The 21st miserable team

Although the land in Stockington is close to the north, it is also very fertile. Every year, the farmers can harvest strong wheat and other crops under the hard farming of the farmers. However, this year, which is destined to be attacked by the war, makes farmers almost no hope for the harvest this year.

First, the nobles of Stocking County fought. The constant civil war caused the land that should have been cultivated to be flooded with blood. The war caused chaos and bandits to rampantly run. The villages were often harmed by these illegal people. The oxen and sheep in the farmhouse were often touched by bandits late at night, but the farmers could only tremble and dared not speak in the simple farmhouse.

In the late night, although the farmers heard the abnormal sound in the livestock shed, no one dared to open the wooden door to scold him. A few days ago, many nobles and scattered troops rushed to nearby villages and started to rob families because of hunger. The unarmed farmers could only pray that the villains would take away a few chickens and leave, but their luck seemed very bad.

"Open the door~~." As a rude man shouted, the simple wooden door of the farmhouse was kicked open, and a group of deserters holding torches walked into the low farmhouse with grin.

"Old men, what are you going to do? Please forgive us." The old farmer was captured by the deserters and threw him out of the farmhouse. The fur hat on the old farmer fell on the muddy ground, and his head was covered with white hair.

"Look for something to eat, bastard, I'm starving to death." A soldier in leather armor found several wrinkled apples from the farmhouse and took a bite with yellow teeth. However, the dry apples were really not chewy, so he could only throw away the rotten apples in resentment.

"You should take everything and don't hurt us." The farmer's family hugged each other in horror. Although the old farmer felt sorry for his meager food, he knew very well that the harm of these chaotic soldiers who came down from the battlefield was worth exchanging food as long as they could not hurt their family.

"Look at what else can be taken away. Those cavalry are chasing too tightly. We should leave here immediately." A middle-aged swordsman said among the soldiers. He seemed to be a more prestigious person among these soldiers.

"What's the hurry? I'm too tired to run away. Let me see this little girl." Another rude man wearing dirty cloth armor and holding a battle axe grabbed the farmer's young daughter, tearing the girl's clothes, laughing amid the girl's screams. The nervous escape made the soldiers' nerves tense. Although it was good to have a meal, they wouldn't mind if there were some better entertainment.

"Damn guy." Seeing his companion's appearance, the swordsman with long black hair spat disdainfully. He looked around nervously at the empty and dark surroundings. The farmer was probably an outsider, so his farmhouse was built a little far away from the village. This is also the reason why these rioters chose to take action. After all, if the villagers are too angry in the village, it will also cause unnecessary trouble.

"Sir, please spare us." The old grey farmer looked at his daughter, who was pressed under the body by the reckless man and tore her clothes, and mustered up the courage to beg for mercy to the swordsman.

"Stop it, if you quarrel, you will be killed." The swordsman impatiently pulled out the short sword and put it on the farmer's neck. His life as a dog who had been chased for several days was reduced to the extreme.

"Boom~~~." Just as the rioters were harming the farmers, the sound of horse hooves sounded from the empty fields. The rioters who had been chasing for days were sensitively aware that the evil star had arrived. They stopped the robbery they were doing, pulled out their weapons and looked around.

"They are here so soon." The middle-aged swordsman looked at the darkness in surprise. He didn't understand why those people didn't let him go. He pushed away the farmer and pulled out the long sword at his waist, holding a short sword in one hand and the other. This is the standard double-edged sword technique of the Devik Sword Sect.

"Dog bastard, I've had enough, let those bastards come." The reckless man holding a battle axe rose angrily from the girl whose upper body was stripped open. The girl's face was covered with a lot of mud, and tears were contained in her clear blue eyes.

