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Chapter 246 Retreating to Fort Thunder (4k [-]-in-[-])

Luke spent a lot of effort and swore repeatedly in the name of the Lord, and finally persuaded the resident priest to organize the civilians to evacuate, although the latter still had doubts about Luke's words.

After persuading the resident priest, the Blessed One set off. He walked to various streets, wanting to convey the news of the massacre as soon as possible. With his kindness as a true believer, he thought that even if he saved one more person, it would be for the Lord. mass.

Luke stepped on the avenue, loudly proclaiming the news of the massacre.

"Father, is it true? Are they really going into the city to slaughter?" asked a mother with a plain turban on her head, holding a vegetable basket with dried mushrooms in her hand.

Her son hid behind her, a little shy and cowering in front of strangers.

"I swear in the name of the Lord, go! The massacre is about to happen!" Luke promised the half-believing mother.

"But, but... why, we are all true believers and Verdusan people? Aren't they afraid of going to hell?" Seeing his swearing, the mother panicked.

"They'll take it as a gift from God to them, and take it as a gift from God!"

Luke spoke quickly, trying his best to persuade the mother and son to leave,

"Greed and desire dominate them, and the fire of hell is tempting them, causing them to forget the scriptures! Come on, don't be entangled by these hellish beasts!"

After hearing these words, the mother folded her hands together and prayed for the blessing of the Lord, and then hurriedly pulled her son up and returned home to pack the things.

Luke continued to shout in the street.

"Massacre! The massacre is coming! Those who are going to hell will be looted!"

Luke cried, in the name of the Lord.

Many people poked their heads out from their homes and looked suspiciously at the calling priest, but only a few people came up to ask what happened.

"Father, how did you know there would be a massacre?" someone asked.

Luke was stunned for a moment, and he hurriedly said, "This is what I saw!"

However, the man kept asking, asking Luke if he saw bloodshed, and if he saw any civilians die, and if so, how many people died?How many more were injured?How many more were looted? .
After all kinds of detailed questions, Luke could hardly answer any of them.

The fate Luke saw was vague and lacking in detail, and he couldn't explain the old saying to the person in front of him when every second counted.

The person who asked the question retorted: "Father, you are too worrying!"

"The massacre is really coming!" Luke said anxiously.

"It's useless to rely on you alone. How could we abandon our family's belongings because of your words? Go back to church, priest!"

After finishing speaking, the questioner waved his hand to other suspicious people, claiming that the priest was terrified, and everything he said was baseless.

Luke was very anxious at this time, he could see fate, and it was difficult to be indifferent to it, but not many people were willing to listen to his warning.

The blessed ones are human beings after all, and their faces are no longer the indifference of preaching and preaching in the past, but because those people are unwilling to listen to the warnings, they show anger, accompanied by a deep sense of powerlessness.

At this time, he couldn't help thinking that if he was a secular lord, and he could entrust dozens of knights to fiefs, he would be able to drive these people out of the city with armed force, instead of the current situation, where there are only a few People are willing to listen to warnings.

However, he is now just a priest, a church nobleman in the eyes of mediocrity!
"Are you really going to be killed by those people who are going to hell?! In the eyes of people with red eyes, how can there be any gods?!"

Luke cursed silently, those civilians hiding in their homes.

At this moment, Luke saw the mother and son. The mother took her son and rushed out of the city with a serious expression on her face.

Luke's anger got a little relief, and finally someone could listen to him.

The Blessed One didn't notice that a huge blood-red banner appeared vaguely in midair.

Even if he saw it, Luke didn't know that it was the flag of the Shakipo people, let alone that the Shakipo people were even far more savage than the Ledonites.

When the mother and son came to the intersection,
Luke heard a series of hoofbeats, like death horns.

He hurriedly recited the ancient sayings, trying to see the fate of mother and child.

But it was all too late.

The Shaqipo people with scars and wolf fur armor appeared in the distance of the intersection.

Shaqipo followed the whistle, and he looked at the mother and child as if looking at a plaything.

Raise the gun, charge, stab.

The brutal movements followed the acceleration of the horse, approaching the mother and child very quickly.

Mother also heard the horseshoe, she turned her head to look, and saw the Shaqipo people rushing at a high speed.

