Many soldiers were tired of playing and found a room casually, and soon they started snoring.

The soldiers patrolling at night also drank some wine and walked around the village with a little dizzy holding the torch. The soldiers standing guard would feel more comfortable. They could take a nap with their backs against the wall and half-awake.

The village became quiet again, and there were a few drunk soldiers snoring like thunder by the bonfire, and the wooden cups on the ground and the remaining bones were thrown everywhere.

The cold forest wind blew, Valens felt a little more awake. He walked on the path in the woods by the village with three armed soldiers holding torches.

They stomped the leaves and branches on the ground, and the torches in their hands were dancing mischievously in the wind.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of the bowstring came from my ears.

Valence, who was a little dull by alcohol, hadn't figured out what was going on, but he felt his neck numb and he collapsed on the ground.

He found that he could not shout out loud, and blood kept spilling out of his mouth, flowing out of the corner of his mouth, mixed with saliva and dripping on the mud ground.

Only one soldier behind Valence saw this terrifying incident, and the two unknown guys behind him laughed and burped, saying that Valence must have been drunk too much, and was so drunk that he couldn't even walk steadily and fell to the ground.

Before the word "enemy attack" was shouted out, the remaining three armed soldiers were knocked to the ground by arrows following behind.

The torch in the hand of the soldier behind Valence dropped off his hand and fell on Valence's leg. He lit his pants "sizzled" and burned his skin. This made Valence, who had not died at the first time but could not scream, truly experienced what purgatory on earth before losing consciousness.

All this was seen from the soldiers standing on guard at the entrance of the village not far away, but the light source that had been moving behind the dense bushes in the forest has now become still, which will not arouse his attention or doubt for the time being.

But he was the one who suffered the next bad luck.

Under the bright white moonlight, several black shadows quietly approached the two listless soldiers at the entrance of the village along the walls of the houses next to the village.

Almost at the same time, they were awakened, but their mouths were covered by a powerful hand of Kong Wu, and they could only make a faint "whimper". When the dagger with a cold light shining under the moonlight penetrated into their chests, they stopped struggling.

Bill, wearing a black soft armor, pulled the dagger out of the chest of the armed soldier who was gradually lying down, and a disgusting smell of blood spread out, and blood gushed out from the wound like a spring.

"It's safe, come here, come here!" Bill waved to the dark woods behind him. Thirty Folders militia quietly approached the village under the leadership of Simon and the fat man.

When Bill and the archers acted as usual to kill the armed soldiers who were vigilant at the village bonfire and prevented the drunkards at the bonfire from waking up again, the militia lowered their bodies and poured into the village.

Several militiamen came to the bonfire and lit the linen at the mouth of the tinder tank bottle through the bonfire.

The militiamen holding the turbulent tank quietly came to the doors of the houses that were snoring loudly. At the same time, several militiamen holding spears guarded by the doors and windows of several houses.

Seeing that everything was ready, Simon shouted: "Take the turbulent tank!"

So, the tinder tank exploded among the armed soldiers who were sleeping soundly. A wave of heat swept across the hut. Many huts instantly lit up fire, and the screams of armed soldiers who were awakened from the burn came from the room like a pig-killing scream.

"Ah, ah, bastard!"

A strong soldier with burning grease on his armed clothes screamed and picked up the axe leaning against the wall and rushed towards the door of the house. However, the militiamen roaring loudly outside the door stabbed several holes in their bodies, and fell to the ground with endless reluctance.

Some armed soldiers saw that someone was guarding the door, so they wanted to climb over the window to escape, but they didn't expect that someone would squat on the window.

When the militia outside the window saw that the "prey" had taken the bait, they quickly held the spear in their hands and stabbed it. Before they lost consciousness, many armed soldiers saw the excited faces of the militia outside the window under the fire.

"What happened?" The tax collector woke up from his dream in a daze when he heard the screams and howls. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked out the window. He was shocked. There were strange soldiers everywhere, and they were holding spears to hunt down their own soldiers on fire, as easy as cutting melons and cutting hemp.

This is a total massacre!

The tax collector slept in a house on the edge of the village, and he was the only one in the house. He was missed by a careless archer passing by outside the house. He was really lucky.

He quickly put on his mailing turban, tied up his Norman helmet, took his sword and rushed out of the door, and ran to the stable next to him.

Fortunately, there are no militias in the stable for the time being, and the militiamen are now paying attention to the armed soldiers who are burned to death in the house and are fighting for the last fight like crazy.

When the tax collector unfamiliarly saddled the horse and put on the horse on the kickstick, the militia had already begun to finish it.

Many houses in the village no longer screamed, and a raging fire broke out now.

Perhaps these armed soldiers never dreamed that the house they set fire to the fire last week would be burned to death in it tonight.

Fate always likes to joke with people, especially this kind of joke that many people would never think of.

Simon, Bill and archers at the end heard the sound of horse hooves. Bill decisively picked up the longbow and rushed to the village gate, drawing the arrow. However, because he had just been in the village and got used to the light, he suddenly returned to the darkness and his eyes did not adapt. He could only listen to the sound of horse hooves gradually fading away.
Chapter completed!