Rose Empire

"Dennis, Dennis..."

Marius tried to cover the wound on his youngest son's chest, but to no avail. He looked around again and saw that there were fewer and fewer villagers standing, and he felt almost desperate.

Mobley also noticed Marius and stepped forward. He won so easily, but he felt neither excited nor happy. He just felt a little troublesome - the armor and sword were stained with blood, and he had to wash them and maintain them when he got home, which would take a lot of time.

Why can't these unruly people let me complete the task more easily? Then I can go drink after delivering the food.

While Mobley was thinking about something else, he raised his sword and was about to stab Marius to death.

Marius also gripped his sickle tightly, determined to fight to the death with the soldier in front of him.

However, at this moment, another burst of shouting and killing suddenly came from behind.

Mobley turned his head and saw that from the other side of the convoy, there was another group of ragged rioters holding various weapons rushing towards the grain transport convoy. Their number was even greater than that of the rioters in Shuwei Village.

"Damn it!" Mobley cursed inwardly.

"Go to hell!" Marius took this opportunity, jumped up, and swung the sickle at Mobley's neck.

when!

Even though he was distracted, Mobley still easily knocked away Marius's sickle with his sword and kicked Marius hard in the stomach. However, Mobley didn't care about killing Marius at this time. He turned around and ran towards the second group of rioters. If these rioters contaminated the food, Mobley was worried that he would be scolded by his employer.

A young man from the same village helped Marius, who had been kicked so hard that he almost couldn't breathe, up. Looking at his "colleagues" rushing out from the opposite side, he asked in confusion: "Who are those people?"

"It seems to be... someone from the Stone Digging Village!" Marius squinted his eyes, carefully identified it, showed a little surprise, and then smiled sadly, "It seems that someone has the same idea as us..."

Even when the second wave of robbers appeared, Mobley still didn't take these rioters seriously at first. In his opinion, what was the difference between killing one hundred and one thousand of these weak ants?

However, when Mobley and his eight men were fighting fiercely with the second wave of rioters, shouts of killing were heard from a third direction.

A third group of robbers rushed out, estimated to be about five or six hundred people, all dressed in rags and equipped with the same simple equipment.

"Pfft, what the hell is going on?"

Mobley lifted his visor, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and muttered to himself as he looked at the third group of rioters gradually joining the battlefield.

Just now, there was a crazy woman who had been stabbed in the stomach, but she still insisted on hitting Mobley with her head. Mobley was caught off guard and bit his tongue. This was the only injury Mobley suffered after killing nearly a hundred rioters.

However, although Mobley felt that he could fight for another 500 rounds, he knew that his men were about to collapse. Mobley was the only extraordinary person in the team, and the other eight soldiers were soldiers who had not yet awakened. Although they were well-trained and strong, killing people also consumed physical strength, and they were all wearing heavy armor.

Killing ten people is just a piece of cake; killing thirty people, you start to feel tired; killing fifty people, you'll be out of breath...

Each of the armored soldiers guarding the convoy had killed more than fifty rioters. Although his sweat and breathing could not be seen through the visors, Mobley could clearly see their fatigue from the moving steps and trembling swords of his men.

"Jandi!"

Mobley yelled.

"Brother." A soldier who was almost a head shorter than Mobley trotted over to Mobley. His still childish voice proved that he was not very old.

"Ride your horse to find Mr. Jeremy in the city, tell him about the situation here, and ask him to send reinforcements as soon as possible!" Mobley said.

"Yes!" Zhan Di took the order, untied a horse from the carriage, and then rode out of the mob that was gradually surrounding him.

Even though they were numerous, the rioters were unable to stop Zhan Di who wanted to break out.

Jandi rode his horse at full speed into the city and arrived at the Paltrow mansion. He was covered in blood, which frightened the Paltrow housekeeper, who quickly took him to see Jeremy.

"Mr. Jeremy, our convoy was intercepted by rioters. Brother Mobley is fighting with them, but there are too many enemies. Please send some reinforcements as soon as possible!" Jandi said hurriedly.

