Roger's head was still dizzy, and he was scared to death.

He thought that he was really a time-traveler. He was so dizzy just now that he actually wanted to go up.

But he saw the frightened slaves staring at him, as if they were expecting something.

So Roger waved his hand pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's okay, it's just a dust explosion."

The slaves immediately relaxed, as if they really understood what Roger was saying.

Some even cheered excitedly.

Roger knew that fear of the unknown is human nature, and blind faith and obedience are also human nature.

He knew that none of the slaves knew what a "dust explosion" was.

But since Roger said "it's okay", they believed "it's okay".

And Roger used a term they didn't understand to explain what they didn't know, and they believed that everything was under Roger's control.

When the unknown is no longer unknown, fear disappears.

Roger knew that the slaves must have taken it for granted that this was another miracle caused by him, just like the previous black powder explosion.

So they were no longer afraid and took everything for granted.

Roger looked outside the destroyed wall.

Many bandits fell to the ground without moving, some were scurrying around like headless flies, and more were running far away, poking their heads to look here.

Roger was wondering whether he should take advantage of the bandits' confusion and lead the slaves to fight back.

He was not sure whether this decision was feasible, and he hesitated for a while.

Then he saw many of the bandits who had fallen to the ground struggling to get up.

Then Roger knew he had missed an opportunity.

Then he hesitated no longer.

He ordered: "Retreat! Retreat to the stone wall!"

Everyone turned around and ran away.

Roger was running, looking at the wooden houses on the roadside, and thinking about what the third master said about "eating a lot of meat and drinking a lot of wine".

He thought harshly: In the dream, I will leave you nothing, just watch how you eat and drink.

So Roger ordered again: "Burn all the wooden houses!"

The slaves resolutely carried out Roger's orders.

Roger estimated that these people were so blindly convinced that everything he said was right.

Roger estimated that even if he asked them to jump off the stone wall, they would immediately do so without hesitation.

The bandits are still in confusion.

The third master's random command made the chaos unstoppable for a long time.

It wasn't until the fire broke out from each wooden house and until Roger and all the remaining slaves ran up the stone wall safely that the bandits gradually regained their composure.

Roger ordered the slaves to climb over the wall in batches, and he decided to be the last to leave.

The fire has already grown strong and cannot be extinguished in a short time.

Roger felt that he had plenty of time and was not in a hurry.

Suddenly Roger heard a horse's neighing, which seemed familiar.

He looked at the horses pulling the prison carriage from a distance.

The horses are all grazing with their heads down.

Then Roger saw a familiar maroon shadow emerging from the mountain road, quickly passing through the scattered bandits, and running to the edge of the fire.

Roger saw his horse, "Gift".

"Gift" neighed anxiously, obviously it saw Roger.

Roger saw that it wanted to come over, but was too frightened by the flames to move forward. It ran back and forth, but there was no safe way through the fire.

Some bandits recognized the "gift".

"The third master's horse is the third master's horse!"

"Silly*, now I want to call you the boss!"

The bandits rushed towards the "gift" in an attempt to capture it.

"Catch it!" "Ouch, it hit me!" "Look at me from behind..." "Bang" "Kicked to death!"...

"Gift" no longer tried to cross the fire scene. It rushed out from the bandits and ran back to the mountain road along the way it came.

Several quick-footed bandits chased after him.

Soon they fled back crying.

Followed by a group of Normans on horseback.

These Norman knights didn't talk nonsense, and they slashed all the way to the open space in front of the stronghold where the bandits gathered.

Roger saw Danny.

Danny was commanding behind the fighting Norman knights. He shouted: "Pay attention to the prisoners, be careful not to hurt the prisoners!"

As a result, the attacks of the Norman knights were reduced, and their movements showed hesitation.

A bandit thrust his gun into the belly of a knight's horse.

The horse neighed and fell.

The knights on horseback were dragged by the bandits in the chrysalis, and ropes were tied up one by one.

The knight fought hard to kill, but finally fell down, like a puma wrapped in legion of ants.

Roger shouted: "Danny!"

The slaves around him also shouted: "Danny!" "Danny!"

Danny seemed to hear it and looked straight over.

Roger, not sure if Danny could see him through the fire, shouted and waved.

He saw Danny turning his horse and left.

He heard Danny shout: "Retreat!"

So the Norman knights broke away from the bandits and turned around to retreat.

The third master brandished the newly captured Norman sword and shouted:

"Win! Win! We defeated the Normans!

"I will take you to defeat all the Normans, and I will take you to capture Sicily!

"Those who follow me can drink and eat meat every day! Victory! Victory!"

So the bandits cheered for victory. They surrounded the third leader and regarded his deceptive words as a holy metaphor.

Until the sound of horse hooves sounded again, this time uniformly.

Danny led the Norman knights in two rows, three or four horse lengths apart from the front and back.

With their rifles raised and their knees pressed against each other, they charged out from the mountain road like two walls.

Danny shouted: "Charge!"

The lance was leveled, the tip of the lance flashing with cold light.

Some bandits turned around and ran away, while others rushed forward to block them regardless of their own strength. Their figures were intertwined and the mess was like loose sand.

Then it was like a giant ship splitting the waves, and a strong wind sweeping through the wheat fields.

The people in front of the cavalry were like grass, and blood and mud were flying under the horses' hooves.

The Normans' wall-mounted assault broke through the loose and chaotic group of bandits, directly cutting a bloody path.

This is a massacre.

No hesitation.

There is a hapless knight in the front row.

His horse's front hooves seemed to have slipped and he was thrown forward.

The knight took off his stirrups in time and was not pinned down by his own horse, but he seemed to have fallen badly and he lay there unable to get up.

Roger saw that the knight's hands and feet were still moving, but he had been lying there, like an earthworm being exposed to the sun.

The second row of knights rushed up, their horses trampling them all the way, like a tank assault mercilessly crushing them.

Roger's eyes widened.

He thought, there is one of his own people in front of him, he is one of his own people!

The knights just charged without stopping or turning to dodge.

So the iron hoof as big as a palm stepped directly on the chest of the unlucky knight.

Roger saw that as if he had stepped on an unopened can of Coke, blood spurted out from the knight's mouth and nose.

The flying blood foam dyed the knight's lance red.

Then the lance stabbed into the chest of a bandit.

Only then did Roger notice that the lances of the knights in the front row were all broken, and they scattered to both sides.

The knights in the second row have taken over the charge baton.

Another bloody storm.
Chapter completed!