the fire in my heart. The Salanders burned several of their own houses and shops in protest, screaming excitedly around the flames as if they had burned a few Valans. Giovanni still hid on top of the tower, not showing up, just like those Salander lords.

Everyone knows that this is a trick of the Salander Mamluk officers, as long as we rush out and grab a few people and torture them. But Giovanni us off inside the fence. I'm worried that if we rush out now, we might be able to clear the town and seal it off before the Kugit arrive, and the herdsmen won't be able to attack the walled trade points, even though they aren't too high.

When the Salanders wandered in droves. Blood stains and even corpses are left on the ground, and many appear to have been trampled to death. Some of the Salanders even fought on their own, and this rabble was of no use for anything but to insult the defenseless civilians. The Salanders and Creelids, who had a little property, had fled, and the rest were idle people who had to live on the handouts of others, but who at this time seemed to be the masters of the city.

Prejudice rises in my heart.

Originally, I thought that there was no difference between high and low people, and at the same time, I thought that people of different births could do the same good. But these mobs in front of me can't help but make me prejudiced against the scum and the Salanders. I'm beginning to understand the thoughts of people who are hostile to other races. Although I don't think they do. But understand their anger. I myself can't help but think about it now, if some people are the source of trouble. Then clean up these people, and there will be no trouble.

A group of Salanders pushed out a half-naked woman, who had been ravaged, crying and being pulled by the Salander's hair. The Salanders kicked her in front of our fence and declared her guilt: this Crelian woman had been a warlord with the Varans. Then the Salander struck the woman with a stone, and the woman's head and shoulders were bleeding profusely, and she fell to the ground wrapped tightly in her rags, as if it would protect her. But a Salander man took the piece away, laughed and showed the defiled garment, and threw it at us, while more Salander paupers roared and kicked the woman on the ground, trampling her to death.

"I've seen worse," said one of the boyars, when he noticed that the soldiers around him had solemn faces, "and in Rì Wadin, I saw people cut down the rǔ room of the witch maiden and burn it in the fire. If the rǔ house is burned to ashes, then the witch is innocent, and if the rǔ house is fireproof, then the witch will be judged to be possessed by the devil and beheaded. ”

"What if you get your innocence?" I say.

"Oh, then the shrine maiden may have bled to death in glory and be buried outside the walls of the city, instead of being burned." "You know, when men don't know how to solve problems, they always point the finger at women. ”

The Salanders killed the woman, and together they lifted her stump and threw her at us. The corpse rolled in front of the fence a few times, completely still.

"It's Guntz's goodwill." One of the spearmen on my left said that he had a lump on top of his mouth, which was his lucky tumor, and he touched it before every prayer. At this time, he pinched his lucky tumor fiercely, "May she ascend to heaven." ”

"May she return to the temple of the gods."

"May she run between the forests."

There were people around who chimed in, which made me think that the Valans really needed more priests.

Giovanni still didn't give an order, and by the time night fell again, the Salanders had already broken through one of our weakest defenses several times. The fence was eighty feet long, unfortified and unanchored with stones, relying entirely on the fierce resistance of the dozens of Valan spearmen standing behind it. The Salanders burned a section of the section with lit wood carts, and although the Valans blocked it with two wooden carts, it seemed only a matter of time before the Salanders rushed in.

For a while, I was drawn to the front of the wooden fence and replaced it with a spear to stab the mob outside the fence, who, at the cost of a few wounded, began to stand a dozen paces away and throw stones. The Salanders must have been planning for a long time. There aren't that many stones around this trade post. Inside our camp, the rocks were piled up into a hill.

"Is Giovanni a gelding too?" Someone scolded, "What does it mean to stay in this place?" ”

"Why don't you go out and let these bastards know we're awesome."

"Giovanni!" There were even people on the other side of the camp shouting, "When are you going to wait!" ”

But Giovanni was still waiting at the top of the tower. Some say that Giovanni was seen climbing to the top of the tower and peeping around, but disappeared again after a short time. There was widespread disappointment with Giovanni.

Below the night. After a day of tossing, the Salanders also lit a few piles of firewood and sat around. At first, there were people beating drums and singing, but after a while, it seemed that the night did not interest the people of Salander to continue tossing. They quieted down. In the firelight, I saw people still swaying back and forth in the surrounding streets, and even on the avenue leading to the outside, hordes of Salanders had arrived, and it seemed that these Salander mobs were not just from the Trading Post. I should have thought that there wouldn't be so many idlers in the entire trading post. It is likely that these were serfs, or even slaves, requisitioned from the estates by the Salanders. Gradually, the Salanders abandoned slavery, but the huge estates in the Creelian lands could not function without slaves. The newcomers attracted a wave of sāo. We waited in the darkness of the night for a dawn.

When the silence fell again. I didn't even notice it. Tiredness crept up my eyes and made me sleepy.

Woo~

A distant sound came.

I opened my eyes. Suspect it's my hallucination. But I immediately noticed that the Salanders seemed to hear it, and they turned their heads to each other, and more and more people woke up.

There was a fine roar from the ground, like the thunder that precedes the summer rains.

Woo~Woo~

I realized it was a bugle, and someone was coming.

The officers of the Valans began kicking the soldiers' butts one after the other, making us jīng gods a little. Our eyes widened.

The people of Salander cheered, and they lit the torches in the fire with their prepared torches, and the light and shadow shimmered, and their momentum was amplified many times over.

Woo~Woo~Woo~

The trembling sound of the ground was approaching. This is not the sound of an infantry brigade advancing, only the sharpest heavy infantry is running in unison, it is obvious that there is no heavy infantry brigade here, it must be a whole cavalry marching.

When the last trumpet sounded, it seemed as close as it was to my ears.

The Valans began to distribute javelins, and the soldiers behind took the gleaming javelins and passed them to the soldiers in front of them in turn, until each received at least three.

"Kujiits, come on!" I said silently in my heart.

The voices converged into a mighty river.

Countless knights were rushing down the streets in the night, and it occurred to me that if these Kugits didn't slow down, then they would step on the Salanders.

In fact, the next time I took a breath, the strangely dressed and foul-smelling Kujit poured into the clearing in front of the fence, and they didn't step on the Salanders, they drew their sabers and slashed them!

Then, there was a shrill drum beat around me, and boom! Boom! Boom!

I looked back, and twelve torches illuminated Giovanni, dressed in shining armor, appeared in the center of the barracks, and around him, a battering ram made of logs was raised.

Someone is conveying Giovanni's order.

"Knock down the fence! Knock down the fence! Knock down the fence! The Kujit are friends, kill all the Mamluks! ”