"You actually came to my family again? Do you think my Paltrow family is easy to bully?" Jeremy sneered and shouted, "Will!"

"Sir." Jeremy's personal bodyguard stepped forward.

"Take fifty guards to support Mobley, and teach those rioters who dared to steal my food a lesson." said Jeremy.

"Yes!" Will took the order and immediately called up fifty guards, and under the leadership of Jandi, rushed to the place where Mobley and the grain cart were trapped.

However, after arriving at the location, the scale of the battle was far beyond Will and Jandi's expectations. Mobley and the food carts were still trapped in the center, but Will estimated that the rioters surrounding them were more than two thousand people.

Although the enemy was numerous and powerful, Will did not hesitate. He led his men into the crowd, shouting and killing indiscriminately. He soon rushed to Mobley and stabilized the shaky defense line.

"How many people did you bring?" Mobley asked loudly. After a long battle, Mobley could no longer remember how many people he had killed, and his voice was inevitably panting.

"Fifty people!" Will also answered loudly.

puff.

A rioter finally rushed to the grain cart, and with his broken kitchen knife, he pierced open the grain bag, and the golden wheat immediately poured out. The rioter was ecstatic, and held up his dirty clothes to catch the flowing wheat.

Mobley gritted his teeth in anger and threw a small round shield at the rioter, which smashed his head. The splattering blood and brain matter contaminated the flowing wheat.

"Why did you bring so few people?" Mobley said angrily, "Can such a small number of people kill all these rioters?"

Will opened his mouth, but before he could explain, another round of shouting and screaming rang out, and an unknown group of rioters appeared and swarmed towards Mobley.

"Look, they are like flies, they come here because of the smell!" Mobley roared, and wings of light appeared behind him, killing two rioters in succession.

At the same time, the citizens of Bataan who noticed the situation here immediately reported the matter to the patrol team.

The patrol team heard that there was a fierce fight outside the city and someone intended to rob the Paltrow family's food, so they sent a team of more than a hundred people, led by an extraordinary person, to the outside of the city to suppress the riot.

"Another person is coming..."

On a hillside to the side of the battlefield, there stood two men wearing simple linen clothes, with dishevelled hair and dirty faces, but their temperament was completely unlike that of the nearby villagers.

In fact, they were not villagers from nearby. They were One-Eyed Logan and Harlan from the Grey Knights.

Harlan looked at the patrol soldiers who were gradually joining the battlefield and said, "The leader is also a transcendent. Do we really not need a hand?"

“You’re just helping me…” One-Eyed Logan blurted out a curse, but quickly changed his words, “You don’t need our help. Extraordinary people will get tired too. As long as there are enough rioters, they will be exhausted to death.”

Logan was used to cursing his colleagues and subordinates, but Harlan was a squire of Robin Mancini and was asked by Robin himself from Charlotte for help. It was obvious that he was Robin's confidant, so the one-eyed Logan had to restrain himself in front of Harlan.

"How many more hungry people do we have?" Harlan asked again.

"We mobilized about twelve villages and some slaves in total," Logan turned his head to look at the team that kept gathering in the distance, with a smug smile in his one eye, "But now it seems that the situation is better than we expected. Some villages and people we have never contacted have also come."

Today's ambush was originally planned by the Grey Knights, but they expected the first ambushers to come out would be from the Digshan Village, but it turned out that the first to attack were from the villagers of Shuwei Village. In the following battle, there were also rioters who were not instigated by the Grey Knights and continued to join the battlefield. The few carts of food were like lights in the dark, attracting the fearless flying insects to gather.

The small ambush battlefield, covered in blood, was like a bonfire that was constantly being fed with firewood, burning more and more vigorously.

After the patrol's reinforcements arrived, Girimi sent out his family guards again, followed by a motley group of thugs, who seemed to be reinforcements gathered by the grain merchants in the city, and then another group of soldiers under the banner of the Council of Elders, and reinforcements with the emblems of Girard, Booth and other powerful families...

