A door and several windows of the residence have been sealed tightly with wooden boards and iron nails. Thick smoke filled the house so that everyone could not open their eyes. The violent coughing made the heart and lungs almost bleed.
The leading baron of the Western Border Army thought that the people who invaded Wincheston Manor would negotiate with him, but he did not expect that the other party wanted to kill him. He panicked. His fear of dying would not be alleviated in the slightest because of his status as a baron.
The more than forty border soldiers who retreated in the house were also panicked. They kept hacking at the walls of the houses with their weapons in an attempt to find a way to escape, but the place they chose to retreat was indeed strong.
"Sir, what should I do? I can't get out!!!" A leading knight covered his mouth and nose with a piece of rag, and the buzzing tone was filled with uncontrollable fear.
"Surrender! Hurry up and shout surrender! If it's too late, they'll all be burned to death!" Connor could no longer take dignity into account at this time and directly ordered to abandon his weapons and surrender.
"We surrender! Surrender." The leading knight shouted loudly at the closed door, but there was no response from the outside. The thick smoke slowly stopped filling the air, but the deathly tongues of fire kept licking into the house through the cracks in the door and wall.
Hurry, let's shout surrender together, shout together!"
Hunted with tragic screams, waves of calls for surrender came from the houses that had been engulfed in flames.
"Sir Tuba, those bastards want to surrender, should we ask the brothers to put out the fire?" The guard of the first flag squadron of the second company said to the flag captain Tuba, listening to the piercing screams in the sea of fire.
Tuba held his hands and looked at the spreading fire coldly, and said calmly: "Let the fire burn for a while before you open the front door. You must let these bastards know the consequences of standing opposite the Wells Army."
The border soldiers who were roasted into burning men abandoned their weapons and rushed out of the sea of fire. They ran into an open space surrounded by dozens of soldiers and took a big breath of fresh air. Several soldiers who had been attracted by the flames were rolling on the ground while running out of the sea of fire.
“Tie them all up!” The dozens of soldiers who surrounded them took off the cowhide ropes from their waists, ran to the field, tied up all the thirty or so Western border soldiers who had escaped from the fire, and then escorted them to the open space outside the manor, along with those who had already The surrendered Dean's private guards were screened and killed one by one...
While the group of border troops in the Western Region were burned by fireworks and surrendered, the Dean father and son in the lord's mansion of Wincheston Manor were still resisting.
The lord's mansion of Wincheston Manor was originally just a small stone castle, but after Dean and his son took over the manor, they spent a lot of money to strengthen and expand it, and fully repaired the defense of the manor. The original small stone castle has been expanded several times. Not only has the area increased, but the walls have also been thickened. An iron fence and a giant oak door inlaid with iron have been added to the gate. Therefore, the firewood piled outside the castle could not pose a fatal threat to Dean and his son and a dozen elite guards who were stationed in the stone castle mansion for a while.
Furthermore, those elite guards had seen that the peasant soldiers and border troops who had surrendered outside the manor were being screened and slaughtered. They knew that even if they did too much evil and surrendered, they would not escape death, so most of the guards could not hold on with the intention of dying.
The stubborn persistence of most of the guards does not mean that all the guards are loyal to Dean and his son.
There are two smart guards who know that the main targets of the enemies outside the stone castle are Dean and his son, so as long as they can get the heads of Dean and his son, they may not only get a chance to survive, but they may also be able to exchange for a large reward.
Him of evil thoughts, the eyes of the two guards looking at Dean and his son changed.
The two guards sneaked to the first floor of the stone castle and connected with the other two guards who had made good friends. They inadvertently approached Dean and his son and started taking action.
Behind the stacked wall of the top tower of the stone castle, old Dean held a strung crossbow in his right hand and looked anxiously in the direction of the county town of Tyniec. The county town was only a dozen miles away. A whole day had passed since Dean and his son sent someone to secretly warn them, and the county garrison should have crawled to Wincheston.
Once the county soldiers come to the rescue, Dean and his son will at least have a chance to survive.
While Old Dean was looking anxiously, Dean kept pacing back and forth, looking down from the crenel at the increasingly fierce firewood from time to time. The besieging enemy troops were still collecting firewood from all over the manor and stacking it around the stone castle.
"Dean, can you stop wandering around!" Old Dean finally couldn't help but yelled at Dean.
The panic-stricken Dean was awakened by an angry shout, and his dazzling eyes gathered some energy, "Father, has that bastard Pierre been bribed too? Why hasn't he come to save us?"
Old Dean did not answer Dean's question. At this time, he was already desperate. He had conspired and defeated countless opponents in his life, but no strategy could withstand the force of force. Moreover, his opponent had cut off all his own ways of survival.
"Master, why don't we open the door and surrender. Giving them enough money may allow them to let us live." The oldest and most trusted guard leader of the Dean family made the suggestion that surrender should be paid for with life.
"Master, let's surrender. Surrendering may be a way to survive. If the fire burns for a long time, we will all be roasted pigs!" Another close guard also echoed.
Old Dean was instantly furious. He raised the crossbow in his hand and pointed it at the guard who persuaded him to surrender, "Surrender? Do you think those black-robed bastards are kind-hearted people? To surrender at this time is to die!"
"Yes! We will not surrender! We will follow the master and the young master to the death!" A guard who had just come up from downstairs pulled out the sword on his waist and pointed it directly at the guard leader who proposed to surrender, and then moved closer to Dean and his son little by little. Several other people also drew their swords and pointed them at another guard who agreed and several of his men.
"Don't worry, sir, we will fight for you to the last moment and shed the last drop of blood!" The sword-wielding guard approached Old Dean step by step, but his eyes were a little wandering.
Dean also immediately drew out his weapon and pointed it at the guards who had surrendered from the two systems.
