Chapter 407 Massacre of the City
"Bang bang bang!"

The chained oak door began to shake.

"Who?" Several dozing soldiers in the capstan room were startled awake and asked angrily.

"Catherine's ruling warrant, it's me, you bastards, open the door quickly, it's your turn in the capstan room!"

"Oh oh oh." Hearing the gatekeeper's voice, the militia captain in the capstan room sat up from the table, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and walked to the door.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"

"Sir, I'm driving now..."

"boom!"

After the chain was untied, a crack appeared in the iron-barred door, and the man behind the door kicked the door panel hard.

The soldier who opened the door was hit on the head by the door and retreated three steps before sitting down on the ground. He looked at the blood on his pants and wiped his nose in confusion.

The blood-red color of the fingertips hurt people's eyes, and the anger of the soldier who opened the door was ignited. He raised his head suddenly: "Fuck you, you are crazy... Hahahaha——"

Before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly widened as a crossbow arrow pierced his throat, the tail of the arrow still trembling.

"You..." A soldier just stood up with a look of astonishment on his face, but was pierced through the forehead by a crossbow arrow and fell to the ground.

The two crossbowmen stepped back, and seven or eight burly men in chain mail instantly rushed into the room, throwing their flying axes as soon as they entered.

The flying axe, with a spinning afterimage, was extremely accurate in the narrow space and pierced the guard's collarbone, chest and forehead with ease, causing screams and blood to flow out.

Echoing the sounds from the winch room, muffled groans and screams were also heard from the city gate.

The screams from the capstan room seemed to be some kind of signal. Among the soldiers who were originally standing in a row to defend the city, a dozen of them suddenly stood up, drew their armed swords and slashed at their colleagues around them.

Even as the armed swords sliced ​​their flesh and slit their throats, these soldiers loyal to Catherine turned away in disbelief.

They didn't give up until they saw their former colleagues pointing their swords at them.

"What are you doing?"

"You traitors!"

The very few soldiers who were not killed in the raid also drew their swords, raised their spears, and rushed towards the rebellious soldiers.

Unfortunately, before they could run a few steps, they were covered by continuous crossbow arrows.

Arrows fell on them like rain, and the rushing soldiers groaned and fell one after another at the feet of the traitors.

After clearing the soldiers at the city gate, the sound of chains rattling was heard from the capstan room.

Accompanied by this sound and the curses of the seriously injured soldier lying on the ground, a young man with untidy beard and gray hair walked over.

"Rial!" Looking at the two fingers of the leading betrayer, a seriously injured civilian soldier lying in a pool of blood roared in disbelief, "Why?"

Rial's face was terribly pale. He didn't look at his old friend on the ground, but just stared straight ahead.

It was not until a group of workshop owners showed up that some understanding appeared in the eyes of these captured or fallen soldiers.

"Just to protect your little property in the city?" The citizen soldier shouted at Rial, "I knew that woman was a devil. She corrupted your soul!"

"That's my wife. She and I are both devout believers of Myrcella!" As if his tail had been stepped on, Rial glared at his old friend, "The real devil, the witch with the vampire whip, your most loyal Catherine!

She is a witch, and she never told us. I suspect that Malok and the others died because they were infected with the witch disease.

I'm on the verge of going berserk every day after using vampire stuff. I don't want to die at the hands of a berserk witch.

If I follow her, my soul will be corrupted and I will never go to heaven."

"Doesn't Her Majesty Catherine always wear a cloak and gloves?" The citizen covered the wound from the arrow that pierced his intestines. "She would rather get prickly heat from covering it than take it off. We were still discussing why at the time. Do you remember?"

"Of course she has to do this." Amid the harsh friction between the capstan and the chain, Rial was as cold as a different person, "Otherwise, wouldn't it be revealed that she is a witch?"

"Rial, why are you arguing with him?" A workshop owner behind him nimbly rushed over. Rial subconsciously reached out to pull him, but failed.

The long sword pierced through the citizen's chest, and when it was pulled out, he could no longer utter anything. He just opened his eyes wide, leaned against the wall, and slowly fell to the ground.

Rial's hand, which only had two fingers left, trembled.

The soldier's blood, covered with white foam, flowed out from the slowly rising gate. The sunlight shone through the slightly opened door onto the desperate faces of the fallen soldiers.