The rioters are not in a bad situation either. More and more villages are coming, and they have always maintained an absolute advantage in numbers.

Suddenly, Harlan saw a group of neatly lined soldiers in bright armor running towards the city gate. He immediately raised his eyebrows: "The citizen soldiers are also dispatched?"

The citizen soldiers of the Sokya city-state were still easy to identify, as they always wore similar equipment and moved in neat formations. Although the elite citizen soldiers who had been on the battlefield for a long time had all been recruited to Feidi, in theory all citizens of the city-state were citizen soldiers, so Badan could still recruit citizen soldiers at this time, but most of these citizen soldiers had rarely been on the battlefield, or had already bid farewell to the battlefield, and there was a lack of extraordinary people.

"You're in such a hurry, are you here to steal food too?" One-eyed Logan joked.

The citizen militia was here to protect food, but that was almost the same as robbing food, except that they took it from the mouths of the lowly free men and slaves and put it into their own mouths.

"Since they are here to steal food, we can't let them get what they want."

"Citizen soldiers..."

Marius stared blankly at the huge battlefield in front of him, not quite understanding why a simple robbery would turn into a scene of a massive battle involving tens of thousands of people.

"We can't stay here any longer!"

Mobley watched helplessly as one of his men became so exhausted that his legs gave out and he fell to the ground, and then was beaten to death by the rioters with sticks.

"We must get back to the city, or we will all die here!"

"Where's the food?" Will asked.

By now both sides of the battle had suffered heavy casualties and were blood-thirsty. Those carts of food seemed to have become something both important and unimportant.

"Can we still take the food away?"

Mobley smiled with difficulty, looking somewhat miserable, blood soaked through his armor and dripped down from the edge of his skirt armor. This was not Mobley's blood, but someone else's blood. However, Mobley was almost overdrawn like his armor.

"Then let's leave it to these rioters..." Will was so tired that he could hardly lift his arms. He shouted out the last order exhaustedly, "Retreat!"

Mobley and Will smiled bitterly at each other. Mobley never thought that he could be forced into such a mess by a group of rabble.

But at this moment, something happened that Mobley never expected.

"Burn the food!"

Mobley, Will and the others had just retreated a short distance when they heard the shouting of reinforcements sent by some powerful family in the chaos.

"Pour oil on them! Even if we retreat, we won't leave a single grain of wheat for these untouchables!"

Then, columns of smoke rose from the direction of the grain carts.

The fierce fighting on the battlefield suddenly became quiet. The hungry people who paid countless lives for such a small amount of food stared blankly at the burning grain carts, as if something was about to explode.

"No! Run!"

Mobley's expression suddenly changed.

Before Will could react, he saw Mobley running towards the city gate.

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Volume 163: Chapter 150 Chapter Way Out

"Someone is attacking the city? Who is attacking the city? Is Viscount Lanwan coming to attack?"

When Lester heard the words of the citizen soldiers who had hurriedly escaped, his head was full of question marks.

The citizen soldiers shook their heads and said, "No, no, it's those unruly people!"

"Troublemakers?" Lester was even more surprised.

Earlier, someone from the patrol team reported that there were troublemakers outside the city and the patrol team was short of manpower, so Lester approved the recruitment of a team of citizen militia to maintain order.

Lester originally thought that no matter how weak the citizen soldiers were, they were still citizen soldiers, and it would be easy for them to deal with a group of hungry people. However, reality now told him that not only did the citizen soldiers fail to defeat a group of unruly people, but they also allowed them to attack the city!

The burning grain carts shattered the hungry people's last reverence for the powerful and their fear of sharp blades. The furious hungry people frantically chased the guards, patrols and citizen militiamen who had just slaughtered them, all the way to the city gate.

