Temple Sword

Chapter 197 Defending the Grape Field

Tiborg turned his head to where he heard the sound, but a stone was flying towards him, hitting him on the forehead.

Those around their master heard only a soft thud, and Tibberg fell straight off his horse.The twins started running in two opposite directions, while the landowner's men shouted in the direction of the carriage.

Sepke rushed in the direction of the cabin, and Corta ran south.The two hurried to the back of the nearest bush, picked up the two stones prepared in advance, standard, threw them out, and then ran to the next bush.

Tiborg's men were staggered by the stones, but none of the throws were as perfect as the first.The boys knew they couldn't go on like this, throw two stones at most, and the peasants would catch up and plunge them into melee.

Sepke held the wooden stick with both hands, and kept moving his steps, recalling the posture he learned in Barto Manor.He faced the three peasants, but was surprised to find that there was no trace of fear in him.

Swinging his stick, he hit one of his attackers hard in the face, causing the man to stumble.A stick came at him from the right, but the boy jumped back and stabbed the other end of the stick into the farmer's stomach.

He kicked a third man in the groin, and by the time the three got together, Sepke had slipped behind a nearby bush.

He hoped his brother wasn't in any trouble, but there was too much distance between them at this point, and he couldn't see what was going on there.

However, Corta is not as fast as his brother, and he is indeed as heroic as Pipke, but his strikes are not as precise.

His blows hit the elbow, shoulder and thigh, and he was hit a few times: the skin on his head had been ripped, and blood seeped into his eyes, rendering him almost invisible.

He felt five or six people surrounding him, but he didn't give up.Corta gripped the stick tightly and swung it in the air, turning it in circles, causing his assailant to back off slightly again.

But when they noticed that the boy seemed to be unable to see clearly, they began to tighten the circle again encouraged.

On the other side, Sepke was also hit in the back with the stick, and then in the knee, and the boy collapsed, staring out of his eyes in pain.The pain made him even more angry, and he swung the shovel handle, trying to drive back the approaching foe.

At this moment, a battle cry sounded from the southwest of the farmland.

"attack!"

Tiborg's men stopped and turned their heads, but before they could realize what was happening, the yelling men were charging at them from all directions, turning the tables.

"Zaran!" Sepke yelled, "You're back, Zaran!"

"I promised it!" cried the brewer, before joining in the furious battle, "this is our homeland! If I don't protect it, I'm not a man!"

Corta, covered in blood, was protected by four bearded strangers who stood like a wall in front of the trembling boy, staring at the peasants fiercely, as if they wanted to tear them to pieces on the spot. debris.

"What kind of brute would beat a child like that?" growled one of them, "You bloody cowards!"

"I'm going to knock his mouth out," another stared at the man across from him, "and make him swallow his teeth and pull them out of his ass!"

"I'll smash his face," said a third, "and let his snot run down his stomach."

"Come and try!" Tiborg responded angrily, "Don't just talk, try it if you have the guts!"

In this way, the reinforcements rushed forward and launched a fierce attack on the farmers.Zalan had them well armed, and these men not only carried sticks, but most of them carried some old cauldrons or wooden lids as shields.

"Are you all right, my young friend?" Zaran asked Sepke, with two helpers.

"I'm fine," the boy's eyes sparkled, "I've never been better."

"That's good," the brewer smiled, and turned to the other two people, "Beat the dog to beat the legs, and beat them to go home limping!" As they said, they rushed towards Tiberg's men again, Ignoring the blows on himself.

The fighting at the two locations slowly converged in front of the cabin, with Tilberg still lying unconscious beside his pack horses, some of whom had even dropped their weapons and were beating each other with their bare hands.

With the sound of knocked teeth and broken bones, a fierce battle broke out in the field, and the nineteen men fought like opposing armies on the battlefield.

Sepke broke free from the fight suddenly, picked up the torch that fell on the ground, and ran to the back of the house, not knowing what he was doing.Two or three of Tilberg's men on the ground thought the boy was about to flee, but he reappeared soon after.

