“How is he?” Tredok, who rushed into the castle and eliminated the remaining enemies, asked the doctor who was dressing Scott's wounds. At this time, Scott was still in a coma due to excessive blood loss. His face was pale and his lips were chapped.
"He lost too much blood and is temporarily in a state of shock." The doctor replied.
"You must treat him well and send you back to the valley as soon as I finish clearing out the remaining enemies." Tredok ordered.
"I will, Sir Treddock."
With that said, Treddock walked towards the outside of the fort.
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"Sir Tredok, these are the prisoners from this attack on the valley. How to deal with them?" As soon as Tredok walked out of the fort gate, the cavalry chasing the remnants of the enemy were already escorting Doyle and several Tyniec squires, whose hands were tied behind him, towards the fort gate. Doyle was seen limping and dragging his thigh with the arrow still inserted, and the bright red blood was still flowing. ~
A moment ago...
Just when Doyle and others were entangled by the group of farmers in the valley, the cavalry of the Wells Corps suddenly appeared in front of them, frightening Doyle's men and ran away, completely ignoring the rest of the people on the wall who were fighting with the farmers in the valley.
Seeing the enemy's cavalry return for reinforcements, Doyle knew that the situation was over, so he took his remaining seven or eight men and ran towards the north of the valley. Seeing this, several other lords quickly followed him and fled away on the ground. The cavalry who pursued them killed several enemy soldiers one after another.
His legs could not outrun the horse's hooves after all. Seeing that the cavalry was about to step on his heels, Doyle jumped into the woods on the roadside, completely ignoring the men behind him who were being chopped down one by one. Because the slope was steep and slippery, he took two steps forward and one step back. Doyle grabbed the tree trunk in front of him, thinking he was saved. Just when he thought he could get rid of these cavalry soon, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh~
Turning around to look over, he saw a heavy armor-piercing arrow deeply embedded in his thigh, causing blood to flow instantly. As soon as Doyle's hand was released, he rolled down the hillside like a shot wild boar, rolling back and forth holding his bleeding thigh. When several other squires and soldiers saw this, they immediately knelt down and held their heads, kowtowing to the pursuing enemy soldiers and begging for mercy... "It seems that you are the guy who led the troops to capture the city of Tyniec, and today he came to attack the valley." Tredok asked Doyle, who was wearing armor and his legs were pale due to excessive bleeding.
"Bah~" Doyle glanced at Treddock, full of disdain and anger.
"Pah~" Tredok raised his right hand and slapped him hard. Doyle's face suddenly swelled up and the corner of his mouth began to bleed~
“Pfft~” A fallen tooth spit out from Doyle’s mouth, “You bastards, give me a hard time if you can!” Doyle yelled while struggling.
At this time, the soldiers supporting each other and the valley peasant soldiers holding short swords slowly surrounded them. Looking at this murderous bastard, they clenched their fists ~
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
The peasants and soldiers roared.
Looking up at the untouchables roaring loudly around him, Doyle's body began to tremble constantly, and the arrogance in his eyes began to slowly dissipate, replaced by a sudden sense of fear...
“Everyone, be quiet,” Tredok signaled for the people to quiet down. “Listen to me, everyone. I understand your mood very well. Even if these evil bastards die a hundred times, they will not be able to relieve the hatred in our hearts. Your Excellency sent me back to support you. We had already told him when we came to the valley that we must find out the origin of this group of people. Your Excellency speculates that this group of people is by no means a simple bandit, but was sent by Thorne's court." Tredok glanced at Doyle, who had disheveled hair and had already lowered his head and said nothing.
"What? Sent by Thorne's court~" the citizens whispered.
"That's right," Tredok continued, "The Welsh Army is in full force in the province of Kodor and will soon reach the city of Kodor."
"Good~"
"Good~"
The people of the valley cheered.
"This bastard is still useful to us now. He must know something about Thorne's court. Therefore, we can't kill this bastard yet. We should bring him back to the valley for trial."
"Since Commander Tredok has spoken, brothers, let's listen to the commander." A disabled veteran of the Welsh Legion on crutches said to a group of surrounding citizens.
"Okay, listen to Commander Tredok."
Tredok walked up to the disabled veteran, put his hand on his shoulder and asked: "You are a former soldier of the Wells Legion."< br/>
"Yes, sir."
"Thanks to you veterans for being here in the valley this time." Tredok looked at the elderly citizens and wounded soldiers around him, and patted the disabled veterans on the shoulders.
“Let me ask you, where is Lord Cooper?” Tredok continued to ask the veteran.
"Replying to the commander, Master Cooper was waiting on the carriage path leading to the valley from Beiguan Military Fort. He said that if the military fort was lost, he would lead the people who volunteered to resist the enemy to protect the safety of Mrs. Lottie and the young master to the death."
