At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

"Let's go now!" It's hard to imagine such a sonorous voice coming from a pregnant woman.

And those strong men around immediately bowed and replied: "Here!"

On the other side, Malarjiji, who was ambushing outside the town of Ulster, was furious, with his feet stuck in the ankle-thick snow, and he pointed at the messenger who came to report and cursed.

"Damn it! Where did you make a mistake?" Roaring loudly, Malarjiji's face showed a rare undisguised anger. He turned around without hesitation, called the ambushing private soldiers to gather, and rushed towards the direction of Ulster Town.

Shining swords and sharp arrows shone under the refracted light of the snow, exuding a fierce aura. The guards on guard saw the galloping cavalry at a glance. They stood up and wanted to stop them, but before they could speak, they were shot through their throats.

At this time, according to the agreement, those people who had ambushed earlier began to kill and set fire everywhere in Ulster Town, disturbing the sight and hearing, and the chaos spread like fog, and spread to the whole town in a short period of time.

Chapter 4 and One: The Woman Beats the Drum and the Man Dies

The West Britannia Guild Hall is a compound of half an acre, fifteen paces long, twenty paces wide, and three stories high. Across the street there is an operating tavern and a stable for horses and carriages.

This was supposed to be a guild hall for warehouses and businessmen to talk to, but at this moment it has become a large construction site.

The original flat wooden floor was dug up and made into Juma, and the original compacted ground was also dug out palm-deep horse pits.

The big and small men and businessmen who belonged to the West Britain Company lifted their robes and tied them around their waists. Each of them took a shovel or pickaxe in their hands and dug the ground with a bang.

In the center of the compound, protected by four guards, Li Baojing changed his hairstyle to a convenient one, put on a helmet, and a large leather armor, and sat on the grand master's chair.

From time to time, someone came to report, but Li Baojing could give an order without thinking for two seconds. With a wave of his left hand, someone might be beaten, someone wanted to be rewarded, or someone had to change roles.

In just 5 minutes, none of the complicated affairs were handled wrongly, even the people who were beaten felt it was fair, and the preparations for the entire guild hall were orderly.

The whole hall is like a hive, and Li Baojing is the queen bee in the hive.

At the moment, there are about [-] or [-] staff members from the West Britain Company and the Shaofu in the entire guild hall. In addition, under the temptation of money, nearly a hundred caravan guards and nearby civilian archers were recruited.

Now the whole town of Ulster is in chaos, and the recruiters can't run too far. It's good to be able to recruit these rangers.

But the next problem is the lack of weapons. The town of Ulster is not Hamburg, and there is no arsenal, but Li Baojing has a solution.

She asked someone to open the warehouse of the West Britain Company, and took out pitchforks, flails, sickles and other agricultural tools from the warehouse. As for the iron armor, she didn't even need to think about it, but Li Baojing got a batch of vine armor, which was better than nothing.

"Don't feel sorry for those goods!" Li Baojing pointed to the woolen cloth on the ground. "I can afford to pay for a few horses of woolen cloth. Make these woolen cloths into curtains and insert them on the fence to protect them from arrows and arrows."

"Here!" A little official quickly picked up the wool and walked towards the wall. At this moment, because the wall is not short, it is not convenient for defense, so the people present built a wooden platform with boxes and planks along the wall. .

In this way, the person on the wooden platform can stand on the platform and lean out half of his body to attack the enemy from top to bottom.

The entire construction site was in full swing. If Li Baojing was given more time, he might be able to turn the small guild hall into a solid watchtower, but time waits for no one.

"Ah—" After a miserable howl, a caravan boy on the lookout held his throat, and blood gushed out. He leaned on the wall at the corner and tried to wave to the other side.

But before he could continue walking, a spear tip emerged from his chest, and Malajiji's thin figure appeared behind the buddy.

His face was ferocious, and his calm face for decades seemed to have exhausted all the expressions in his life in just a few days.

In addition to dozens of people in Malajiji's group who were killing and setting fire, including his personal soldiers and those mercenaries, a total of 260 people had gathered here.

Most of these people have horses, wear leather armor or chain mail, and hang various weapons on their bodies, but all of them show that they are elites.

"They found us." Malarjiji looked at the gate of the guild hall that was slowly closing in the distance, and the horse rejection and horse pits in front of the gate, and shook his head with dark eyes.

"Master Malajiji, what about us?" The mercenary leader also saw those traps and rejected horses.

Malajiji spat on the ground: "Get off your horse and fight on foot. Find someone to cover the horse trap with wooden boards. This is just to prevent us from making a quick raid before the gate is closed."

Soon, a team of dozens of mercenaries and private soldiers came to the open space at the entrance of the guild hall. Holding their shields, they first removed the seven or eight crooked horses with axes, and then covered the horse pit with wooden boards.

These dozens of soldiers put on shields and moved forward slowly, while Li Baojing, who was watching the battle, also gave an order: "Fire the arrows!"

Although Li Baojing shot the arrows very imposingly, there were a total of ten crossbows on the wooden platform of the wall, less than half of them were kicking crossbows, and the rest were ordinary hunting crossbows.