Sepke stood on the roof of the wooden house, holding a burning torch in one hand and an ax in the other, roaring into the night, the sound shocked everyone, and they all stopped as if they had received an order the movement of the hand.

"This...here...is my land!" cried the boy from the roof. "I won it rightfully from that damned Tilberg, who knew exactly what he was running, and he used his Lost it in a fair game!
His land is mine!By the laws of God and man, I own, this, the land! ’ he announced firmly and clearly so that everyone could understand.

"You and your masters are nothing but criminals who have broken the law! So far I have given you some patience, or it would not have been a stick but this axe that would have fallen on your faces!

As the owner of this land, I have the right to use weapons to defend my property. If you don't leave my land, my people will take up real weapons and use spears and swords to make holes in your body. The rising sun can penetrate through it!I'll split your skulls in half too! "

Then he did something no one expected.

His instincts got the better of him, and Sepke frantically swung the torch, threw it into the crowd, and jumped off the roof with an ax in his hand before the torch hit the ground, and sat directly on Tiborg's horse.

The poor animal was startled, its front legs were wronged, and its hind legs kicked and ran suddenly.

All the enemies could see was a madman charging towards them by the firelight, on a galloping horse and brandishing an axe.

The peasants fled back and forth in the night, forgetting their masters in a moment, throwing away their sticks, and even those who had fallen on the ground got up and ran.

At this time, Tyberg's horse had calmed down, and Sepke could hardly believe that he could sit in the saddle without being thrown off, and this experience was enough to make a legend born.

The terrified attackers kept telling the story of that night for many years to come, and over time the boy who leaped from the roof became God's avenging angel, Tilbog's workhorse It became a beast that spewed flames, and the ax became a huge ax dripping with human blood.

Some people who heard this story did not believe it, and some bought it, but no matter what, no one dared to approach that grape field with malice since then.

Tibberg didn't wake up until the next morning, his throat was dry like dust, his tongue was on the verge of cracking, and worst of all was his head, which was throbbing so violently that he felt like he was about to ache died.

"He's blinking," someone said. "The bastard's awake."

"Well," said another, "you're still alive, you mouse..."

"Water!" Tiberg whimpered. "Give me water!"

"He wants water," said the third, "and we shall satisfy him, for I have waited a long time for this moment."

The next moment, a whole bucket of pumped water was poured directly on the man's face, making him completely awake.Tyberg coughed and couldn't say anything meaningful.

He soon realized that he was sitting in the open air, next to the cabin.A group of bearded men stood, sat, and even squatted around him, looking at him with bloodshot eyes on their swollen faces, making Tilberg flustered.

"What are you going to do?" He stammered and glanced back and forth at the stranger, "Where are my people?"

"If they were still a little conscious, they would have already run far away." A guy with a big beard squatted across from him and glared at him.Tilberg knew the man, he might have seen him a few times in the tavern, but he wasn't quite sure.

"What's going on here? I don't…"

"Don't you remember anything?" Zaran asked. "Well, let me tell you what happened. You lost a lot of money gambling and then the land, but you won't admit defeat , decided to forcibly use force to regain the former property, and then you lost again."

Tiborg clenched his hands into fists, and even tears welled up in his eyes, but it was more helpless anger than pain and hatred.

"But how did I...?" He said through gritted teeth, "I just remember we got here and then I didn't know anything, my head was about to split, it hurt like hell!"

"Haha, I'm not surprised at all!" The brewer smiled and showed him the round stone in his hand. "I heard that you were hit on the forehead by a stone, fell off the horse, and fell into the grass. You are lucky to survive."

"That's how my poor farmer must have died," Tilberg said.

The messy-haired men around him laughed.

"They ran away without looking back," Zalan said with a smile, "but before that, we beat them up. Why don't you have any expression? Is it because it's too hard to listen to us, or look at us?" Looking at us laughing too hard?

You look bad and you missed a big fight, you scumbag with no honor.Now you are the only one left here, at our mercy, do you still want to make excuses for yourself? "

(End of this chapter)