In the tower of the Fort Willer, Ms. Marty, wearing a long waist-pinching skirt with a fiery red fox fur, stood quietly at the window of the main tower. Her eyes were on the village outside her castle, the village that provided crops and supplies for the Fort Willer on weekdays. At this time, thick black smoke rose above the sky. The village that should have been protected by the lords could only watch the burning. The Slavic nobles in the county of Willer were the Slavic nobles in the county of Willer. These Slavic nobles who refused to convert were inciting people who were dissatisfied with Marty, gathered a group of 400 people to burn, kill, loot and intimidate the villagers outside the Fort Willer.

"Julian, I have had enough of watching my people suffer helplessly here, gather the soldiers in the castle, and let us go out to fight to the death with the traitors." Ms. Marty clenched her fists, and she looked firmly at Julian standing behind her. The faithful knight was looking at Marty gently. If it were not for Julian's support in this difficult time, Marty would have been unable to bear the heavy burden of the lord.

"We have very few people. There are less than 300 soldiers who can fight in the castle. It is enough to guard the castle, but if we fight outside the castle, we may lose." Julian said to Marty. The stubborn and conservative nobles refused to fulfill their oath of allegiance to Marty, and the abolished Lomwa priests were secretly exerting their strength.

"How did all this happen?" Ms. Marty looked at the tragic situation of her territory outside the window in frustration. This incident started several months ago. In order to make Werle a Catholic territory as soon as possible, Father Paul spared no effort to preach as Marty's court pastor, but one day the situation changed.

"Father Paul, what's wrong with you?" It was in the evening one day. Father Paul rode his mule and led several loyal believers and the knight class to escape into the Fort Willer in a panic. When he saw the priest, known as the saint, in a panic, Julian said in surprise.

"Mr. Julian, the situation is very bad. The thugs attacked the priests and they gathered together for signs of riots." The Knights' face was blue and purple, and blood was flowing from the corners of their mouths. The back of the left hand was also cut by a sharp weapon, and they must not be wrapped with thick linen strips torn into strips.

"Rampage, what happened? What did you do?" Julian was shocked when he heard this. He had the impression that Father Paul had always been a gentle missionary, but why was he suddenly attacked by a thug?

"This is all the will of the Lord. A few days ago, I was inspired by the Lord in my dream. We should use a more efficient way to influence believers. This is the omen that the Lord gave me in my dream~~~." Father Paul sat on the wooden bench beside him. He murmured to himself with his back.

"Obvious, what is the more efficient way?" Julian looked at the Knight class who was still sober and able to communicate with each other. The Knight class shrugged helplessly.

"It is religious judgment. The priest believes that the Lord gave him a sign in his dream, and that only through religious judgment can people's souls be saved." The Knights said to Julian.

"Religious judgment, but I didn't hear it from Ms. Marty." Julian was even more surprised when he heard it. Before the church launched the crusades, religious judgment was still subject to the constraints of secular lords, which means that it needed the cooperation of the local lords. It was an anomaly for Father Paul to launch religious judgment without applying to the lord at all.

"This is the will of the Lord." Father Paul suddenly stood up, and he stretched out his finger and pointed it above and said loudly.

The religious trial initiated by Father Paul completely angered the lower-class peasants and Slavic nobles. The tribal leaders who were originally attracted by Marty's use of Huairou began to rise up and resist Marty's rule. This rebel was entrenched outside the Fort Willer. If the materials and weapons from Mecklenburg were not transported into the castle in advance, these rebels would have dared to start attacking the castle.

"The rebellion must be suppressed. I cannot watch the inheritance left by my father to me be ravaged by a group of traitors." Marty said righteously.

"Then I will present my own sword according to my oath." Seeing Marty so determined, Julian stopped saying anything. He pulled out his own sword and inserted it in front of him. He knelt on one knee and swore it to Marty.

Soon, the rebels entrenched outside the Fort Willer discovered that the castle's suspension bridge suddenly fell down. Ms. Marty was wearing a small scale armor and a bear skin, leading the crowd on a brown war horse. She was closely followed by Julian, a knight from Mecklenburg. The knight was wearing a chain mail and a Germanic helmet. The brown cloak behind her fluttered in the wind. Two hundred soldiers from Fort Willer followed their lords with spears and bows.