The crossbow bolts were nailed to the shield, and within a distance of [-] or [-] steps, only five people were shot down. Even if most of these five people only injured their legs and arms, there was not much bleeding or death.

Under the wall, facing this kind of wall that is less than two people high, just build a ladder and step on the shoulders of your companions, it is enough to put your hands on the edge of the wall.

The civilian archers and guards on the wall shouted loudly to relieve the fear in their hearts and deter the enemy at the same time.

The first personal ladder was erected, and a Malajiji private soldier with a long beard was holding on to the edge of the wall with both hands. With both hands, half of his body protruded out of the wall.

"Hey——" After a broken roar, the middle-aged civilian husband held out the pitchfork, and inserted it smoothly into the private soldier's face just like he used to fork grass every day.

The blood shot away immediately, and the private soldier fell straight backwards. It's a pity that the civilian man didn't know how to restrain his strength, and the pitchfork was inserted too deep, so he took the weapon down with him.

After seven or eight people were shot down by pitchforks and sickles, an experienced mercenary shouted: "Don't go directly, go together, use shields."

The rest of the soldiers raised their shields as if they had just woken up from a dream, and tried to climb over the wall again with cruel smiles. Then they were successfully hit in the back by the flail, and fell straight down the ladder again.

In this way, the two sides stalemate for almost a quarter of an hour.

But as time went on, the caravan guards gradually fell into a disadvantage. After all, unlike these private soldiers and mercenaries, they fought and killed people every day, and their weapons and equipment were also inferior to others.

To make matters worse, a few private soldiers got a log from nowhere, tied the log with a belt, and began to smash the door under the wide-eyed eyes of everyone.

"Boom-"

Under the dull voice, the pitchforks in the hands of several peasants began to tremble.

"Boom-"

The horses in the guild hall neighed uncomfortably.

"Boom-"

Beads of sweat appeared on Li Baojing's forehead.

"Snapped--"

After the beatings of death, finally accompanied by the figures of several peasants collapsing and fleeing, it was the sound of the door breaking open. After all, this thin door could not stop several impacts.

But those civilian husbands couldn't please, and before they ran a few steps, they were pierced through the chest by the soldiers with heavy arrows, and cut off their heads, as a warning to others.

After knocking down the gate, the private soldiers who poured in discovered that behind the gate, Li Baojing actually built a small semi-circular defense line with box soil.

"Boom boom boom——"

This time it was no longer the banging of private soldiers on the door.

"Boom boom boom——"

Malarjiji, who walked into the courtyard of the guild hall, raised his head and saw the Siris woman at first sight.

Behind the line of defense, Li Baojing didn't run away. She had a big belly, sweating profusely, showing her white wrists, holding two drumsticks in her hand, and sounded the war drum herself.

"Whoever takes the leader's head will be rewarded with ten thousand gold!"

"kill--"

"Wan Sheng!"

"God bless me!"

One of Malajiji's private soldiers uttered a battle cry. He dodged the pitchfork that pierced his cheek with his head sideways. The shield swept across and swung the pitchfork away. chest.

Red blood and green bile spilled on his shield, which stinks to heaven, but before he could draw his armed sword, an iron mace came to him.

Red and white juice flowed from the ear holes, the private soldier's head sunken, and the mercenary behind him stepped forward, trying to pierce the black Jiafu soldier, but he took a step, and the short arrow buzzing in his throat stopped him.

The Heijiafu soldiers retreated under the alternate cover of their companions, and a mercenary tried to chase after him. A civilian man on the ground suddenly reached out and grabbed his feet, causing the mercenary to fall to the ground.

When his forehead touched the ground, he let out a scream, and a caravan guard with bulging veins stomped on the man's neck, and the white throat pierced the skin.

"Woo..."

"Go to hell!" Before the guards could cheer, a gleaming armed sword slashed across his throat. Malarjiji pulled out the dagger from the corpse, and then slammed it into the back of the foot-holding man.

Pulling out the armed sword, Malarjiji was gasping for breath, almost unable to speak. During the continuous siege and bloody battle, his physical strength was exhausted too much.

But all this is worth it. No matter how Li Baojing beat the drum, it was too late. The battle line belonging to Li Baojing's side kept retreating in the guild hall, and many civilian husbands and guards had reached their limit.

And although the morale on his side is not as high as it was at the beginning, at least it is stronger than those civilian husbands who are on the verge of collapse.

Almost, almost, Malarjiji stared at Li Baojing, who seemed to be fearless: "Continue to attack!"

"what--"

Immediately after Malajiji's order was a well-timed scream, but why did the scream come from the rear?

"Quick, hurry up and save Madam!"

"Li Fuling hold on, we are coming!"

At the same time, a loud and violent clash of weapons came from behind.

Chapter 4 Goo, kill me!

"Hey, thief!"

There was a thundering roar, but a Saxon youth in black robe rushed in first, holding a long knife in each of his left and right hands, spinning like flying.

