Mount and Blade

As the vision became clearer, many other nobles in the porridge shed had already gone back. Only Laban and his men were still giving alms in person. They could see that the twenty or so knights and dozens of guards were guarding the surroundings strictly. Perhaps, many people would die in this mission. No, this was inevitable.

If there were not so many people to support, they might have accidentally lost their lives here. It was really worthy of being the black-hearted boss Kadi. If they wanted to survive, they had to slip away and get rid of the guards after they succeeded.

Green didn't know how many people Kadi had arranged for this mission. He was extremely nervous and waited for Best's hint at any time. He was only one step away from the porridge shed.

"Kill!!"

"Swish, swish, swish" "Puff"

Several men in black mixed in with the refugees and took out the hidden weapons and crossbow arrows hidden in their arms, shooting several guards in the throat. The knights had better protection because of the plate armor, so most of the arrows just barely penetrated their flesh, and more arrows were aimed at Laban and the other two. However, the three of them reacted immediately when they heard the shouts of killing and quickly squatted under the porridge shed. Burkan was hit by an arrow in the left shoulder, and Laban and Yuris dodged quickly and only had their cheeks scratched.

"Damn it!! You nobles are actually putting stones in the porridge. It's just watery soup every day! We haven't had a full meal for several days!"

"How many people are freezing to death every day! You're actually driving us out of the city! I'm going to fight you!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly took the lead and shouted, bringing the chaotic atmosphere to the extreme. Several people in the front row threw their bowls and boiling porridge in the faces of the guards. After shooting a round of hidden weapons, a dozen black-clad men in the team rushed forward and took out the daggers at their waists to overturn the porridge shed. They cut the throats of several knights and guards with their knives, and the knights with rich combat experience quickly drew their swords and fought with the black-clad men.

Everything happened in a flash. The moment Best let go and took out the dagger, Green followed closely and took out the dagger at his waist and jumped into the dilapidated porridge shed with Best.

The numb refugees around seemed to be stimulated, because the porridge they received in the past few days was all watery. After hearing what those instigators said, the ignorant people seemed to be awakened in an instant, and the anger that had been accumulated in their hearts for a long time seemed to burst out at this moment. Only those refugees who had just received the thick porridge were still complacent, looking back at the riot behind them with a blank face.

Then, before he could have a hot meal, he was forced to fall into the shove of the crazy refugees, squeezed under the sharp spears of the guards, and was pierced through the body.

He didn't have time to make any sound. As the bowl and porridge in his hand fell to the ground, he opened his mouth in disbelief and covered his pierced body to end this miserable life. He didn't even have time to cry out in pain. With the last tear in the corner of his eye, his head flew high.

Behind him were countless blindly angry refugees trampling on his body and rushing towards the guards. The guards who had always been invincible were smashed and torn to pieces by the crazy refugees.

"Ping" "Ping"

In the shabby porridge shed, three people were being beaten by a group of assassins. The purpose of this group of assassins was very obvious. There were many wounds of different sizes on the three people. There were also several bodies of men in black lying on the ground. The knights were also dealing with them. The guards on the periphery could hardly stop the crazy refugees. The soldiers in the outermost sentry tower of the castle also found this unusual. When they were about to ring the bell on the sentry tower, their companions covered their mouths and cut their throats.

"Huh..."

The guard died before he could think about why, and the outer walls were all playing such a drama at this time.

"Damn the lowly people are also here to make trouble! Hiss, die!!"

Bulkan cursed, and his left arm was scratched by the assassin again. He stabbed the assassin to death with a sword. Fortunately, he was not in plain clothes, otherwise he would have died long ago.

And Yuris gritted his teeth. He didn't expect that they had prepared so many resources but got such a response. He suddenly didn't know how to look at these people in Midland in the future.

As the general of the frontline team, Laban had seen all kinds of scenes. He was just a little surprised that this group of refugees were also incited to rebel. He regretted not bringing more people with him. As the leader of the Aklo Knights, he was very capable of self-protection and was the least injured among the three.

"Retreat to the outside of the porridge shed!!"

The three of them left their backs to each other. For a while, they couldn't find any flaws. The assassins around them also found it difficult to attack. Green was also ambushing in the dilapidated porridge shed looking for an opportunity. The three of them reacted quickly. As soon as Green and Best entered the porridge shed, they saw that they had drawn their swords and fought. Now several people have fought outside the porridge shed.

It's really troublesome. Green sighed, but still held his temper. At worst, if the mission failed, he would run quickly. He touched the flying knife recovered from the group of people on his body. The prompt given by the system has become a curved flying knife, but it doesn't matter, it can be used.

"Ping"

The flying knife bounced on the armor on Burkan's body with a crisp sound. [You caused 0 damage]

Green: "......"

Sure enough, it is more effective against people without any armor.

There was no substantial damage, and it almost stabbed Best's butt who was about to enter the arena. Best turned back and glared at Green, then used the dagger in his hand as a flying knife to kill a knight who was facing away from them. He took out the forks on his waist and tightened the encirclement with the other people. With the participation of Best, the situation obviously became favorable. The three of them gradually became a little exhausted, and the gap between them became larger.

Green seized the opportunity and rushed up with a dagger, because no one would notice the short child in this chaos. The dagger pierced the joint between the thigh bone and tibia of Burkan's left leg without any armor protection, and quickly pulled it out and ran away. The knights had almost killed all the assassins around them. If they didn't run, it would be too late for them to react.

Green got into the crowd with his small body, but no one could free their hands to catch him, and the refugees were shoving forward in a mess. It was not known whether they were squeezed or really fell into madness. They were all rushing to the porridge stall to grab food.

"Don't fight with me!" "This is mine!"

The refugees huddled together and scrambled for the porridge. Some even licked it directly on the ground. Countless trampling incidents occurred at once. The cries of women and babies were drowned out by the screams and violent noises of the crowd.

"Uh ah ah!!!" "Ping"

The sudden pain in his left leg made Burkan kneel on one knee, but he was still stubbornly using his sword to resist Best's fork. Unfortunately, he was exhausted and was kicked to the ground by Best. Unfortunately, Laban and Yuris were already unable to take care of themselves.

"Burkan!!" "Puchi"

Although he was exhausted, he still pointed his sword at the enemy with the instinct of the sword and cut Best's waist, but Burkan's throat was still pierced by the fork.

This shrewd lord did not die on the battlefield, but died in an assassination, with unwilling eyes.

The surrounding knights also gradually rushed up, and Best knew that this was the greatest success within their capabilities, so he led his men to retreat into the refugee group, and the unfortunate unfortunate guy could only bite the poison sac in his mouth to commit suicide and suffer less.