Panicked and distraught. Mother's expression changed rapidly.

The mother squatted down, only to hold her son tightly in her arms before the spear came.

The spear rushed over quickly, the tip of the spear was red, it was the blood of the defenders.

Then, the spear in Shaqipo's hand broke due to the charge, and the mother and child were pierced through the chest by the same spear.

The mother's mouth was full of blood, and she fell to the ground with the child in her arms, moaning helplessly, as if crying bitterly.

Luke looked at the bloody picture, he was completely stunned.

This is like the prelude to the end.

Sha Qipo turned his horse's head and took out a scimitar. He looked at Luke, licked his lips, and pointed provocatively at the dead body on the ground.

Before Luke could react, the Shaqipo slapped the horse with the back of the knife and rushed over straight.

The Blessed One looked at the rapidly approaching blade, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, death was approaching, but his legs were stiff.

"Father!"

A defender suddenly rushed out from the alley, and after a loud cry, he raised his spear and stabbed the Shaqipo people.

The Shaqipo man obviously didn't expect this, he hastily tightened the reins of the horse.

This was still a slow step, and the defender pierced his throat with a single shot. The horse neighed and fled forward in fright.

The body of the Shasha rider fell off the horse's back in the bumps.

"A, Arius?"

Luke, who had recovered his life, panted heavily, and looked at the defender.

Luke recognized him. It was the guard who opened the door for him that night when he came to Marton River City.

"The enemy has invaded the city, come with me, priest! Get out of here! Go to the castle, where you can hold on!"

Yaliu explained hurriedly, almost slurring his words.

Half a day after the city wall was breached, Duke Andev and Lauren retreated to the castle in the city.

Except for the defenders, only a small number of civilians in the castle fled into it, and almost the entire city fell into the hands of the Verdusan people in an instant.

The defenders suffered a lot, but under the command of the Duke, they retreated in an orderly manner, repelling the pursuit of the Verdusan and Shaqipo people several times.

After the enemy entered the city, they poured out their anger at the failure of the siege a few days ago on the civilians in the city, and began to loot wantonly.

As a result, the defenders had a little time to breathe after retreating to the castle.

Duke Anderf laid out the defense intensively. Although the castle has been abandoned for a long time, stone bricks can often withstand the wind and rain.

In addition, the terrain of the castle is quite high, there are not many defensive points, and the troops can be concentrated, and the road to attack the city is narrow. Due to various factors, the small group of troops who came chasing were blocked outside the city gate by flying arrows and stones, and had to Temporarily retreat.

Even so, Duke Andev and Lauren still had no time to breathe a sigh of relief.

There are not too few defenders who have yet to retreat to the castle.

For this reason, Lauren had no choice but to personally lead the Leidon people, set off from the castle, fight all the way out, and escort the surrounding defenders into the castle.

When Duke Kean, the commander of the Verdusan people, recovered from the joy of the enemy's retreat, Lauren had already received one-third of the remaining defenders and retreated into the castle.

Duke Kean quickly organized infantry to attack the castle.

However, Duke Andev has already arranged a simple but perfect defense in a short period of time.

However, because most of the soldiers were looting everywhere, the Verdusan people had no time to gather their troops, and faced the defense of the castle, they retreated, leaving behind dozens of corpses.

The Duke of Coan had to order a retreat, and instead ordered people to surround the castle, not allowing a single defender to enter, nor to allow a single defender to escape.

"We're safe for now"

At nightfall, the enemy did not organize a large-scale attack on the castle, and Duke Andev was reluctantly relieved.

Looking at the time-honored city below, the torches of the sentry posts were lit and flickered at night, and the whole castle looked impregnable.

There are not too many wide roads in the city of Marton River, and the counterweight trebuchets are too large to be pushed into the city. This castle may be more stable than the outer city walls.
Duke Anderf comforted himself as much as possible at this time.

The Duke looked at the messy Marton River City. The smell of ashes spread in the air. It was obvious that the Verdusan people had already burned, killed and looted the city.

The Duke Andev, who has been through the war for a long time, knows that this is a normal state. When the siege party takes all kinds of hardships to capture the city, it is often accompanied by large-scale burning, killing and looting.

Even if the people in front of them are their own race, they are true believers who have the same beliefs as themselves.