The double armor on his body was already stained with blood. This Saxon youth was naturally Jiang Xigu. He was almost insane. Behind him were a dozen returning student soldiers, and even seven or eight banner men in green clothes.

Behind them, there are a motley assortment of local townspeople in different shapes. They either hold hatchets or boning knives, and those bannermen stand in the front row, stabbing forward with long spears in their hands.

Although there were not many people in this batch of support, the attack on the rear still severely hit the morale of these bandits, and they had to mobilize some people to return to the rear.

At this moment, the people who had been defending the wooden platform finally got off the platform and refilled the line of defense that was almost breached before. Seeing someone come to support, the morale of Li Baojing's side, which was on the verge of collapse, finally stabilized.

"Hey!" Amidst the shouts, Jiang Xigu blocked the short spear stabbed by Malajiji's soldier with a knife, like a whirl, his body turned along the stabbed short spear, and came in front of the soldier.

The heavy machete slashed down, and the soldier happened not to be wearing a helmet. The blade pierced directly through the front door, and half of his face was cut off.

Beside Jiang Xigu, the long spear in Yuan Wan's hand shook quickly, first he pretended to stab down, causing the mercenary to retreat to defend, but he didn't notice that the spear tip bent upwards like a poisonous snake, and "poof" into the stomach.

Yuan Wan rushed forward, twisted his wrist, and the tip of the gun rolled up in the mercenary's stomach. The mercenary howled, his hands lost all strength, and he fell to his knees.

Withdrawing the spear, Yuan Wan bypassed the slippery intestines on the ground, and continued to fight forward with the large army.

Although Jiang Xigu's group brought a real new force, after all, there were only about [-] people, and most of them were townspeople, except for Qi Ding and these young people, they didn't have much fighting power.

Looking down from the sky, the guild hall was divided into three groups, the middle one was the largest black group, squeezing those who poured in from the door, while strangling those who were close to the small building of the guild hall.

Jiang Xigu's joining was not ineffective. At this moment, under the attack of the mercenaries and some private soldiers who had followed Malajiji, the psychological defense line was also on the verge of collapse.

Whether it's Li Baojing's side or Malajiji's side, there is only a hemp rope hanging on their hearts, but if there is any change, then everything will be over.

"I'll pierce your mother, who dares to act wild!" The thunderous Siris voice rang in everyone's ears, and a group of 12 armored cavalry rushed into the hall without hesitation.

In the crowded crowd at the entrance of the guild hall, the cavalry swung their horses, and bloody ripples instantly appeared.

The horse's hoof smashed through the ribs, and the iron mace smashed the front door. Wang Xi, the leader of the cavalry leading the horse, had a look of madness: "Who dares to stab, where is the thief?"

"Quack, it's the dental soldier!"

"Hey! Run, run!"

Before the man yelled a second time, the horse lance with the afterimage slammed on his neck in a daze, the bones flew, and the blood drew a poppy flower on the ground.

"Kill without pardon, kill kill kill kill kill!"

"Surrender, we surrender."

Facing the private soldiers and mercenaries who kept kneeling in front of the iron cavalry, and the loyal domestic servants and private soldiers who were fighting to the death and still falling down, Malajiji knew that it was over.

But no matter whether he wins or loses, there will always be a huge rift between that Feng and Charlie. Even if he fails to kill the woman to vent his anger on his son, his goal has been achieved.

Facing the cavalry rushing in front of him, Malajiji took off his armor and opened his arms. As a believer of the Heavenly Father, one cannot commit suicide, but at least dying under the enemy's gun is also a good choice.

Unfortunately, Li Baojing's beautiful female voice stopped the cavalry: "Don't kill him, bring him to me!"

After clearing away the remnants of the soldiers, Malarjiji knelt down in front of Li Baojing with his hands tied behind his back, while Li Baojing sat on the grand master's chair with his belly supported, looking down at the culprit.

"Hey, kill me!" Malajiji said to Li Baojing, deliberately pretending to be the accent of those Austrasia mercenaries.

"I recognize you, Your Excellency Malajiji." Li Baojing had just beaten the drum, and his breath was a little uncomfortable, "But I never thought it was you, Your Excellency Malajiji."

"This is done by me alone, and has nothing to do with Your Highness."

Without answering the question, Li Baojing asked in a deep voice, "How did you get in?"

"You don't deserve to know, pfft—" Raising his head, Malajiji spit at Li Baojing with a saliva. Unfortunately, the saliva was blocked by the maid next to him with a small shield, and Wang Xi immediately gave him two big mouthfuls. Competition.

Looking at Ma Lajiji, who was kneeling on Wang Xi's neck and breathless, Li Baojing winked at the attendant at the side, and the attendant left with a few soldiers cleverly.

Chong Wangxi shook his head and asked him to stand up. Li Baojing continued to ask: "I remember that Mr. Lang has no deep hatred with you, right? If there is any hatred, according to your Frankish rules, this kind of thing should be settled in a rally or an arena, right?"

"My son died at his hands. Does this mean that there is no deep hatred?" Blood flowed from the corner of Malajiji's red and swollen mouth. "He took my child away, and I will take his too."

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?"