Chapter 254 Your Era is Over
Under the dim light, a candlestick was placed on the low wooden table. The light flickered slightly, dispersing the shadows in this secret basement.
The center of the long table is filled with maps, weapons and some handwritten papers.
There are several wooden boxes placed in the corner, filled with armor and crossbow arrows.
Beside the wooden table, the skinny old man in black monk clothes lowered his head, and the blacksmith who rolled up his sleeves to reveal his hairy arms rubbed his hands uneasily.
Several labor representatives were in a corner of the room, communicating in low voices. Standing by the winding staircase, the young people serving as escorts were both nervous and excited.
Sitting in front of the wooden table, Mitny wore hard leather armor and had a long sword hanging on his waist.
The originally round and gentle face looked particularly cold under the firelight, and his sharp eyes did not look like that of a gentle diplomatic envoy.
"You all know the news. According to the plan, tomorrow is the day of action. Rapid City, oh no, the future of Qianhe River Valley will be in our hands."
Everyone present said to each other They looked at each other with fear and excitement in their eyes.
The people present had all made a blood oath together, and each left a blood letter.
For the merchants, craftsmen and citizens of Rapid City, although they have created a lot of wealth, due to the existence of the church, most of the wealth that should belong to them has been misappropriated by the church who got it for nothing.
Although they redeemed their freedom during the Hundred Years' War, they are still restricted by the control of the church.
A free city that has the power to appoint bishops is completely different from one that does not have the power to appoint bishops.
The former is completely autonomous, while the latter only changes from direct affiliation to vassalage, and the sovereignty is still incomplete.
In the history of Horn's previous world, there was no such distinction. However, due to the existence of extraordinary power in this world, it was difficult to capture the city through armed struggle, which resulted in this differentiation.
"Your Excellency Mitternich, we are ready, and the weapons have been distributed long ago." The blacksmith said angrily.
“Very good.”
“Sir, I have notified all those workers.”
“Not bad.”
"Your Excellency." A worker raised his hand and asked, "Why hasn't Lady Catherine come yet?"
Mitny chuckled: "Lady Catherine has gone to do something important... "
The voice gradually became gloomier, Mitnich glanced at everyone present, and said unhurriedly: "That is to catch the traitor, and the list has been reduced to only a few people."
“Who are they?” Blacksmith Petol’s eyes widened, “If he dares to break the blood oath, his soul will go to hell.”
“Our list of traitors has been locked, he Just sit here.”
After half a second of silence in the basement, the chaotic sound of excuses threatened to overturn the basement.
“Don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious, I brought you here just to solve this matter. It’s very easy to find the traitor.
I accidentally leaked a piece of information to everyone here the day before yesterday—— "
Speaking of this, Mitnich glanced at every uneasy face playfully.
“But everyone made small differences, such as small differences in time and place, as long as...”
"Go to hell!"
Before he finished speaking, the old monk who had been napping suddenly jumped out, roared, and rushed towards Sissi in the corner.
He seemed to be trying to capture Sissi as a hostage.
Before his fingertips touched the hem of Sissi's skirt, the blacksmith beside him grabbed his ankle, rounded it and smashed it on the table.
“Cough cough cough cough——” The old monk huddled on the table and coughed violently.
The young workers had not yet reacted: "You, you broke the blood oath, do you know? Are you still from Qianhe River Valley?"
"What Qianhe River Valley person!" The old monk's mouth spilled blood. , roared, "I am the first to graduate from the seminary. If it weren't for the blood of this unclean person, I should have been a bishop long ago. Who is from Qianhe River Valley? Who are you calling Qianhe River Valley people! Who is from Qianhe River Valley!"
< br> Mitnich licked his dry lips, and the two guards immediately stepped forward and held down the old monk's arms.
"So what if you catch me?" Looking around, the old monk smiled wildly, "The bishop and the mayor already know your plan. At dawn tomorrow, you will die."< br>
“My friend.” Sissi raised her foot and stepped on his face, “I have to tell you, it’s tomorrow after midnight.”
"What do you mean?"
"Why do you think that we would still proceed as planned if we knew there was a traitor?"
"It's early morning." Mitnich added.
Almost as soon as they finished speaking, they heard bursts of footsteps above their heads.
In an instant, the old monk's face turned pale. At the guard post in Rapid City, a uniformed city guard was pierced through the chest with an armed sword the moment he changed the guard.
