I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 367 Riot

The cold wind was like a knife, cutting through the devastated land. With a heavy and compassionate heart, Archduke Hilma slowly stepped out of the heavy gate of the manor. Outside the gate, there was an endless line of refugees, with ragged clothes and haggard faces, as if they were lonely souls crawling out of the abyss of hell. The Archduke walked towards them step by step, and every step he took was on this land ravaged by war, and the sense of responsibility in his heart became heavier.

When the Grand Duke really stood among the refugees and looked into their eyes closely, he saw the abyss-like despair and deep pain in their eyes. These poor people who had lost their homes and loved ones, every weak cry, every helpless look, was like a sharp knife cutting the Grand Duke's heart. What they needed was not just food to sustain their lives, but also the hope to support them to survive in this dark and desperate situation, and the most basic dignity as a human being.

The Grand Duke was deeply moved, and his sense of mission burned like a raging fire. He knew that he had to do his utmost to bring these souls struggling on the brink of life and death back to the world.

After returning to the manor, he immediately summoned all the officials and advisers, and they sat in the ancient meeting hall, with a solemn and depressing atmosphere. They repeatedly discussed and weighed the maps and accounts, and worked out a detailed plan, striving to ensure that every grain of food and every resource could be accurately delivered to the refugees who needed it most.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the Grand Duke, food and daily necessities began to be distributed to the refugees. The refugees held these hard-earned food in their hands, tears of gratitude flashing in their eyes, and expressed their willingness to serve the Grand Duke and the manor, even if it meant going through fire and water. The Grand Duke looked at these people who had rekindled their hope, and his heart was filled with comfort, and he became more determined to work for the welfare of the people.

However, the shadow of war has not completely dissipated, and this land is still shrouded in unknown dangers. The Grand Duke knows that the burden on his shoulders is still heavy, and the road ahead is still full of thorns. He must continue to work hard, actively cooperate with other forces, promote the peace process, create a truly peaceful and prosperous future for his people, and let this land baptized by war regain vitality.

While the Grand Duke was wholeheartedly saving the people, another undercurrent was quietly surging. A group of people with ill intentions, like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, quietly mixed into the refugee group. With ulterior ambitions, they approached the unsuspecting Grand Duke step by step, trying to control the Grand Duke and then control the entire situation.

"Get away from the Grand Duke, now!" A loud shout exploded in the noisy crowd like thunder, instantly making everything around quiet down. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's attention was attracted by this sudden change.

Archduke Hilma had no idea what was happening. He looked up blankly, but was horrified to find that the refugees around him were pouring in like a tide, more and more, as if they were going to swallow him up. Those faces that were originally full of gratitude now became strange and hideous.

"These are all our things. These nobles took them by force. We want to take back everything that belongs to us!" Then, something shocking happened. The refugees, instigated by a small group of people with ulterior motives, started a riot. Angry shouts and chaotic footsteps intertwined, and the situation got out of control in an instant.

"Protect the Grand Duke!" The guards reacted instantly. With their sophisticated equipment, they quickly formed a circle and protected the Grand Duke tightly in the center. However, the number of enemies was too large, and they came in waves like a surging tide. Although the guards fought hard, the defense line of more than a dozen people gradually cracked under this crazy attack, and it was shaky and about to be completely broken.

"Break out, kill them now!" The captain of the guards was extremely anxious. He shouted at the top of his lungs, and the long sword in his hand swung out a cold light. The two bewitched civilians immediately fell in a pool of blood. Seeing this, everyone fled in panic towards the exit.

However, fate seemed to have played a cruel joke on them. When they finally rushed to the exit, they found that it was already blocked by another group of people. These people were holding weapons, and their eyes revealed ferocity and greed. It was obvious that they came prepared. The Grand Duke and his guards were instantly trapped in a desperate situation. They stood back to back, their weapons trembling slightly, and they watched the wolf-like enemies around them vigilantly.

At this critical moment, Archduke Hilma showed extraordinary courage and determination. He stood up straight and shouted loudly: "We can't just sit there and wait for death! Guards, follow me and kill them!" As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the enemy like a brave lion and started a fierce fight with the enemy.

Seeing this, the guards were inspired by the courage of the Grand Duke. They roared and threw themselves into this life-and-death battle without hesitation. Swords clashed, sparks flew, shouts and screams intertwined, and the entire battlefield was plunged into a bloody storm.

After a hard and arduous battle, the Grand Duke and his guards finally fought their way out of the enemy's encirclement. They were ragged, covered in blood and dust, and exhausted, but they dared not relax at all. They dragged their heavy steps and continued to move forward with only one belief in their hearts: to get out of danger as soon as possible and find new hope for this land and people.

In the eyes of Grand Duke Hilma, these people were simply devils crawling out of hell, unforgivable villains. They had betrayed the empire in the shadow of war in order to protect themselves, and now in this chaotic time, they were trying to drag the entire country into an abyss of no return. Their actions were truly unforgivable! Grand Duke Hilma's eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit out fire, staring at the area that had been ruthlessly devoured by the raging fire. The anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, surging and difficult to contain.

"Grand Duke, they are attacking the manor frantically! We must return to defend immediately. Most of them have no weapons or equipment. With our strength, we still have a chance to repel them!" The guard's face was full of anxiety, his eyes fixed on the direction of the manor. That was their habitat, carrying their lives and hopes, it was everything to them.