"Kill~~~." The soldiers threw away the torches in their hands. They formed a circle to deal with the terrible enemy. The farmers' family gathered together again. The old farmer flashed and destroyed the torches on the ground. He saw a group of cavalry in colorful costumes suddenly appear from the wilderness. They shouted slogans and raised their terrible scimitars to rush into the ranks of the soldiers. They bumped the soldiers into the scimitars like cutting vegetables and melons. The scimitars flew up and down on the heads of the soldiers, causing the soldiers who were just arrogant to cry and howl and hold their heads and run away.

"Master, who are you?" The old farmer knelt respectfully on the ground, looking at the knight riding on the horse, from the flag behind the knight, the farmer knew that this was a noble master.

"We are the subordinates of Count Stedetin. Don't worry, Count has ordered us to eliminate robbers and riots. You will no longer be afraid." The knight raised his head and announced to the farmer's family, while his subordinates led the dejected riots and went to the distance.

"Earl Steding?" The farmer first heard that there was an Earl in this county. Will there be a monarch here soon? Although an Earl is too noble and far away for a farmer hiding in the countryside, since this Earl wants to eliminate the soldiers and bandits, he should be a good person, the simple farmer thought so.

"Mr. Earl, we have captured all the soldiers and robbers in the territory." Sir Koro led the Husar cavalry to attack everywhere, arresting and attacking the soldiers and robbers in the countryside, and arresting these villains as prisoners according to Schwab's orders. "But I don't understand, Mr. Earl, you neither betray them to slave merchants nor kill them to establish your authority, but you are consuming food to raise them?"

"I plan to let these men rush forward when I attack the city, so it is much better than our own soldiers dying." Schwab said to Sir Koro without reservation.

"Well, this is a good idea. By the way, are the Stedetin nobles who received your order still unwilling to surrender?"

"Hmph, there is no way for them to do so. I have asked Otto and Mag to stand by, first surround Oshvedo Fort, and then deal with those disobedient nobles." Schwab, who had hit the noble forces, had reached the bottom line for these stubborn nobles. Since the language could no longer be understood by them, he could only use an iron fist.

"I should have done this for a long time, but Count, what is your secret weapon?" Sir Coro asked curiously.

"You will know then, why bother to be so anxious?"

The Mark Legion, Sir York, Baron Dick and others had more than 800 people surrounded this century-old castle, but it was not smooth at the beginning. Schwab had never attacked such a large castle. He thought that the people in this castle were just huddled in the castle. Who knew that they dug a circle of trenches outside the castle, and soldiers were trapped in the trenches and formed a line of defense. In desperation, Schwab had to summon the captured prisoners.

"Let me hear you damn villains. I am the vassal of Duke Hanruowei, Count Stettin. You are afraid of committing unforgivable crimes in my territory and should be sentenced to death according to the law, but now I can give you a chance to make contributions and atone for sins. I wonder what you are willing to do?" Schwab rode on his horse, guarding the mighty skeleton guards beside him, and said to the unkempt prisoners before them.

"What? Do the nobles want to forgive us?" These prisoners muttered to each other, but they shot unruly eyes from their eyes. In this era, the nobles were not only noble in their blood, but also enjoyed many privileges. The most important privilege was judicial immunity. This privilege means that nobles with noble ancestry can forgive the crimes of those with low status. Of course, this privilege does not mean that there are no conditions for the crimes of attacking the church. For example, the crimes of attacking the church cannot be forgiven. This is a right that only the highest religious pope has.

"Yes, I can forgive your crimes. I can forgive you whether you have been thieves, robbers, or murderers, but have you seen that castle?" Schwab raised his iron arm armor and pointed at the Fort Oshevido and said to the prisoners.

"See, so what?" asked a middle-aged swordsman with his head tilted.

"Go to occupy the trench defense outside the castle, and after breaking through the castle, I will pardon your crimes." Schwab was not worried that after pardoning these people, there would be no such useful warriors, because there was no shortage of prisoners in this era.

"What a joke? Go and occupy the trenches outside the castle. Haven't you seen the corner tower in the castle? The arrows in the hands of the archers there are not children's toys." A prisoner laughed.

