When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1067 Thunder Accompanying the Moon Exhibition

Watching the vagrants and numerous bandit knights crowding through the city gates, Xia Bo, his face hidden by a mask, turned and asked, "Did the other seven families believe it?"

A man dressed as a servant bowed his head in response:

"They've already believed it; they all think it was the 45-man guild's negligence in guarding the city gates that allowed the vagrants to break in."

Those corrupt officials have all enclosed their fortified towers and are guarding the street entrances; they're probably planning to make their move after dawn.

Having confirmed that the other seven merchant oligarchs of Longbow Fortress were still in the dark, Xia Bo's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

Having spent decades in Longbow Keep, Shapo knew the members of the sixteen-member council all too well.

He knew that these congressional families would definitely have to back down.

They might even secretly laugh at the 45-person guild for being incompetent and needing to wait for them to come out and save them tomorrow.

The so-called Council of Sixteen was actually just dividing the entire Longbow Fortress into eight districts, or guard zones.

Each neighborhood elects two councilors, but everyone knows that these councilor seats are almost hereditary.

At most, it's just a change of constituency; it's still the same eight traditional business oligarchs pushing people into power.

Therefore, the politics of Longbow Fortress is actually the most classic commercial oligarchy.

They were originally controlled and protected by the church, which provided the church with wealth and regional influence.

But now that the Holy See has fallen, the Church of Leia is leaderless, surrounded by fire, and is weaker than ever before.

This resulted in the church not only being unable to protect the city, but also cooperating with Regent Leia to oppress it.

This led to the situation where the council of sixteen had to expel the bishop and place the mayor under house arrest.

But they were still too weak to go too far; the bishop dared not kill, and the noble mayor dared not touch.

He was supposedly imprisoned in the dungeon of the Knights' Hall, but in reality, he was under house arrest in a luxurious political prisoner's study called the dungeon.

This gave Xia Bo an opportunity.

They first discussed the matter with the Tuku family, who had already been persuaded, and then used the guard captain of the guard district under their control to open the city gates at night.

Luring a large army of homeless people into the city will inevitably cause chaos, but the scale will not be too large.

Although the militia formed by the citizens themselves was weak, it was a perfect match for the homeless.

The chaos of the night would truly conceal his actions.

They stormed the Knights' Hall and rescued the former mayor, Baron Stoll.

It's important to know that the mayor of Changgong City's role is not to manage politics, but to manage the military!
The guards of Longbow Fortress have long been under the control of this baron, and everyone from top to bottom is someone promoted by the baron.

With Baron Stoll in hand, they could persuade the guards to switch sides, and with the help of the Shadowless Men, they could recruit the bandit knights in advance.

By the time the oligarchs discovered it at dawn, it was already too late.

Of course, the oligarchs have brought a considerable number of mercenaries and thugs, but as long as they can hold onto control of the city gates for three days...

In just three days, Sir Gunn's cavalry will arrive.

With the arrival of Knight Commander Gunn, Longbow Keep is finally free.

With the arrival of Knight Commander Gunn, honor and wealth will follow.

In his excitement, Xia Bo didn't forget about those who had ambushed the Holy Alliance reinforcements: "Did Du Yak succeed?"

"No, the Holy Alliance is heavily guarded, but apart from Du Yak, none of the other key figures have been captured."

"What are they planning?" Xia Bo's eyes narrowed.

"They seem to be taking no action, but they've strengthened their defenses and sent out more rangers to gather intelligence."

“Then it’s alright.” Xia Bo turned and walked away. “With the changes at Longbow Fortress, they only have about a hundred men. Even if they want to do something now, it’s too late.”

"clear."

Having arranged everything and communicated with his contact, Xia Bo rubbed his rumbling stomach and beckoned to his servant, "Go to the wine cellar and get me a bottle of champagne."

Just as Xia Bo was opening champagne at halftime, Bradak and Tora, along with other "Holy Alliance" members in the Knights Hall, were already considering whether to order some.

The oak door, inlaid with iron plates and rivets, trembled in the orange firelight seeping through the cracks.

The battering ram seemed to shake the entire Knights' Hall.

On the terrace and by the windowsill, elite militiamen or Holy Alliance guards and armed monks, dressed in leather and chainmail, held powerful crossbows and fired continuously outwards.

The thick stench of blood and smoke lingered in the air, while the forty-five members of the guild remaining in the Knights' Hall continued their commotion.