"Master, Master! I have protected you all my life, don't you believe me! If you stay, you will definitely be burned to death. If you open the door and surrender, you may be able to pray for God's blessing..."
“You coward, you are clearly making an excuse because you are afraid of death.” The sword-wielding guard was getting closer and closer to Old Dean, and his pace became more and more unsteady. He slowly put his other hand towards his waist.
Old Dean stared at the guard leader who had followed him all his life with mixed emotions. There was indeed no trace of greed for life or fear of death in the leader's eyes.
Old Dean lowered his head and allowed himself to struggle in his heart. When he raised his head, he happened to catch a glimpse of the guard who was looking closer and closer and touched the dagger at his waist with his other hand.
Bang~
Old Dean raised his hand, pointed the crossbow at the guard approaching him, and pulled the trigger.
Poof~
The crossbow arrow pierced the back of the guard's heart, and he collapsed to the ground, still holding a dagger in his left hand.
The sudden crisis left everyone behind the tower walls unable to react. Three other sword-wielding guards instantly rushed to the side of Dean, the palace guard knight behind him. One person put his sword on Dean's neck, and the other two held swords to guard both sides.
"Brothers, you can't escape! Kill Dean and his son in exchange for a life. The people downstairs just want the lives of Dean and his son!" The guard who threatened Dean opened his eyes wide and looked at the Dean family guards who were surrounding him with their swords drawn.
The two sides were facing each other like this.
Boom!
There was a crisp sound of the hand crossbow string being tightened, and a crossbow arrow was nailed into the head of the guard who was holding Dean hostage. His head was flicked by the crossbow arrow with great force, and he looked up at the sky, and then suddenly collapsed.
The air condensed again, and everyone slowly turned their heads and looked at the crossbow in Old Dean's hand that had been emptied of the arrow slot.
"Kill them!" Old Dean gave an order to the guard leader. The guard leader raised his weapon and pounced on the other two people standing in front of Dean. Before the two people could react, their heads were missing.
Old Dean's arm that raised the crossbow suddenly loosened, and the crossbow fell to the ground. He said in despair to the guard leader who had just proposed to surrender: "Tell the enemy downstairs that Dean and his son are willing to surrender..."
...
A moment later, the messenger of the first company ran back to the command camp outside the manor and said to Odo and Angus: "Two adjutants, the Deans offered to open the door and surrender. They are willing to give us half a million pfennigs for military expenses and give up the Dean family's military expenses. All the trade routes, fleets and southern goods sales markets under our jurisdiction are willing to become a retainer under the Lord and swear allegiance to the Baron."
Otto and Angus smiled at each other after hearing this. Until now, Dean and his son still feel lucky.
"Let the soldiers stop setting fires." Odo said to the messenger, then stood up and held the hilt of the sword at his waist and said to Angus: "Sergeant Major, I will wait here while you go to greet the surrender of Dean and his son."
Angus sneered and said to Ron, who had just returned from supervising the battle: "Sir Ron, prepare to see Dean and his son off."
Ron nodded lightly and went to prepare himself.
Angus led several guards into the smoke-filled Wincheston Manor and came to the foot of the stone castle where the lord's mansion was located. The soldiers were clearing the firewood at the gate of the stone castle.
After the firewood was cleared to reveal the stone castle gate, the second giant oak door was pushed open but the first iron fence was still blocking it. Old Dean appeared behind the iron fence under the cover of almost a shield guard.
"Fellow warriors, I am Old Dean. I request to meet Baron Art and surrender to the Baron in person." Old Dean called towards the door.
Angus glanced at Colin, who was responsible for the attack. Colin nodded and said there was no problem.
Angus replied: "My lord is in the camp. If Master Dean wants to surrender, he should go to the camp in person to see you."
"I am Angus Doyle, the leading baron under the command of Baron Art Wood Wells of the Palace Frontier. On behalf of the baron, I accept your surrender." Angus's tone did not allow any room for negotiation.
"No! I ask the Baron to personally accept my surrender." Old Dean struggled at the end.
Angus stopped talking to Old Dean and shouted an order to Colin, the captain of the first flag of the first company beside him: "The bandit leader Dean and his son once again refused to surrender to the palace's southern patrol officer and continue to attack!"
After saying this, he planned to leave with Odo.
Old Dean saw the visitor leaving and the enemy soldiers started to pile firewood again, and quickly shouted: "Lord Angus!! We are willing to go out and kneel to see the Baron!"
Angus froze and turned back, "Put down your weapons, don't do this Don't let my soldiers misunderstand any move. "
The iron fence of the stone castle was slowly pulled up by the people inside, and the figures of Dean and his son walked out of the stone castle. The guards of the Dean family dropped their weapons and shields, but several of them still guarded Dean and his son.
"Master Dean, Sir Dean, please come with me. Your terms are of interest to my family. If you can satisfy my family, you may be able to save your life."
Of course, it was impossible for Dean and his son to believe that Art would let him and his son off easily. He just hoped to delay for a little longer so that his backers could have enough time to save themselves.
Dean and his son walked towards the tent outside the manor under the protection of two loyal guards, with more than twenty armored soldiers guarding them around them.
Arrived in front of the tent, Ron was waiting at the tent door and made a "please" gesture to Dean and his son, "My master is waiting for you and his son inside, and the rest of us are waiting outside the tent!"
"We have to follow the master and the young master in!" a guard said loudly.
Angus nodded, Ron got out of the way, and Dean and his son and two guards walked into the camp.
“You are not Baron Art!” Old Dean exclaimed as he looked at Odo who was sitting in the camp leader’s seat.
But what answered Dean and his son's surprised question was the sound of a crossbow firing and the crack of an arrow entering flesh.
Dean and his son, together with two loyal guards, were shot to death in the command camp of the Welsh Army.