When Berion, who had already set up ambush inside and outside the monastery, saw the thick smoke in the sky to the west, he already knew that it was Yat who sent him an alarm signal, and the enemy would attack him from the jungle to the west.

Berion didn't know that Yat had actually brought four guards to launch a raid on the enemy dozens of times his own in order to gain defense or escape. In Berion's eyes, Yat not only sent people back to report the message, but also informed the enemy's attack in advance, which was already the end of his kindness.

"My man, thank you for your warning, but these rebel bandits still scare me away." Berion was slained by the hilt of his sword and turned toward the main hall of the monastery.

The monastery at this time was no longer what it was yesterday. The real warriors were lying on a hill less than a hundred steps away from the monastery. In addition to Berryon's personal guards, all the monks were scattered soldiers and servants. The monks were also urgently transferred to a cave on the north side of the monastery to temporarily avoid swords and weapons. No one could guarantee that the rebel bandits who killed red-eyed could restrain themselves from slaughtering clergy.

The appearance of the monastery is still the same as before, but there are some people on the roofs of several sturdy wooden houses, the lofts and bell towers of the halls, and the bricks and tiles on the top of the warehouse.

Yes, these are all crossbowmen arranged by Berion. Although the melee combat power of those soldiers and servants was almost zero, it was not a big problem to shoot crossbow arrows at the enemies rushing into the monastery on the roof of a relatively safe loft.

The two of them distributed a crossbow and twenty or thirty crossbow arrows in groups, and took turns to fight. When they had the advantage of their position, they could at least beat the enemy and hammer them hard, or drag the enemy until the cavalry and warriors on the hillside rushed down to cut melons and vegetables at the rebel bandits.

After entering the monastery, Berryon ordered to hold the door with a bench, and then led a few personal soldiers holding bows, arrows and crossbows to the attic of the hall, opened all the windows, and waited for the "raid" of the rebels...

The sun is slanted westward and has not yet fallen, so this is not the best time to raid.

However, a group of rebels outside the monastery in the mountains in the south of Provence could not wait until the sky was dark, because they also saw the thick smoke signal in the sky to the west.

Hundreds of guys who had been forced into desperate situations were determined to break out of the last madness. They roared and rushed through the dense forest line and rushed towards the gate of the monastery.

Then, the charge team suddenly stopped.

"Commander, there is a problem! There is a problem! The monastery is too quiet!" A rebel officer discovered the problem, because just as they rushed out of the edge of the forest, several sentries outside the monastery turned around and ran into the monastery, and then there was no movement.

The rebel commander took the sword and looked around, and repeatedly searched for the enemy's traces in the monastery.

At this moment, he was a little difficult to get on the verge of a tiger. What tricks were the enemy playing? Will he attack?

After thinking for a while, he made up his mind, "This is just an illusion set by those border troops. The purpose is to prevent us from attacking easily. At this time, the other border troops must have not arrived yet. They just want to delay time!"

"Guys! Bounce it to me! All the property seized today belongs to you!"

For rebels of robbery nature, nothing is more motivating than plundering and dividing property.

More than sixty rebel bandits rushed to the monastery with shouts, but the rebel commander was still on guard. He left more than twenty minions watching the monastery outside the monastery to guard against enemy aids that might suddenly appear, and wait until the battle inside to start before rushing in.

After setting up the periphery, the rebel commander raised his sword in his hand and rushed into the gate of the monastery...

Quiet, weird quiet.

The monastery is not big but the buildings are sparse, so when dozens of rebel bandits holding weapons with abominable faces crashed open the gate and rushed into the monastery, it was still not crowded.

Enemy? Where is the enemy?

I'm afraid this is something that all the rebels and bandits are in doubt. There is no sign of enemies in the monastery, and there is not even a dog.

Surprises will always come.

As a horn blew from the attic of the monastery, a crisp sound of the collapse was heard, and arrows whizzed at the rebels with doubts.

The roof tiled loft, the roof of the bell tower, the warehouse, the stone walls, doors and windows, and the monastery where arrows can fly to the rebels in the courtyard. Arrows fly to the places where the rebels and bandits in the courtyard are flying.

This made the people who were walking in front and planning to kill them hard. The lucky arrow was nailed to the forehead and held their breath instantly. Three or five lucky arrows were nailed into the chest and abdomen and could not die for a while, but they would definitely not survive. They twitched and wailed, and were in great pain.

The sudden outbreak of crossbow war caused the rebels to fall into a blockbuster, and of course they were not all shot. Many veterans of bandit fell to the ground out of instinct to avoid the favor of the arrows.

"Arrowman! Archer!"

The rebel officers shrank their necks to the corner of the courtyard while ordering the archers to fight back and suppress them quickly.

More than a dozen archers came on the court, and they raised their bows and greeted the roofs and lofts, but because they were at a disadvantage, it was difficult for the archers to shoot those tricky archers.

However, two rounds of arrows still barely suppressed the crossbow, and the rebels and bandits found their hiding place.

"The border soldiers did not stay in the monastery, this is a trap." This was the thought that flashed through the mind of the rebel commander, and he was ready to order everyone to retreat.

"Komunin, you're finally here!"