"I knew Xia Bo was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Who recommended him to join the 45-person guild in the first place?"

"Didn't everyone vote by raising their hands? Weren't you one of them?" "I did it because I trusted everyone!"

Are you sure this is Mr. Xia Bo's intention?

"At this point, you're still speaking up for Xia Bo. Are you an accomplice of Xia Bo?"

"I'm just saying that Shapo doesn't seem like the kind of person who would make peace with the church; there might be something else going on!"

"Maybe Xia Bo is just too good at acting, that's why he fooled idiots like you!"

Looking at the dozen or so members of the Holy Alliance faction from the 45-member guild who were arguing noisily, Tora said sarcastically to Bradak, who was bandaging his wounds: "Look, even death row inmates are agonizing over whether they ate the wrong thing for breakfast before they were arrested."

Bradak, equally sullen, stared at the noisy delegates: "If they could come up and help us shoot a couple of arrows, maybe we could hold out for a few more hours."

"You overestimate them. Look at their bellies, you can't even see their genitals when they pee. They wouldn't even be able to cock a crossbow!"

Tora moved his arm, which was wrapped in bandages to stop the bleeding, and his face paled a little.

He picked up a shield and, under Bradak's worried gaze, moved to the windowsill and looked outside.

In the Civic Square in front of the Knights Hall, century-old trees were all cut down and turned into battering rams.

In the gardens on both sides of the hall, homeless people swarmed and attacked the side corridors on both sides.

As for the four arrow towers behind the iron fence, which were originally used to defend against the rebels, they have fallen into the hands of the rebel army.

Former kingdom soldiers, now wandering archers and crossbowmen amidst the chaos, are skillfully drawing their bows and nocking their arrows.

Then they unleashed a rain of arrows at the Gothic town hall's pointed, slender pillars, known as the "Knight's Kick," some even coated in kerosene.

Arrows whizzed past, shattering glass and embedding themselves in the walls, mercilessly destroying the precious mosaics and artworks.

As for the passageway in front of the gate, wooden planks and wagons formed small barricades, providing cover for the soldiers who were breaking down the gate as they rammed into the oak door.

However, they were hesitant to use all their forces, since Tora had just emerged from the dungeon passage and dealt them a heavy blow.

They almost lost even their arrow towers.

Although the original path has been destroyed by Torah's mechanism, who can be sure if there is a second path?

Tora gritted his teeth and counted the number of soldiers present: "This rabble, give me a squad of soldiers, twenty or thirty men, and I can force them back outside the walls!"

Tora's words were not arrogant; the number of rebels attacking outside the gate was decreasing over time and with the progress of the siege.

As for where they all went?
No need to ask, they went to rob someone.

“But we can’t even muster five soldiers.” Bradak forced himself to get closer, cursing through gritted teeth as he spoke.

Tora stared for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "If we still had people, we could charge again and at least capture those two arrow towers. Otherwise, we're in a very passive position."

With the protection of iron fences and arrow towers, they could use the fences to stab the enemy with spears, instead of being so passive.

Given the current troop strength of both sides, Tora has a real chance, if he were given ten more militiamen willing to fight.

Currently, the Holy Alliance soldiers are scattered throughout the city, and there is no time to summon them, let alone the business oligarchs who are standing by and watching.

Not to mention the other militia members who, despite their strength, had long since become paralyzed as the situation gradually deteriorated.

Once this was realized, despair spread throughout the hall.

Even the delegates fell silent, staring at the swaying gate without saying a word.

"Is there anything else that can move?" Tora shouted suddenly, staring at the rickety gate.

“You’re committing suicide,” Bradakra said, grabbing Tora’s hand.

Tora, his eyes red, picked up the spear from the ground: "Better than to witness my homeland being destroyed!"

Nearly twenty militiamen came out, picked up spears and crossbows, and went to the gate, aiming them at the gate that was about to collapse.

One, two, three...

A nail shot out, grazing Tora's cheek, and blood slowly trickled down, but Tora didn't wipe it away.

"Boom——"

A clap of thunder sounded, and Tora seemed to be hallucinating; the door in front of him suddenly stopped shaking.

Then came a muffled patter like raindrops. Bradak curiously reached out and caught some raindrops on the windowsill, but there was no rain.

What's going on? Is it raining? But there's clearly bright moonlight outside the window.

"No, no, it's reinforcements! Those are the Holy Alliance's black and red flags, it's reinforcements!"

(End of this chapter)