Start as Inherited Baroness

Each flaming stone bullet dragged a long flame tail and hit the wooden wall or watchtower of the camp.

This kind of stone bullet is actually a large oval thick-walled clay pot, filled with kerosene inside, and wrapped around the waist with thin linen cloth soaked in oil.

Once it hits the ground from the air, it will break into pieces, and the surrounding area will be engulfed in a sea of ​​​​fire when the fire oil splashes.

Within a few moments, the camp was filled with flames. Soldiers were running around and shouting. It was extremely chaotic, and there was quite a tendency to blow up the camp.

Baron Deacon walked out of the longhouse and saw such a desperate scene.

Fortunately, the flaming stone bullets only fired a dozen rounds and then stopped.

Each piece of this thing costs a lot of money to make. Simon is just trying out its power this time, so there is no way he can throw it open.

“Archers, volley!

Battering ram, attack! "Sarit waved the flag and ordered.

Suddenly, rhythmic horns sounded, and five to six hundred archers bent their bows and nocked arrows, shooting a hail of arrows.

The suppressed enemy troops simply did not dare to climb the wall to counterattack.

Moreover, two-thirds of Baron Deacon's army must be poorly equipped militiamen with low combat effectiveness, making it difficult to make any effective response.

"So many militiamen are all good at farming. It's a pity to kill them like this..."

Simon looked at this scene and muttered in his heart.

After a while, the battering ram knocked open the gate of the camp. It was smashed open in a few blows without any pressure. It was really a killing blow.

“Baron LeRoy, it’s time to attack.

This time, I asked Saumir and the other barons to come with you, as well as Kairaf and the knights Morey.

As the master of the Green Forest Territory, you must take the lead, otherwise it will not be enough to boost morale! Simon said with a faint smile.

"But... Lord Earl, my military strength is weak, and now I am only at the level of an average warrior..."

"Don't worry! You don't need to kill the enemy yourself, you just go to the front line under the protection of the guards.

If you don’t even have this courage, you should go back to Windmill Town as soon as possible to get a wife and have a baby! "

Simon waved his hand and said with disdain.

"...Tessie! Follow me!" Baron LeRoy was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and shouted.

Immediately, a group of his direct descendants surrounded him and rushed towards the gate of the camp. In addition, there were also Saumir and others, about a thousand people in total.

"Array! Array! Arrange at the gate! Stop them!"

The knight on Baron Deacon's side raised his sword and shouted, but the militiamen had not received much training, so how could they carry out the instructions accurately.

Like herding sheep, many militiamen even hid in wooden houses.

Only the five or six hundred men brought by Baron Deacon from his hometown were considered regular standing troops, and they formed a formation against the opened gate.

"Kill!!"

Baron Leroy and his men rushed in smoothly and started fighting with them.

However, these people were all blocked in the narrow gate area. Behind them were Somir, Kairaf and others who were rushing past. They were unable to advance or retreat.

"Lord Baron! This is not good! If this continues, our men will be exhausted!"

The knights under Baron Leroy quickly sensed the crisis and looked horrified.

"Withdraw! Withdraw first!" He looked around and said in a panic.

"Retreat! Retreat!!" The knight immediately ordered loudly, and many soldiers began to lean back.

But soon, they discovered that the road back was blocked by water.

Saumir, Kairav ​​and others tacitly directed the large shield soldiers to pile up in rows and push forward.

"Kill! Warriors, follow me and charge!"

Saumir was shouting crazily. People who are familiar with him will definitely find that his expression at this time is somewhat exaggerated.

"No! Retreat! Let me out! Woohoo..."

When Baron LeRoy saw this, he suddenly understood and was frightened to cry.

But Baron Dickon's soldiers didn't care about this. They surrounded them, stabbing with spears, slashing with tomahawks, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Both sides suffered a lot of casualties. Baron LeRoy's direct soldiers fell one after another, but they also killed many enemies.

"Lord Baron! How about we surrender!" After a series of killings, the knight with his face covered in blood shouted at him.

"Surrender!? Yes! Surrender! Surrender!"

Baron Deacon! Moon Lake will be yours from now on! ! "When Leroy heard this, he reacted and immediately yelled.

Immediately, the knight took out the white flag from his arms and raised it high.

This trick really worked. After hearing this, the knights under Baron Deacon ordered the soldiers to retreat and shouted: "Put down your weapons and lie down on the ground!"

Baron LeRoy immediately put down his one-handed sword, and his soldiers also disarmed one after another.

But Kairav, Somir and others behind him were not used to it and shouted: "Kill!"

"Kill!!" The elite soldiers rushed in with their shields raised. They were all high-level warriors with considerable strength.

For a moment, Baron LeRoy's men were knocked upside down.

"What a coward!"

Saumur clutched a one-handed sword, rushed to Baron Leroy, grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

The next moment, there was a pop, and the one-handed sword penetrated through the gap between the armor in front of him, stabbing him to the core.

Baron LeRoy opened his eyes wide, his face full of reluctance and fear, but his eyes gradually lost their luster.

"The count wants you to die now, how dare he keep you until dusk."

Saumir's eyes were cold, he muttered something in his ear, drew his sword and left.

This scene was blocked by the large shield soldiers and no outsiders saw it.

"Baron LeRoy died in battle! Revenge! Kill!"

Sommel took the two-handed sword from his confidant, roared and began to charge.

The soldiers followed and charged, and in one round, they cut down hundreds of enemy soldiers...

"It's over!!" Baron Deacon, who was watching the battle on the rooftop of the longhouse, turned pale and murmured in cold sweat.

"This guy is really cruel!" He was at a loss, his face was ashen.

"Baron! Surrender! You are the vassal of Count Borena, and Simon dare not kill you..."

Beside Deacon, there was an old man with a long face wearing iron armor, who advised.

He was silent for a while, watching the enemy army kill near the longhouse, and then looked around the camp, all of them were soldiers of the Hollen family.

And outside the west gate, there were hundreds of cavalrymen staring at them, which must be where Count Simon was.

"Surrender!" Baron Deacon said with a trembling mouth.

"Yes! Baron!" The long-faced old man responded and hurried to prepare a white flag.

Soon, a white flag was slowly raised on the rooftop of the long house.

"Surrender! Stop fighting! Surrender..." The long-faced old man arranged several soldiers to run and shout.

Not long after, Baron Deacon's soldiers gave up resistance and threw away their weapons.

And he himself was escorted to Simon by Somier and others.

"Count Simon! I have no intention of being your enemy! Please forgive me for my rash behavior this time..."

Baron Deacon knelt down and looked at the heavily armored young man on the fiery red warhorse, and said softly.

"Follow the rules, let your confidant bring the ransom.

In addition, these militiamen and the people in Changfeng Territory must all be relocated to Fearless Territory and Three Mountains Territory..."

Simon lightly put forward the conditions.

"This... Lord Count, please pay attention to your identity..." Baron Deacon said in disbelief.