"Hmph, then those who don't want to go will be cut off their heads immediately." Schwab winked at his side. A executioner in a red cloak, with a rope and a sharp axe on his waist, walked up and looked at the executioner's unfriendly eyes on his neck. These prisoners of the outlaw immediately shut up wisely. Although they are not afraid of death, being able to live is better than anything else.

"You can be sure that after you capture the trench, you will definitely forgive us and will not deceive us." The middle-aged swordsman asked.

"Of course not, I swear with my reputation." Schwab raised his hand and swore in front of everyone. The prisoners knew that the nobles were more important to reputation than anything else, so they agreed with the idea.

"What weapons do we use?" the prisoners asked.

"I have prepared for you. You will use this great sword from now on. Of course, if you try to resist or escape, you should think about the crossbow behind you and my cavalry. They will not use the back of the sword this time." Schwab warned the prisoners.

"Of course, sir." The prisoners thought of the sharp scimitars of the Husar cavalry, and quickly vowed not to escape.

The prisoners received a giant sword of a man high from the Mark Legion soldiers. Then, led by the middle-aged swordsman, the team of thirty people walked five hundred steps away from the trench. The Mark soldiers holding crossbows behind them stared at them tightly, and the Husar cavalry were eyeing them, following the crossbowmen and the crossbowmen.

"Damn it, fight." Seeing the hopeless prisoners who escaped could only hold their giant swords high and rushed towards Oshevido Castle. Seeing a group of madmen holding giant swords and ragged clothes rushing out of the Mark camp, the soldiers of Oshevido Castle immediately issued an alarm.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack." The soldiers wearing dome-wide helmets and leather armor, holding spears, were nervously watching the group of madmen rushing towards them. The exaggerated giant sword in their hands looked scared.

"Kill~~~." The prisoners had no way out. Now Schwab had only one way in front of them, that is, to destroy the enemies ahead. Between your death and my life, these prisoners chose me to live without hesitation.

"Swoosh~~~." From the defense tower of Fort Oshevido, the archers of each took out their bows and arrows accurately shot out, and the arrows shot like locusts into the open space from the Mark camp to the castle trench defense line. The prisoners raised their giant swords high above their heads and waved them, blocking the arrows flying above their heads, but there were still people with bad luck shot by the bows and arrows. The prisoners who were running quickly saw the trench with a pinnacle. They shouted and cut off the pinnacle with their giant swords, and then rushed into the trench.

"Ah~~." The guards of Oshevedo Castle used their spears to block the giant swords of these crazy prisoners, but these sharp giant swords slashed mercilessly on the guards. Unlike these pampered guards, these prisoners were all people who struggled on the brink of death every day. In the desire to survive, they waved the giant swords in the desire to survive and became the only thing they could rely on. The giant sword like a whirlwind cut off the enemy's arms and limbs, and then the prisoners were killing wildly in their screams.

"Sir Earl, those prisoners completely disrupted the enemy's deployment." Sir Koro looked at the death row prisoners who were ready to die and bravely broke into the enemy's defense line with appreciation. He was extremely impressed by Schwab's wonderful thoughts.

"Order the Mark Legion to press forward and occupy the enemy's defense." Schwab picked up the single-eyed telescope and ordered that the guards of Oshevido Castle were disrupted by the mad attacking prisoners. They did not expect that these dozens of people would fight with them like madmen. The trenches were dyed red by blood and broken limbs. Schwab saw the middle-aged swordsman as if he was crazy and stabbed the giant sword into the face of a guard who rushed towards him. This crazy force made anyone shudder.

"I can't die here, I must not die here." The middle-aged swordsman gasped, and sweat pressed his hair wet to his head. He had numbly cut the giant sword into the enemy's body again and again.

"It's really scary. From now on, they will call the miserable and hopeless team and make a red flag for them." Schwab said to the people around him after putting down his monocular lens.
Chapter completed!