Heart of the Castle

Chapter 155 From the Army of Viscount Lane's Castle
Near noon, the sun once again penetrated the thick mist and sprinkled light and heat on the earth.Outside the wooden walls of the refugee camp, simple shacks made of leaves, dry grass and branches have been built. Many refugees in ragged clothes are busy shuttling between the shacks, raising their heads from time to time, enjoying the only sunshine they can see in a day of short time.

It's been quite some time since that terrible night known as the Ratmen Rebellion, and the refugee camp has survived the biggest food crisis ever.Endless Grain Sack—This item, which can be called a miracle, hangs high on the tallest tower of the camp, pouring down the full-grained oats endlessly, and it seems that there is no possibility of exhaustion.

The amount of oats added by the endless food bags was not enough to fill the stomachs of 2000 refugees, but the miracle filled everyone's hearts with hope.Whether it is the original residents of the camp or the villagers who migrated from the mine village, they are all willing to share part of their already quite tight rations to spend this difficult time together.

The reason why everyone can do this, apart from Lord Li Wei's unexpected kindness on the night of the Ratman Rebellion, is more because of the linen bag hanging high on the tower.When almost everyone passed by there, they raised their heads and watched the oats rushing down, and their eyes were filled with tears.

Apart from reciting the name of Caggino, the God of the Earth, Lord Li Wei's name was mentioned the most among everyone.Now, in the minds of the refugees, this young man has been promoted from a powerful knight to a patron of the gods. Some people even swear by their own hearts. He saw the shroud of the holy light on Lord Li Wei .

However, although he has a very high reputation among the refugees, Li Wei does not look happy at all. During this period of time, there are no abnormal movements in the two aspects of the devil and Viscount Ryan, but there is a tense atmosphere that the war is coming. Already starting to spread among the camp leadership.

In order to deal with this war that was launched by someone who does not know when, Li Wei made the best preparations. On the one hand, Mengmeng, the leader of the big lynx, led the beasts under him to wander around the jungle within a dozen miles of the camp. On the one hand, the ranger Warren also led the scouts who had completed training, and divided into several teams to lurk in the hidden corners of the jungle.Sir Grace led the archers of the alchemy warriors, forming the most elite long-range sniper squad, ready to fight on the watchtower at any time; Mr. Donner and Captain Girard led the militia in the camp, wearing battle robes , Holding the spear tightly, always ready to go into battle.

Of course, the most elite unit is still the fighting team composed of Li Wei, Miss Fraser, and two crusader swordsmen as the skeleton, plus 12 alchemy warrior pikemen.According to Ms. Fleischer's evaluation, this team can kill the Grand Knight Commander with very little sacrifice when he is alone.

This is the best preparation that can be made based on Li Wei's current situation.

A slight sound came, which sounded like a bird chirping. Sir Grace, who was looking into the distance from the watchtower, moved his ears slightly, and immediately caught this imperceptible sound.

After the catastrophe came, there would be no birds singing at all. The ones that could make such a sound were of course the lurking whistle placed in the dense forest.Sir Grace was not in a hurry to sound the alarm, but carefully identified the sound of imitating bird calls. Those subtle turns and pauses had specific meanings, and his adventure career made him well aware of these secret messages.

"About 60 people, all riding horses and fully armed, it is estimated that at least 5 of them are knights or above..." Sir Grace muttered to himself, his face became ugly as the information appeared.

For the refugee camp, this is a team that should not be underestimated. Although the secret signal cannot clearly express the opponent's true strength, Sir Grace is very clear that Viscount Lane will never send a few ordinary knights to die .

I am afraid that at least one of the two well-known great knight commanders will be present today.

Sir Grace tightly held the silver fir longbow on his shoulders. The smooth and hard familiar touch gradually calmed his mood. He stood up from the watchtower, squinting his eyes and looking at the dense forest in the distance.

The tree shadows swayed, and the straight and tall fir trees stood like sentinels among the low and dense bushes, stretching out their arms to welcome the noon sun.Everything seemed to be quiet and peaceful, but Sir Grace's sharp eyes saw danger approaching in that tranquility.

Half a minute later, rapid alarm bells sounded over the refugee camp.

For the aborigines in the refugee camp, this sound of rapid metal knocking is not unfamiliar. It was heard when the Slaves Knights attacked, and it was also heard when the villagers who migrated from the mine village appeared.As most of the villagers in Kuangkeng Village have received paramilitary training, it is still a very simple matter for them to obey orders. They all behaved very calmly and returned to the protection of the high wall of the camp in an orderly manner.

However, the 2000 refugees who had just settled outside the refugee camp seemed to be much panicked. Men rushed out of their shacks, carrying various weapons that served as weapons, and the cries of women and children rang out loudly. One piece, accompanied by the shrill and hoarse shouts of the old people, it looked like the end was approaching.

Fortunately, the chaos outside the camp was not transmitted to the inside of the wooden wall. The militia regiment, which had already been prepared for battle, immediately put on thick leather armor, picked up spears, and filed out of the house that was used as a barracks.Compared with the time when Mine Village encountered the demon army, the fully trained and armed militia group has been completely reborn. Their thick arms are tightly stretched, and their forest-like spears point to the sky. They were nervous and excited, while the veterans who had experienced the battle in Mining Pit Village were more calm.

Behind the wooden wall, the militia formed a row of six people, a total of twenty rows of rectangular phalanxes.Donna was wearing the same thick leather armor and stood in front left of the phalanx, holding a large and wide battle axe. The black oak handle looked thicker and longer than ordinary people's arms, which made people have a heart. Feeling terrified.On the right front of the militia phalanx stood Girard wearing a full set of knight armor. He was wearing a blood-colored cloak, and he was holding the gleaming two-handed sword inherited from Martin Knight.

"Militia, move forward!" Donner uttered a resonant voice. Although this voice was not comparable to his famous bear's roar, it rolled under the sky like thunder.The militia phalanx responded to Donald with loud shouts, and then everyone stomped forward vigorously. Every ten steps or so, they let out a shout, and then slammed the spears in their hands to the ground.

The orderly and mighty team walked out of the gate of the refugee camp, and the chaos outside the camp gradually subsided like a miracle. The refugees who had been running around heard the heavy and neat steps of the militia and saw the mighty and majestic queue. Settle down as if you have a backbone.

Once the refugees woke up from the chaos, they immediately felt embarrassed by what they had just done.Li Wei had repeatedly asked the camp guards to tell the refugees what they should do when the alarm bell sounded. At this time, most of them remembered, and immediately rushed towards the refugee camp with the old and the young.

If you look down from the sky, you can see refugees like dense ants, gradually forming an orderly team and heading towards the gate of the refugee camp.

(End of this chapter)