Outside the gate, hundreds of foot knights who had swam in from the moat stood by the gate with their shields on their heads. Along with the rain of arrows from the top of the city walls, the bodies of soldiers fell from time to time, some with their faces covered and some without.

The sunlight shone from the backs of these infantry knights. In the darkness, Rial could not see their faces clearly, only their blurred silhouettes.

But for some reason, Riyal could always feel that they seemed to be laughing, a laugh that made him breathless.

"Boom boom boom——"

The bridge over the moat slowly descended, and in the woods in the distance began to rise the dust from the galloping cavalry.

"Go up to the tower and take control of the capstan room, armory, and street entrance."

"Destroy all the door bolts and remove all the barricades!"

"Control the top of the city and smash the crossbow mechanism."

The leading knight issued three orders in an orderly manner, and the infantry knights behind him immediately followed suit.

It was not until this moment that the leading knight seemed to notice the merchants and ordinary citizens standing before him.

He walked slowly in front of Rial, the sunlight disappeared, and finally his face was revealed. It was Elad, the captain of the Imperial Command Company.

"We meet again, Mr. Rial, oh, tsk."

He slapped his lips lightly and made an exaggerated chest-touching gesture. "Or should I call you that, Baron Rial."

Even in the world of aristocrats, betrayers are the most excluded.

Although Elad was grateful to Rial and other ordinary citizens and businessmen, he respected Catherine more for holding on for so many days on her own.

If Rial could take this opportunity to join the noble group, it would probably take him three generations to wash away the term "descendant of a traitor".

Looking at Elad with a mocking look on his face, Rial was speechless.

The sharpness in his eyes had completely disappeared, and although he still looked aloof, his aura had disappeared like a deflated ball.

Clumsily performing the noble etiquette that he once despised the most, Rial lowered his head and said, "Greetings, Mr. Knight Elad."

"Of course, of course." Elad walked past the captives nonchalantly, perfunctorily responding to Rial's words, and walked in front of the dozens of citizens. "I will meet your demands, but before that, tell me, where is the witch Catherine?"

"She is on the east wall." A wealthy businessman raised his hand enthusiastically, "We poisoned the gatekeeper of the bell tower in advance, so they didn't have time to get the news."

"Who told you to kill the monks in the bell tower?" Elad asked with a frown.

"Ah?" The merchants and citizens exclaimed in confusion, but they didn't understand what Ellard meant.

Elad clicked his tongue and said, "Go, ring the bell. Ring it as you agreed upon as the signal to break in."

"But……"

"Go ahead if I tell you to." Elad's voice was steady and elegant. "It's good enough to be able to cleanse your sins. Do you want anything else?"

The common people immediately fell silent. They called out someone who remembered to ring the bell and crawled towards the bell tower.

Looking at their departing backs, Elad smiled with undisguised contempt, and then shouted to the church guards who had rushed over: "After you capture the city, you are allowed to plunder for three days without stopping!

Whoever can take the head of the witch Catherine will be rewarded with 1000 gold pounds, and be made a baron and a knight. The prince is willing to be a guarantor and invite him to join the Order of the Garter! "

Nearly a thousand night watch guards and armored sergeants who arrived cheered thunderously.

"I did everything you asked me to do." Amid the cheers, Rial staggered to Elad's side, "What about what I wanted?"

Elad looked at the other citizens and merchants who were looking at him eagerly, "Go home. I will give you a banner. You can hold it and stand at the door. Then no one will plunder or massacre you."

"What about the others? Didn't they say that as long as we surrender the city, the Holy Lord will forgive the believers in the city?" Rial asked subconsciously.

"Yes, if they don't go to see the Holy Lord, how can the Holy Lord forgive them?" Elad spread his hands innocently.

"One block, at least one block!" Riyal's body trembled and he said pleadingly.

"Will this make you feel better? Huh?" Elad leaned forward and whispered in Rial's ear, "Do you think this can wash the blood off your hands? Betrayer, the more you flaunt your conscience, the more pitiful it is!"

As if an elder was talking to a younger person, Elad patted Rial on the back of his head and said, "Remember, you are ours, and you must obey our orders, which are - massacre the city!"

(End of this chapter)