Chapter 332: Battle of Moncruz (Part )

After the knights' defeat, they attempted two more raids at night, but were discovered and repelled each time by the vigilant warrior-brothers.

Although it was daytime, the sky was still gloomy white, and the wind blowing on my face was a bit damp.

Wearing a greasy apron, Deklama stood on the third floor of the fortress, stirring a spoon in front of a cauldron.

The turbid, greasy and salty broth is a necessity for everyone to replenish oil and salt.

With a hypocritical smile on his face, Deklama handed a bowl of broth to the sweaty engineer.

"Uncle Deklama." A young man wearing a wolfskin hat and a rough jacket greeted Deklama, "I'm here to take over for Papa."

Handing the ladle to another village head, Deklama wiped his hands with his apron and looked up and down at the familiar face he couldn't remember who it was: "Whose family are you from?"

"Uncle Deklama, I'm Pete from the Hochte family." The young man took off the fur hat on his head and saluted Deklama stiffly.

Deklama glanced at him and said, "Isn't Old Pete here?"

"Papa fell down at the door this morning, so I came to take his place."

After confirming with several village heads nearby, Deklama nodded and approved of the young man: "Okay, you can take over, but the salary will only be half."

"Why?" Pete was shocked.

Deklama reached out and hit him on the forehead: "You, Papa, are the head of the village. You know how to manage people and things. You still want me to teach you. I will take half of your tuition from the salary given by the new master. Do you have any objection?"

Touching the redness and swelling on his forehead, Peter admitted that he was unlucky: "No problem."

"Don't feel like you're losing out. I'm taking your money because I really want to teach you." Deklama proudly puffed out his chest. "How to deal with the master is a great subject. You will benefit greatly from it. I'll tell you."

Little Pete pouted and lowered his head as if he was a little unconvinced.

"I'm telling you not to be unconvinced." Deklama used his greasy hands to lift Little Pete's ears and asked him to raise his head. "Do you know how to talk to the master?"

"No, I don't know."

Deklama held up two fingers and said, "Remember two words: freedom and equality. Just say them more often. Just like the old master liked devout believers, you should say Messiluah more often."

"I understand, I understand." Pete nodded repeatedly, "Then what exactly does freedom and equality mean?"

"You don't understand this?" Deklama lowered his voice. "Equality means that masters, big and small, are equally noble, and freedom means that masters can freely order us around."

Peter's face was filled with sudden enlightenment: "So that's it. I understand. I understand."

Deklama straightened up with satisfaction, and when he saw a retired veteran with a neck coming over, he immediately put on a flattering smile: "Master, here, give me your meat."

After serving a bowl of meat to the old soldier, Deklama saw a local villager following behind him. His face darkened: "Get lost! Is this something you can eat?"

Deklama said he came to express condolences, but when he cooked a big pot of meat soup, it was always the retired veterans who gave you meat, the ordinary engineers who gave you soup, and the local villagers who were told to get out.

It was really unexpected. Deklama started to daydream while holding the big spoon, and in five days, they actually built the fortress.

In the battle yesterday, the knight was actually defeated. He had written a notice to restore order, but he had to burn it overnight.

Just now when he went to deliver the meal, he actually saw the master of the Moncruz family. His legs were broken, and he was chained around his neck and locked up in the old dungeon of the castle.

The news spread quickly. When he came to deliver food in the morning, several servants of the Kushite knights came to inquire about the situation.

Does this mean that the Kushite Knights will side with the Saviors?

Could this group of peasant rebels really win? Then would I be able to become the master?
Deklama's heart began to beat violently.

"A bowl of broth, please."

Deklama looked up and saw a sapper in front of him.

He immediately changed his rebellious anger back to a hypocritical professional smile and scooped up a bowl of soup: "Here, brother, yours..."

"Woooooooooo——" The deep sound of the horn shook the entire three-story fortress.

Deklama's hand that was handing over the soup stopped where it was and his face turned pale instantly.

Isn't it early in the morning? We just attacked last night. How could the knight get up so early to attack the city?

What happened recently? First the bishop fell, then the peasants became nobles, and the social order collapsed!

Although he was cursing the world's moral decline in his heart, Deklama did not stop working.

He stuffed the big spoon into Pete's hands, said hurriedly, "You come and fight," and started running out of the fortress.