After the whistle mixed with the ordinary birdsong, the ground gradually shook. At the end of the road, groups of cavalry poured out and filed in through the checkpoint of the outpost.
In the armory of Rapid City, the night watch guards were shot down one by one by crossbow arrows, and the sound of corpses plopping to the ground echoed in the night sky.
In the row of stone houses, the lights were on one by one, and pairs of eyes lifted the curtains to look outside. When they saw a man in black with a weapon passing by, they would quickly blow out the candles.
Dark shadows surged in the alleys and streets. The rebels were like beasts emerging from their cages, holding weapons and shouting slogans, and rushed towards the city hall.
The night watch guards also picked up hooked spears and began to fight against these militiamen.
These workers have their own small groups, the wharf workers have the dock gang, and the printing and dyeing workers have the printing and dyeing gang. They usually train at the Megdi Chamber of Commerce in their free time.
The craftsmen are already organized by guilds, and they don’t need the training of dynamic private organizations that help other societies.
The large number of night guards and armored sergeants did not expect that Catherine would launch an early attack. They were scattered in taverns and homes, and were burned and besieged by the rebels.
During the chaotic night of killing, the remaining night watch guards on the City Hall Square were beaten back by the sudden uprising, and finally had to hide in the fortified City Hall.
"Take the cabinet and block the door of that cabinet, you stupid pig who can't understand human language!"
City Speaker Fredian stood in the entrance hall of the city hall, holding a swift foil sword. He screamed and ordered the guards to block the door.
The door, which could be firmly blocked by heavy objects, did not have the effect he expected.
A burning smell suddenly filled the air. Before they could think clearly, violent sound, light and heat burst out from the crack in the door.
“Ah——”
"My hands, my hands are burnt."
The rotten skin and flesh fell off the body surface. The guards covered their eyes, raised their burned and wrinkled arms and wailed and cried.
“Damn it, it’s the wizard’s fireball technique, I’ll just say that little sign is the secret party’s lackey!”
Fredien’s scream could not prevent the door from being breached. After the fireball surgery, the guards were already frightened.
Besides, they are all locals, and they are not temple knights in the church. What kind of fate are they playing for dozens of dinars a month.
"I surrender, I surrender."
"Sir, that is Fredian."
"Sir, look, where is he, don't let him escape."
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They raised their hands, threw away their weapons, and chose to surrender. Many even gave directions to the insurrectionists.
When Catherine, wearing chain mail and leather armor, walked out from behind the door with an armed sword raised, Fredian, whose legs had been broken, was lying on the ground.
With dust stuck to his face, Fredian turned his head with difficulty and looked into Catherine's cold eyes.
"Do you think you have won?" Fredian's hatred turned into substantial black energy, "Lower River County and North Mound County are separated by Upper River County and Mound County. Dejun, you have Hotam County in front of you, and Langsand County behind you. The church and the nobles cannot allow you to overtake the city. You are looking for death."
"Why bother? Come and tell me?" Catherine knelt down and looked down at Fredian as if she were a drowned puppy.
More and more people poured in from the door, looking at the damn speaker who helped the monastery introduce laws and squeezed the citizens.
"Fredien, your rule is over." Standing up, Catherine said coldly, "From now on, Rapid City will be controlled by its true owner."
"It's ridiculous, just wait. When the Church takes its hand, all of you Qianhe Valley people will die!"
"Your Excellency Catherine." Blacksmith Petol limped from a distance carrying the Crow Peck Warhammer. He ran over, covered in blood, but felt no pain or fear at all.
“We have taken over fifteen of the seventeen blocks in Rapid City, leaving only a few hundred armored sergeants using the towers to resist.”
After the blacksmith, there are more Messenger soldiers with Ling Yu came from all directions.
"Your Excellency, Lord Carter has captured the armory."
"Your Excellency, the granary and the Holy See Bank have been captured, and the bankers and accountants are under our control."
"Your Excellency, the monastery has been breached, and only the Temple Knights in the church are still resisting. "
"Catherine, you will regret it, you will regret it," Holt yelled with his teeth on his back, knowing that he had no way to survive.
"It's you who should regret it." She laughed sarcastically twice, stepped on Fredian's back, and Catherine put her sword on his neck and slashed hard.
Blood spurted out, staining Catherine's cheeks red.
"Your time is over!"
(End of this chapter)