Chapter 47: The Gate-Seizing Incident (Part )

"Left, left, left! Left, right, left!"

Shouting slogans in unison, the guards rushed towards the armed peasants in the middle of the hillside.

Their steps were sometimes in sync, sometimes out of sync, and they had to stop every ten steps or so to reorganize their jagged battle lines.

Jeshka could never imagine how a line of seven people could form a jagged battle line.

Our side was still charging forward and had no time to engage in battle, while on the Western Front, Madeleine and others were fighting a bloody battle.

They swung their sticks and punched wildly, but they were still unable to withstand the attack of the armed peasants.

Every second someone fell in a pool of blood, but they still refused to surrender and held on for a full ten seconds before fleeing in all directions.

But this is only the first front; the atmosphere on the second front is much more harmonious.

Except for the twenty or so armed farmers and his thugs in Tang Li's core circle, the rest of the armed farmers seemed to be fighting fiercely, but in fact they were all beating the air in the middle face to face.

Not to mention that some people started laughing while playing, some even chatted while playing.

"Uncle Four, is my fifth cousin getting married this year?"

"Not yet, do you want to introduce me?"

"No, but seeing that he's not married, I'm not in a hurry."

"Little bastard!"

This is no wonder. The people of Qianhe Valley are bullied and betrayed all the time, and they value family ties the most. After all, they can't rely on anyone else but their family.

Even the armed farmer and his public book farmer relatives would not fall out unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, life has its ups and downs, and who doesn’t have times of hardship?

Jeanne was born into an armed peasant family. When her family was wiped out by other armed peasants, it was old Galar, a distant relative of the armed peasants, who adopted her.

This feels a bit like a family hero.

But in fact, this is just the second law of Qianhe Valley.

The first law of Qianhe Valley is that it is better to live a miserable life than to die.

As long as you can survive, it doesn't matter if you put your family aside for now.

"Second uncle is me!"

"Thrust, thrust!"

The pitchfork was inserted into the chest of an armed farmer. The armed farmer covered the three holes in his chest and cried and wailed.

In fact, the three holes were less than an inch in size, but the armed farmer still rolled to the side as if his stomach was pierced.

The iron-blooded papal guard grimly stepped over him and continued on his way.

Compared to the mild fighting on the Western Front, the fighting on the Eastern Front was much more intense and cruel.

After all, the armed peasants on the Eastern Front had to face the most powerful army in the entire Papal States - the Apostolic Guard.

Not only were they well-armed and well-trained, making them invincible throughout the Papal States, they could even form battle formations, something that only soldiers could do.

Faced with the 40 armies that were coming like a flood, the lazy armed peasants retreated step by step, forcing Tang Li to urgently transfer his elite confidants from the dominant Western Front to the Eastern Front battlefield six meters away.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Seven or eight thugs and armed farmers came to the front of the formation, the first of which was the big man holding the crow-pecking hammer.

What a strong man, he was 1.7 meters tall. He knocked a 1.6-meter-tall papal guard to the ground with a heavy hammer.

The entire Apostolic Guard's forward momentum was instantly stagnant. Seeing that things were not going well, Jessica immediately shouted, "Jump and swing your hands, attack."

The jumpers who were originally guarding on both sides of the battle formation and holding wooden pot lids were mostly short in stature but very agile in their movements.

They immediately squeezed towards the middle from both sides, rolled on the ground, and frantically hacked at the calves and toes of Townley's troops with hammers, axes and daggers.

However, the daggers and axes of the jumping soldiers could not break through the sturdy linen armor of the armed farmers. Only three or four of them succeeded, and one even rolled all the way down the hillside.

But this created an opportunity for Jeshka.

"Bah!"

The hammerman had just flipped the wooden gate hammer in the hands of another shieldman when he heard a whistling sound in his ear.

He quickly dodged to the side, but was still unable to avoid it. An arrow pierced his face and he fell on his back.

"Charge, kill!"

Seeing the warrior with the hammer fall, the elite papal guards who had been forced to retreat step by step by him became more energetic. With chaotic steps, they barely formed an arc and continued to charge at the armed peasants.

The armed peasants began to cower in fear, and the man, who was the bravest among them, was shot down by an arrow.

They came to fight, not to die.

War does not mean people will die. I don’t want to do it if people will die.

"Come to the east, everyone come to the east!"

Townley shouted and transferred the remaining core troops on the western front, but they were still retreating step by step.

Faced with the high morale and shaking pitchforks of the Apostolic Guards, the armed peasants actually felt awe.

Seeing that Townley's core personnel on the Western Front were getting fewer and fewer, the armed peasants on the Western Front realized that something was wrong and surrendered directly to their relatives.

They didn't even surrender their weapons. They just shouted "I surrender" with a smile and stood shoulder to shoulder with their Gongbu farmers.

In an instant, a great victory was achieved on the Western Front.

"Great victory, great victory!" cried Bunyan, shaking Madeleine, who was leaning against a pile of dung, his head covered with blood, "we have won!"

Madeleine opened his blurry eyes. The blood dyed his vision red, but he could still see——

Townley's entire army is retreating, while the Pope's guards are advancing towards victory!

"Great, finally, finally, victory!"

Madeleine's eyes were filled with tears. After shouting the slogan of victory, she tilted her head and fainted.

"What's going on? What's going on? Wasn't it fine before?"

Not far from the dung heap, Danji hurried over.

Danji was riding on a horse with one bare foot. Seeing this chaotic scene, he felt like his brain was not enough to handle it. What on earth was going on?

"Sangpo, let's go!"

Danji shouted to his servant, but the servant holding the horse did not move.

"What are you doing? Let's go over there quickly. We are all bishops of the Papal States. How can we fight like this in front of the Papal Palace?"

"No!" Sangpo still stiffened his neck.

Danji jumped off the horse and tried to snatch the reins from Sangpo, but Sangpo refused to give them to him.

"Let go."

Pushing Sangpo away, Danji stepped on the stirrup and was about to mount the horse, but he didn't expect Sangpo to hug his waist.

"Master Danji, please don't get involved in the factional struggle between the Madelan and Tonley factions. You are a member of the Royal Guards Knights, and it is a taboo for the Knights Templar to interfere in politics!"

"What factional struggle? This is clearly a fight!"

Pulling Danji's pants and clothes, Sangpo shouted anxiously: "Can't you see? This is a political struggle between two bishops. This is a big mess. You can't beat them."

"Have you been brainwashed by stories of palace intrigue? Those are all fake, let me go!"

"Boom boom boom——"

A distant bell sounded from the bell tower. Sangpo and Danji stopped what they were doing at the same time and looked towards the gate.

The previously tightly closed door burst open, and Horn walked out of the shadow of the gatehouse under the protection of Jeanne and more than twenty children's soldiers holding spears.

In the moonlight, the bloodstains on the spears of the children's soldiers were clearly visible.

"The call is coming!"

Witnessing the chaotic scene before him, Horn shouted loudly.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning as thick as an arm struck in front of everyone, leaving a charred mark on the ground.

Lightning flashed everywhere, and the hair on many people's bodies stood up.

They stopped their movements at the same time and headed towards the direction where the lightning came from.

There, His Holiness the Pope wore a vestment embroidered with twisted gold thread and a tall, elbow-length tiara on his head.

"Tang Li, do you admit your guilt?"

(End of this chapter)