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Early this morning, he took the people who volunteered to join the fort defense team and carried sticks and hoes to the dense forest on the roadside. If the enemy breaks through the Beiguan Army Fort and attacks the wooden fort, he will have no choice but to use this old bone to show his determination.
"Master Cooper, someone is coming." An eleven or twelve-year-old child who was secretly observing the end of the road ran towards Cooper carrying a wooden stick.
"Do you see clearly? Are they those gangsters?" Cooper's hand holding the stick couldn't help but tremble. While signaling the group of old guys around him to prepare for "battle".
"It seems to be one of ours." said the child.
"Our people?" Cooper touched the beard on his chin, "Could it be~"
While Cooper was still thinking, that group of people had already appeared in the field of vision of several people.
"Treddock!" Cooper looked at the leader and recognized it at a glance as Terrydock, the company deputy commander of the Wells Legion. After saying that, he led the people around him and ran out of the dense forest.
"Who is it?" Seeing Cooper and others suddenly running out of the dense forest, Tredok had already pulled out the long sword from his waist.
"Treddock, it's me." Cooper waved and walked towards the crowd.
When Qi Duo Ke saw it was the old butler Cooper, he hurriedly greeted him. "Old housekeeper, I've kept you waiting for a long time. Are Mrs. Lottie and the young master okay?"
"It's good to be back, it's good to be back~" Cooper's eyes were filled with tears. "I have settled Mrs. Lottie and the young master. Those bastards can't harm them unless they crawl over my old bones." Cooper said excitedly, hammering his chest.
"Old housekeeper, it's okay now. We have killed that group of bastards. Only a few minions escaped into the dense forest. I have sent people to chase them. The leading bastard was also captured by us." With that, Tredok led Cooper to Doyle.
"Pa~Pa~" Cooper went up and slapped him twice. Doyle, who was tied to the carriage and fell into a semi-conscious state, could not even lift his head. He only coughed twice and a bruise appeared.
"This damn bastard, we must not let him go lightly!" Cooper cursed.
"The old housekeeper is right, but it is still useful for us to keep him for the time being. We should take him back to the valley and imprison him."
“Okay.” Cooper calmed down. He turned around and looked at the soldiers who were guarding Beiguan Army Fort and the garrison from Jushi Town who came to support each other. They were all covered with scars. Cooper sadly wiped away the old tears that had fallen out.
"Old housekeeper, don't be excited. Let's take everyone back to the valley for treatment first, and we'll talk about other things later."
Valley Wooden Castle, when the garrison guarding Beiguan Army Fort and Boulder Town appeared on the road not far from the wooden castle, the remaining residents who were worried that the war would continue to the wooden castle and blocked the door looked out through the windows one by one...
When he saw that the person coming was one of his own, he let go of his worries. They all opened the door and ran outside, looking for their relatives. For a time, noises and cries spread throughout the valley.
The old women who looked at their men's bodies covered with scars cried non-stop, fearing that their men would die in the hands of the gangsters. The women who saw their relatives lying on the carriage pulling the bodies cried heartbreakingly and stamped their feet on their chests. Some children who were only four or five years old held their grandfather's hand and were unwilling to leave for a long time...
In this valley defense battle, the Valley Viscounty gathered a total of more than 300 people. No less than 100 people died on the battlefield, more than 120 people were seriously injured, and the remaining people were slightly injured to varying degrees. This war caused the valley to suffer huge losses, not in terms of money, but in manpower, and the destruction of complete families...
At this time, Lottie, who was standing by the window upstairs in the Lord's Hall of the wooden castle, had already burst into tears. Next to her, little George, accompanied by Camille, was playing with the wooden knight's sword.
Looking at the corpses covered in linen, the valley chiefs with wounds bandaged on their bodies, and the crying women, as the mistress of the valley, Lottie felt that she had to do something~
"Fields of the valley, my relatives," Lottie stood by the window and shouted to the tribesmen downstairs. The weeping women watched the Viscountess upstairs slowly stop her tears.
"As the wife of the Viscount, as the mistress of the valley, and as the mother of a child, I express my deep gratitude for your sacrifice and dedication. Thank you for rushing forward without hesitation to resist the demons of hell for our homeland. Thank you for taking up arms to fight to protect our relatives. Thank you for the blood you shed for the safety of your children and wife." Lottie continued, looking at the people downstairs.
"No one in the Valley Territory will forget you, nor will they forget this damn war. Let us pray in the name of God for the warriors who lost their lives, and pray that their souls can find eternal freedom under the protection of our Lord."
"Amen..."
"Amen..."