The burning food carts also convinced the hungry people of one thing - the nobles in the city had food, but they just didn't give them food, wanting to starve them to death. So, they wanted to break into the city and fill their stomachs. Fortunately, the citizen soldiers guarding the city closed the city gates in time, otherwise Bataan would have fallen.

The citizen soldier explained the situation and Lester felt as if he was talking in his sleep. He looked up and down at the citizen soldier who came to report the news. The other party looked disheveled and had a lot of blood on his body. He did not look like a liar.

So Lester immediately stood up and said, "Which city gate is the enemy attacking? Take me over to see it!"

Under the guidance of the citizen militia, Lester came to the east wall of Bataan. When he looked down at the city, he saw a sea of ​​heads, estimated to be tens of thousands of people.

"Why, why are there so many rioters?" Giovanni Draghi, who was also standing on the city wall, looked nervous and his voice trembled.

"It's not just that there are too many people," Lester said with a dark face, pointing at the hungry people under the city. "Look at these hungry people. Although they look chaotic, there is a certain order in the chaos. They are divided into several camps, and each camp is lined up in front of the city wall. The distance between the camps is roughly equal, and the hungry people in each camp basically only move around within the scope of their own camp. Is this what a group of refugees who have never fought a war should look like?"

As if to confirm Leicester's words, the hungry people soon launched an attack on the city walls.

The hungry people's first siege naturally failed. They lacked siege weapons, sophisticated equipment, and even healthy bodies. Even if they could climb the city walls with difficulty, they would be killed and repelled by the citizen militia who were ready for battle on the city walls.

But this round of siege still made the elders who arrived on the city wall one after another look solemn. The hungry people were divided into three waves. After the first wave was repelled, the second wave just arrived at the foot of the city, and the third wave was ready to act at the same time, like waves, one after another, which put great pressure on the defenders.

What’s even more terrifying is that after the disastrous defeat in the first round of siege, the hungry people did not disperse. Instead, they seemed to have learned from their mistakes and started to build siege equipment!

"This is a conspiracy, this is definitely a conspiracy!"

The situation was urgent, so the elders simply started the Elders Council meeting under the city wall, one elder said with certainty.

"I've never heard of a group of farmers who could fight a war! And they could even build siege equipment! I'm sure there must be soldiers with rich combat experience hiding among the rioters, and they are organizing and guiding them to attack the city!"

"Anyone can see that," Lester felt that his colleague was just talking nonsense. "The question now is how do we solve the crisis in front of us!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces turned from anger to tension.

The defensive force on the city wall was seriously insufficient. If it had been replaced by an enemy with slightly better equipment, Bataan’s city wall defense line would most likely have been breached in the previous round of siege.

"We need to recruit more citizen soldiers, distribute weapons to reserve citizens under the age of 18 and senior citizens over the age of 50, and have them all go up to the city walls to participate in the defense!"

"Recruit all the extraordinary people in the city to the city walls. Regardless of whether they are our citizens or not, or even whether they are from Bataan or not, as long as they are willing to participate in the city defense, they will be rewarded generously."

“Collect all the food in the city, allocate it in a unified way, cook it in a unified way, and distribute two meals a day for free to everyone in the city, whether they are citizens, free people, or even slaves.”

Lester proposed three countermeasures in succession, and the elders nodded in agreement with the first two.

But after the third point was made, someone immediately raised an objection: "Do we have to confiscate even the food stored in citizens' homes?"

"Of course!" Lester nodded without hesitation.

"The city-state belongs to all citizens. How can the city-state confiscate the stored grain in citizens' homes? You even want to use the citizens' grain to feed free people and slaves. This is simply a joke!" said the elder, spreading his hands.

"It would be a joke if the city was breached by hungry people!"

Leicester knew that the elder before him was not so much speaking up for the citizens as for the wealthy and powerful who had grain at home, because in fact, due to the soaring grain prices, many citizens could no longer afford to eat, and no one was helping them.

If Leicester had followed the elder's advice and not collected grain from the citizens, then the grain merchants who had the most grain would not have to hand over the grain because they were also citizens.