"Ms. Marty seems to want to fight a war with us." The rebel leader was a vassal of Marty's past. Although Marty gave him more land than in the past to appease him, all his efforts are in vain.

"Yes, Chief Lusen." The other Slavic nobles who joined the rebels echoed, and they knew very well that Marty could mobilize the only 200 soldiers in Fort Wilre, and the rebels already had a great initiative in terms of number of people.

"Hey, this battle is a last resort, but we cannot serve the monarch who believes in the false god. I have discussed with the high priest. If you take down the Fort Willer, you will offer it to Lord Kang Tuoyi." Chief Lu Sin said with a sigh.

"So what should Ms. Marty do?"

"Put her out, I cannot be stained with the blood of the monarch I once vowed."

"What a kind decision."

Just as the rebel leaders were already deciding the future of Willle, the army led by Ms. Marty and Julian drove to the village of Fort Willle. Two hundred soldiers set up horizontal formations, with the archers in front and spearmen behind. This formation is quite normal, but the number of 200 people makes the formation always seem a little worried.

"Well." Julian rode on the horse and looked around the soldiers. The soldiers looked at the dark crowd opposite and couldn't help but look timid on their faces. Although the number of people in the era of cold weapons cannot determine the outcome, the chance of winning is of course that there are more people on the side with more people.

"Lu Sien, why do you betray me?" Ms. Marty was driving the war horse under her crotch. She shouted loudly in the direction of the rebel leader Lu Sien. The distance between the two sides was not very far, and this was an open area, and the sound could spread far enough.

"Bah, your ugly Germanic wizard actually burned my cousin's family to death. It was all your fault for converting to the evil god." The rebel leader Lu Sin angrily spat at the ground, burning several people who refused to convert to the religion during the religious trial of Father Paul. If it were ordinary people, it would be fine, but there were Lu Sin's relatives inside, which of course aroused the resistance of the Slavic nobles.

"This is a mistake. I will give you an explanation. Let us calm this incident through peace talks." Ms. Marty also knew the pros and cons of the troops on both sides. She tried hard to appease these rebellious nobles through peace talks.

"No way, we think we should return to our traditional life and religion to dedicate Weller to Lord Kang Tuoyi." Lu Sien paddled the battle axe in his hand and pressed a Slavic helmet on his head. When his words fell, the rebel soldiers shouted loudly, while Ms. Marty's side was silent.

"For the Lord Lord, advance." In this case, Julian certainly could not let the other party's arrogance continue to be arrogant. He drew out his sword and waved to the opposite side and rushed over to lead the soldiers of Willle. The brave knight charged forward with the lead. His heroic spirit immediately boosted morale. The soldiers of the Wielle held the spear in their hands tightly and rushed towards the rebels. The archers mixed in the crowd and stopped to shoot arrows at the opposite side every few steps. Although most of the rebels were made up of farmers and civilians, they immediately picked up the stones on the ground and rushed over and threw them over. The arrows and stones were intertwined, and the person who was hit was wailing in pain.

"Kill." Leader Lu Sien waved the battle axe in his hand and led the Slavic nobles and rebels to rush over like waves. They were like two rivers colliding on the open grass between the village and the castle. The battle axe hit the shield, the sword slashed on the sword and the axe, and the sound of fighting and the neighing of the horse were mixed together.

"Grey Rule~~~~." Julian shouted wildly, holding up the sharp sword in his hand. He rode his horse into the rebels, slashing left and right, and skillfully manipulating his war horse to knock the enemy blocking the way to the ground.

"Stop their cavalry." Leader Lu Sien cut over the soldiers blocking the road to the ground while taking time to look around. He saw the commotion caused by several horse-riding soldiers led by Julian in the rebels, and immediately ordered several Slavic nobles around him that the farmers who had not received military training and were not matched by the knights, but these Slavic nobles were different. They used spears and shields to deal with cavalry.
Chapter completed!