Just as the rebel commander was about to shout for retreat, a sound rang out from the attic in the front hall. Looking in the sound, the person in the attic was the commander of the Velno army, Viscount Berryon, the famous upstart in Provence.

"Komining, the monastery is surrounded by my ambush, you can no longer escape. Hurry up and surrender to me with your minions. I allow you to die decently in the form of a knight duel. Your minions have a chance to survive." The Komuning in Berion's mouth was the rebel commander with the knighthood.

The enemy commander who was raided suddenly calmly persuaded the attackers to surrender, which shocked the hundreds of ten rebels. They were all watching and listening, as if verifying the words of the viscount in the attic.

"Decent death? I will not let you die decently!"

"Don't listen to him nonsense, he and his soldiers must have been hiding in the palace and these wooden houses, and attack me and kill them all!"

The rebel commander led the way to the hall, and dozens of minions followed.

The few wooden houses in the monastery were knocked away by fierce rebels, and the wooden house was empty without any figure.

Then there was a stone palace. After suppressing the crossbowmen hiding in high places, the rebels began to attack the monastery palace. No matter what tricks the enemy played, as long as they captured Viscount Berion, everything could be solved.

The rebels hit their shoulders, chopped them with axes, and smashed them with heavy hammers. The wooden door of the monastery hall was about to be smashed.

Woo~Woo~Woo~

The low horn sounded again...

Just as the rebels in the monastery were fighting to capture Berion alive at the gate of the palace, the Provence side cavalry and elite infantry who were ambushing the hill on the north side of the monastery had already picked up their axes and drawn their swords.

With the three horns, fifteen cavalry and more than thirty elite infantry rushed down to the monastery quietly.

The twenty or so rebels left outside the monastery could no longer hold back, and they wanted to rush in and rob.

When a fierce army suddenly appeared in the north, their first reaction was to not believe it.

When the war horses trampled on their hooves, they panicked and organized resistance. But how could more than twenty minions blocked the impact of the galloping horses? The hurried formation was instantly smashed, followed by more than thirty infantry wearing armor, holding swords, axes, and hammers to rush out...

After the shrubs half a mile northwest of the monastery, Yat watched the entire battle.

According to the original plan, Yat will lurk with Ron and others outside the monastery at a relatively safe distance to observe the monastery. If Berion and others are alerted and retreat safely, it would be best. If Berion is really unfortunately attacked, he will take Berion away from danger without taking any risks, so that he can also owe him another life-saving favor.

However, when the rebels rushed out of the dense forest, Yat saw a strange scene, and then the cavalry rushed down from the high hills, and the infantry came in armor and held sharp attacks. If the two sides lined up to each other, they would be of equal strength. However, at this time, the rebels subconsciously thought that they were really ambushed, and they were frightened and could not organize effective resistance...

"Master? We~" Ron stared at the continued killing inside and outside the monastery. The rebel bandits had completely lost their power. The border troops were killing the remaining enemies surrounded in the monastery one by one. Those quick-reacting guys have begun to climb the wall of the monastery to try to escape.

"What are you waiting for? No matter how late we are, we will have nothing to do." After saying that, Yat turned around and ran to the valley where the war horses were hidden behind the deserted hills.

After a while, the five horses rushed to the gate of the monastery, and five guys holding sharp blades joined the battle group that killed the rebel bandits...

Needless to say, the result of the battle was that except for seven or eight missed rebel bandits who escaped into the dense forests and hills, the remaining eighty-two rebel bandits were arrested, and forty-six people were killed. The rest of them knelt on the ground and surrendered.

Viscount Berryon opened the gate of the palace and walked out. He had no chance to be full of prisoners on the ground, and walked straight to the Yat and the others who were washing the sword and returning to the sheath. "Brother Yat, I didn't expect you to take the risk of turning back to save me."

When Yat and his men appeared in the monastery to siege the rebels, Berion was indeed extremely surprised.

"I had known that you were so brave, I wouldn't have to come back. It's a pity that this chain mailer is probably going to ask me to pay for it." Yat touched the chain mail lock ring that was cut in the team battle just now, looking like a pity. This was what they borrowed from the Velno arsenal and needed to return it to the arsenal.

Berion looked around, and there were a lot of weapons and armor on the rebel bandits all over the ground. He waved his hand, "Brother Yat, what's the compensation? All five sets of armor on you belong to you, just treat me as Xie Li."

"In addition, don't worry about going north. Give me half a day to clean up the battle. I will accompany you back to Velno tomorrow. I will celebrate the merits in the city and also host a banquet for you!"

"Come on! Clean up my barracks and give Lord Yat a rest."

Berion waved Yat's rejection, "Don't refuse, just stay in my barracks. You go down and rest first, I will have dinner with you after I finish my work." After that, Berion walked towards the captured rebel commander.

The rebel commander was seriously injured, but he still refused to surrender, yelling loudly to duel with Berion as a knight.

Berion pushed the crowd away and walked to the shameless traitor, looked up and down, and suddenly grabbed the heavy hammer in the hands of the soldiers beside him, and the head was hit by a fierce hammer. The rebel commander's head exploded instantly...

"I gave you a chance to duel, but you didn't cherish it!"

"Trag this dead dog down and behead him!"

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