"That's right, go back and organize defense immediately!" Grand Duke Hilma was extremely anxious. He knew the importance of the manor. It was not only his home, but also a symbol of order and peace on this land. However, when they hurried back anxiously, the scene in front of them made them feel like they were falling into an ice cave. The gate of the manor had been breached, and a large number of brutal thugs rushed in like a surging tide, trampling and destroying everything here.

"Save people! Evacuate!" Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Grand Duke Hilma made a decision in an instant. At this moment, in his mind, protecting his family's safety was the top priority, and other property was like passing clouds and smoke, not worth mentioning. In this chaotic scene with flames soaring into the sky, he was anxious, his eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and he just wanted to take his family away from this dangerous area as soon as possible.

Archduke Hilma and his family, under the desperate protection of the guards, struggled through the ruins and flames of war. Surrounded by explosions and shouts of killing, their footsteps echoed dully on the broken bricks and stones, and every step was filled with unknown dangers and deep uncertainty. Archduke Hilma held his young son's hand tightly, his hands slightly white from the force, and his eyes flashed with determination, as if conveying strength and courage to his family.

"We can't stop. We must find a safe place as soon as possible." Archduke Hilma lowered his voice and spoke hurriedly to his family, with unquestionable firmness in his voice.

After going through untold hardships, they finally arrived at a relatively safe area. Grand Duke Hilma looked around tiredly, and at the scene in front of him, an indescribable grief surged in his heart. The once prosperous and beautiful manor has now become a ruin with broken walls and broken walls. The air is filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, and the broken walls and ruins are looming in the hazy smoke, telling the tragic disaster that has just been experienced. He watched all this silently, his eyes full of sadness and anger, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must make those thugs pay a painful price for their actions.

During the brief respite, Archduke Hilma suppressed his grief and anger, forced himself to calm down, and thought about the next move. He knew that simply escaping would not solve the fundamental problem, and they urgently needed a stronger force to fight these vicious thugs. The actions of these thugs were obviously not just simple looting of supplies, their purpose seemed to be more far-reaching, and there might be a bigger conspiracy behind them. Archduke Hilma's eyes flashed with determination, and he secretly made up his mind that no matter how much it cost, he must find an effective way to fight the thugs.

However, fate always seems to play tricks on people in trouble. Just as Archduke Hilma was immersed in his thoughts, countless torches suddenly lit up around them, and the flickering flames surrounded them. Archduke Hilma widened his eyes in astonishment, and found incredulous that he was intercepted by the mob again.

In the dark night, the feeling of being isolated and helpless came over them like a tide, becoming stronger and stronger. There were only 500 loyal knights around him. Although these knights were brave and fearless, the gap in strength was too great when facing at least 10,000 enemies around them. The Grand Duke looked at the dense crowd around him, like ants, and his heart was instantly shrouded in deep panic, and an unprecedented sense of despair surged in his heart.

"Grand Duke, something is wrong. Their goal seems to be just supplies, but why did they block us? Moreover, how could such a mob intercept us so accurately in advance?" The counselor frowned, revealing deep doubts in his words. He keenly noticed something unusual. The actions of these thugs were so orderly, it was definitely not accidental.

Upon hearing this, Grand Duke Hilma frowned, and he also realized that something was wrong. The thugs' actions were so swift and organized, and it was obvious that they had been carefully planned and premeditated. How could they know their whereabouts so well? Could there be a traitor among them? Grand Duke Hilma felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if a pair of invisible eyes were spying on their every move in the dark.

"Now is not the time to discuss this issue. We must find a way to break out!" Archduke Hilma made a prompt decision. He knew that time was running out and that every second of delay could bring disaster. He could not hesitate any longer. He quickly scanned the surrounding terrain, trying to find a breakthrough point to lead everyone out of danger. However, the enemy's encirclement was impenetrable, like a huge spider web. They seemed to have been prepared for it. Every direction was heavily guarded. It was extremely difficult to break out, and there was almost no hope.

At this critical moment, a young knight stepped forward. He stood tall, with firm courage and fearless determination in his eyes, like a ray of light in the darkness. "Grand Duke, I beg you to let me lead a team of elite soldiers to fight our way out!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it could penetrate the hustle and bustle of the battlefield and reach the hearts of everyone.

The Duke gazed at the young knight, and a feeling of admiration welled up in his heart. He looked at the knight's resolute face and saw hope and courage in his eyes. He knew that the situation was critical at the moment, and the courage and determination of this young knight might be the only hope for everyone's survival.

Without too many words, the Grand Duke tightly grasped the sword in his hand, which flashed coldly in the light of the fire. He said concisely and powerfully: "Kill them." These three words were short but full of the Grand Duke's firm determination and absolute trust in the knights. They were like a horn that pierced the darkness and injected strength into everyone.

The knight stood at the edge of the battlefield, surrounded by thick and pungent gunpowder smoke, which almost choked him. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently, trying to calm the tension and excitement in his heart. Then, he slowly turned around, with a sharp gaze, scanning his comrades who fought side by side. Some of these people had young faces, but fearlessness in their eyes; some had experienced many vicissitudes of life, and their faces were full of determination. They were partners who shared life and death, and at this moment, they were waiting for his order.