As for the few village leaders, after they reacted, they also followed Deklama and ran outside.

Only Pete stood there stupidly, not knowing what was going on. But the village heads all understood that the knights were attacking the city!

If you stay in the fortress, you might get hurt by accident.

Even if there were no accidental injuries, if they broke into the city and saw me with this group of rebels, I would be doomed.

The warrior monks lined up in neat rows and ran back and forth in front of the mortar wall, and holy guns once again poked out from the shooting holes.

Heads flowed like water, and the sounds of metal friction and collision were everywhere. Although the battle had not yet begun, Deklama could already smell the stench of blood.

Pushing aside the engineers and villagers who were blocking the road and avoiding the warrior monks who were running forward, Deklama panted and ran downwards against the flow of people.

He scurried along the edge of the mound and reached the first floor.

After this run, Deklama's armpits and chest were wet. He looked around while running and saw that the smoke from the southeast had not approached yet, so he relaxed a little.

Looking forward, I saw several low walls arranged in a staggered manner, and the sharp spikes inserted diagonally between the gaps were still covered with dark red blood.

Those gaps were exactly the road Deklama came from, the road closest to his village and the grove.

Although the knights had not yet approached, Deklama did not dare to delay and strode towards the gap.

"What are you doing?" Two long spears crossed and blocked his way. Several warrior monks stared at him with unfriendly expressions.

Deklama stretched his legs and slammed on the brakes, and the other village leaders following him stopped.

He rubbed his hands and walked forward, saying humbly, "Gentlemen, I am here to deliver the broth. Now that I have delivered it, I must leave."

The two spearmen looked at each other, and one of the veterans said sternly, "The horn has been blown, and the road is blocked. If you didn't get out before, you're not allowed to go out anymore."

Forced to smile, Deklama handed over two dinars and said, "Gentlemen, can you please let me out?"

"no……"

"Please help me." Deklama took out two dinars again.

"What are you doing? You are not allowed to go out. They are setting up barricades and spiked wooden stakes outside!" A division captain who was patrolling here shouted sternly at Deklama.

Seeing the division captain coming, Deklama took out a Sora gold coin (each worth 10-12 dinars) and said, "Master, just make way, and no one else will know."

The division captain was so angry that he almost laughed: "Bribe me? You are using this to test our war monks? Which war monk can't stand such a test?"

"No, Master Monk, that's not what I meant..."

"You make me feel sick." The division captain waved his arms, and two spearmen stepped forward, grabbed Deklama's arms, and dragged him to the back.

"Freedom and equality, I am free and equal!" Deklama shouted desperately, kicking the ground helplessly with his legs.

"Idiot." The division captain snorted coldly.

As a matter of faith, he would not allow himself to do such a thing.

In terms of benefits, if he won the war, he could get 2 or 3 gold pounds or even more from the spoils. If he was recorded by the military judge for this, it would be a real loss.

Deklama was thrown horizontally to the edge of the mound by two warrior monks. His body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He covered his lower back and groaned in pain.

Seeing that Deklama had taken the lead for them, the village leaders naturally did not dare to go up and bring bad luck upon themselves. They could only surround Deklama and ask for his opinion in a low voice.

"Brother Deklama, what should we do now?"

"Fuck the goat, he's just a lousy captain, and you still let him..." Deklamar's face was grim as he supported the mound and sat up. "Let's go up to the third floor of the castle, it's safer."

"Brother Deklama, it's impossible." A village head frowned, "The passage is blocked by spearmen, we can't go up."

"What?!" Deklama stretched out his arms. "Help me up. I want to report it to Commander Jourdan."

Several village leaders looked at each other and said with difficulty: "It was the order given by Commander Zhu Erdan."

"Ah?!" After being shocked, Deklama actually felt wronged and lost, "How could this happen?"

An old village head said helplessly: "Aren't the old and new masters the same? The Knight Master doesn't care about our lives, but the Battle Monk Master will?

Let's find a place to hide as soon as possible and think of a way to sneak to the second floor."

"Yes, yes, let's hide quickly." Seeing that his life was in danger, his previous complaints and disbelief disappeared.

While praying in his heart that the battle would end quickly, Deklama walked towards the gathering place of the villagers.

(End of this chapter)