Chapter 381 The Massacre in the Manure Pit
The bustling banquet hall was no longer its former glory, with hundreds of nobles from Jinhe Township sitting at the long table.
The flute chirped happily, the trumpet made an undulating trill, and the dancers showed off their graceful figures in the dance.
The armed peasant girls who were plundered from nearby farms put crude powder on their faces and toasted to these powerful men in a flattering manner during the banquet.
But what is different from the past is that these nobles, who are so noble that they seem to have no worries, are all absent-minded today.
It was obviously a lively banquet, but the atmosphere there seemed to be so cold that water could condense.
They raised their glasses dryly and said nonsensical toasts, but there was no look of joy on their faces.
Only a few mengzi who drank freely were still singing loudly and stretching their hands into the collars of the dancers.
"Hey, why don't you drink?" A Mengzi noble burped and poured wine into the cup of an injured noble, "Drink."
" If you don't want to drink, don't drink." The nobleman pushed the wine glass aside and said in disgust.
He was not in the mood to drink, and until now he still couldn't believe that they were defeated.
An army of ten thousand people, composed of thousands of infantry, thousands of extraordinary knights and cannon fodder peasant soldiers, was actually defeated by less than six thousand peasants.
Even the monks' magic has no effect on the devil's blunderbuss. The evil devil's wind blows anyway.
The three hundred Cossack knights were all destroyed.
Of the four hundred extraordinary knights who went on the expedition, only a hundred came back.
The Archbishop of Jinhe Township was arrested, Earl Zelaken was arrested, and Knight Niedersall committed suicide by drinking poison.
This humiliating defeat in Montenegro has become the biggest topic in the aristocratic society of Jinhe Township in the past two days.
Although everyone said before the dinner that they would not talk about the war, when they looked at each other, they seemed to have no interest in talking about anything else.
So most of the nobles talked here and there, or simply sat in silence.
However, some nobles noticed something very interesting.
When they originally held a noble dinner, most of the people present were French and Leian people, and it was estimated that only one-fifth of the nobles were of Cushian origin.
After this battle, various noble families suffered heavy losses, but the strength of the Kush knights was well preserved. The Kush nobles present accounted for more than one-third of the total number.
In terms of the number of knights alone, for a long time to come, the Kushite knights led by the Alcor family had the upper hand.
Damn it, the original Arco family was just a small branch of the Kush family. Within three generations, it actually became the leading noble family in Jinhe Township.
Thinking of this, most people turned their eyes to the dozing old woman, Vivian Christie Alco.
"Let's have a drink." At the edge of the hall, the noble Jiu Mengzi was still harassing the injured nobleman at the same table.
“Oh, I’m not in the mood.”
“If you’re not in the mood, you have to drink more. After drinking, you’ll feel better.”
“In a good mood? You rotten drunkard, who? I'm in a good mood with you." Annoyed by the drunken noble, the injured noble kicked him over.
Under the disbelieving gaze of the drunken noble, he stood up angrily and shouted to all the nobles present: "Can you say something? Lose to Joan of Arc first, then Pavia to Mongolia. Cruz, if he loses to Montenegro, he will not lose again.”
"But from another aspect, we are all nobles. With our intelligence and wisdom, we should prepare for war as soon as possible, not necessarily next time..."
"Oh, the Holy Lord has blessed us, and we have every advantage in Montenegro." If we can’t win, can you promise me that we can win next time?” Another nobleman, whose face was wrapped in gauze and whose mouth was penetrated by a lead, said in a sinister tone, “It’s very blue.”
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"Anyway, I tried my best and got injured. I have completed my military service of forty days a year. This is your business."
>"If you win, what will happen next?"
"My fault? Are you saying it's our fault?" The shameless noble slapped the table, causing the plates, cutlery and forks on the table to jump. "Fart! Why don't you dare to fight with the Salvation Army?" What about a battle? You go back and say it's our fault."
Immediately, some Leia nobles shouted: "As expected of the French, Leia's rabbit went to France. Landu is the number one warrior in the kingdom.”
“You keep scolding me!” The French nobleman blushed and took off his gloves, “Do you dare to come out and challenge me?”
"Quiet, quiet!" In the end, it was Domenico who started, leading these old nobles to suppress the quarreling nobles.
In the glare of each other, an old and kind voice sounded.
"Old foolish woman, I have an immature suggestion." The old grandmother stood up tremblingly on crutches, "Now that the Salvation Army is powerful, instead of confronting it head-on, how about we learn from the strategy of the Bear Castle leader?"
The nobles recalled the so-called strategy of leading the Bear Castle, and there were expressions of surprise on their faces.
The so-called Bear Castle Territory’s strategy is that in the early stages of the Hundred Years War, the Bear Castle Territory was once captured by the royal court.
The local nobles converted to the Immortal Lord one after another, became tax collectors for the royal court, and even took the opportunity to annex small lords and small tribes.
But then the royal court gradually became weak, and the local nobles immediately rose up and overthrew the local vampire regime.