Lauren was covered in blood and his face was tense.

"We're safe for now"

Prince Andrew repeated to him.

Lauren nodded slowly. He had just counted the number of troops that originally numbered over 2000. At this time, there were only more than 1000 left. The rest were either confirmed dead or missing.

This is not a huge loss.

Even the brave and skilled Leidon people, there are only more than 200 left at this time.

"What should we do next?" Lauren asked, although the third prince vaguely knew the answer.

"Stay here until the king sends troops to help, or until the enemy troops leave." Duke Andev said bitterly.

The castle at the foot is called Fort Temery, which means thunder in the native language, and it can also be called Thunder Castle.

"Is there any other way?" Lauren looked at the dusty stone bricks under his feet, as if they were telling the history of the castle.

Thunder Castle is a lonely city.

Duke Anderf lowered his head, and he said helplessly, "You won't listen, Lauren, and you Leiden people won't listen either."

The voice fell to his ears, and Lauren immediately understood what it meant.

surrender.

Surrender to the Verdusan people and pay a sky-high ransom in exchange for the defenders leaving the city.

According to the tradition of the Raidon people who do not want to surrender, they would rather die in battle than surrender to the enemy.

Lauren was silent.

"We can only stay here for the time being." Duke Andev sighed heavily.

On the second day after the defenders retreated into the castle, the ashes from the burning flames curled up everywhere in Marton River City.

Lauren looked at the horrible smoke and dust, which kept drifting towards the sky, as if he heard countless mournful wailings.

The plundering of the Verdusan and Shaqipo people has not yet ended, or in other words, it has just begun.

In the afternoon, even standing on the wall of Thunder Fort, Lauren could vaguely smell the stench of blood.

Gunpowder smoke rose everywhere in the city, and thousands of innocent souls seemed to follow the gunpowder smoke to the afterlife.

Under the order of Duke Anderf, the chaplains of the army organized a grand vesper, and all the soldiers gathered in the square, constantly promising them the hope of life and the seat of the kingdom of heaven.

The morale of the defenders gradually recovered a little amidst the sound of hundreds of scriptures.

Behind the sound of scriptures, Duke Andev had to face the problem of water and food in the castle.

There is only one well in Thunder Castle, and it has been in disrepair for a long time. Even after repairs, it is difficult to meet the needs of the soldiers in the city for a long time.

As for food, even if there is food in the fort, the situation is not much better.

Under such severe circumstances, Duke Andev had no choice but to organize a group of veterans and soldiers to go out at night to find supplies, and try to bring back some food, grass, water and wine as much as possible when the enemy's siege was not tight enough.

For two consecutive days, the veterans and soldiers brought back the corresponding supplies. Although this is just a drop in the bucket compared to the long-term consumption, it is better than nothing.

For this reason, Duke Andev prayed devoutly for the blessing of the Lord every night.

It's just that the gods didn't seem to care about the defenders.

On the third day when they went out to search for food, the veterans who were looking for food were attacked by the enemy. After losing less than half, they barely fled back to the city with their supplies.

Duke Coan of Verdusan thus became aware of the movement of the defenders.

Corresponding to this is the strict guarding of the streets by the Verdusan people, and the constant torches that come and go in the ghost town-like city at night.

The Verdusan people have almost completely blocked the castle's route out to find supplies.

The other defenders didn't have much worry about the supplies, but both Duke Andev and Lauren realized that the danger in front of them had been silently magnified.

The two had no choice but to suppress their despair and try their best to keep the face of winning in front of others.

"We haven't completely lost the Marton River City. We have been holding on for almost a month now. If we hold on for a little longer, the king's reinforcements will arrive. All soldiers, the Lord will protect us and punish our enemies!"

After an evening prayer, Duke Andev shouted so loudly in front of everyone to boost the morale of the defenders.

The enemy has not launched a large-scale attack on Fort Thunder for several days, and the defenders have also begun to recover from the failure of the collapse of the city wall.

And on the fifth day when the defenders retreated to Thunder Fort, Duke Andev received a report from the sentry that the Fordusan people moved the ladders in a large scale, and they were about to storm Thunder Fort and slaughter the stubborn defenders.

(End of this chapter)