The banner they gave themselves was "Fake conversions, only to regret it later."
Although the old lady is a Norn from the Iron Sword Territory, she is still very clear about the dark history of the people of Fort Bear.
“You mean, pretending to submit, only to regret it in the future?” A Leia knight asked with disdain, “Old lady, this is not the Bear Castle or the iron land in the alien land. Sword Leader." "Why not? The Salvation Army must go to rescue Rapid City, and we can gather strength during this period."
"Yes, we Jinhe. The township is the first line of defense against Black Snake Bay. If the Salvation Army and Black Snake Bay merge, the consequences will be disastrous.”
"Aren't you just afraid of the Salvation Army? Cowards! Unclean ones!"
"Who are you calling a coward? Hum (inhale), who are you calling a coward!"
Originally this idea was just a small thought. Discussions took place on a large scale, and almost all the nobles joined in by adding fuel to the fire.
In some areas, fights and personal attacks have even begun, otherwise they are often making history.
The whole hall was as noisy as an early morning fruit and vegetable market, with people yelling, smashing tables, crying, and tearing clothes. It was more chaotic than a village meeting.
The nobles' hair was all messed up, and their fine gowns were torn loose and hung on their shoulders, exposing their hairy chests and half of their pink and white shoulders.
The original band was frightened, and the dancers and maids huddled in the corner, trembling and looking at everything in front of them.
Many girls stared blankly at the scene in front of them, which was inconsistent with their impressions.
You know, according to their sisters and mothers, these nobles would talk politely and dine quietly. It was not until after the meal that they would show their rude side and put their hands into their clothes.
If you are lucky, you can spend a night with a noble nobleman and become pregnant with the nobleman's heir.
But today, it seems that the nobles are no different from bandits and robbers, even more chaotic and rude.
The old lady sighed helplessly and contemptuously, wrapped herself in a blanket and cloak, then walked out of the banquet hall on crutches.
Domenico and other Kush nobles next to him immediately stepped forward to help him. Seeing that the elders had left, the remaining Kush nobles stood up and walked out.
Some nobles who agreed with the old grandmother's idea also stood up and followed the old grandmother.
In the end, only about one-third of the nobles were left in the entire banquet hall.
The quarreling gradually stopped and was replaced by the sound of doors opening and closing.
All the opponents in the quarrel were gone, and only these forty or fifty people were left. Naturally, there was nothing to argue about.
The hall fell into an eerie silence, people sat dryly, and no one thought to ask the band to play again.
Looking at this dull atmosphere, an old nobleman shook his head helplessly: "Now that the matter is over, let's eat first and serve the food!"
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"Grandma, do we really want to regret it every day?" Domenico asked hesitantly, following the old grandmother who was walking quickly but with shaky steps.
The old grandmother turned around casually: "Loyalty is the cloak of interests. The clothes are not important, but who wears them is important."
Seeing Domenico's relaxed and watery eyes, the old grandmother Grandma missed her illegitimate grandson Bernardo who died in Pavia more and more.
"As long as he can free us Kushites, I will remain loyal until one day he can't."
Use the plainest language possible to Domeni Co explained the principle behind it, and the old grandmother continued walking down the mountain regardless of whether he understood it or not.
Domenico, like his two good brothers (Pelini and Enrico), basically cannot understand the complex calculations of his old grandmother, and his simple brain is not prepared to listen more.
Chasing after the old grandmother, Domenico asked what he was worried about: "What should these nobles do next?"
The old grandmother seemed not to have heard, Still moving forward slowly but really quickly.
Domenico thought that the old grandmother was too old and didn’t hear it, so he increased the volume by two decibels and shouted loudly next to the old grandmother: "Old! Grandma! Mother! Next! What should these nobles do?”
The old grandmother was frightened and hit her with the cane: “Are you going to die? I’m not deaf yet.”< br>
"But you don't answer me." Domenico followed behind him, but before he could ask clearly, he heard a strange explosion.
The moment he turned his head, his eyes widened in horror.
Black smoke mixed with fire came out of the courtyard on the hill, and the solid wooden courtyard collapsed.
In mid-air, cups, wine, pots and dishes were flying wildly, wooden boards and seats collided with each other. The nobles opened their mouths wide and fell from the second floor, letting out bewildered howls from their mouths.
Yellow and green liquid water columns rose, and dozens of nobles all fell into the pit below the courtyard. At some point, hundreds of extraordinary infantrymen emerged from all around.
They stood on the edge of the cesspit, holding up their spears and boring machines, and stabbed and knocked down the nobles who tried to climb up one by one.
The flag representing Domenico was flying, and under the flag dozens of extraordinary knights of the Arco family stood aside holding longbows.
Occasionally, nobles would break through the blockade and climb ashore, but they would be shot down with arrows.
Pointing to the courtyard with his index finger trembling, Domenico turned his head stiffly and looked at the kind and calm face of the old lady.
The old lady walked down without looking back, and her kind voice echoed in Domenico's ears.
"When did they get the illusion that they could choose sides?"
(End of this chapter)