Chapter 326 The Blood of the Cultists
Zoe approached Erwin carefully and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Erwin, why do you think the prince took the initiative to send us out?"
When the prince asked her just now, her mother-in-law directly used her extraordinary ability to pull her, Erwin, Connor and others into the perspective of self-binding.
The guards that the prince brought with him and the specific situation nearby were all fully displayed in front of the few people.
Connor and Erwin discussed it briefly and immediately reached a consensus, suggesting that Zoe agree.
Erwin pouted at the prince who was riding his horse in front of them. "He has decided to leave the Upper City himself. Either the Upper City is more dangerous, or he has a way to solve the rebellion outside. Then there is no reason for us to stay in the mansion."
"But won't it be more dangerous to follow him?" Zoe was a little worried. "He is the lord here. Will he become the primary target of the rebellion?"
"So he must have a very important reason for choosing to leave the upper city. We might as well follow him first if something goes wrong." Erwin's face turned stern, and he pointed to both sides without saying anything.
The number of their crusaders is greater than that of the enemy, and their equipment is far superior. The full body plate armor worn by those knights can withstand swords but not a few bullets. If they really encounter any trouble, they have the initiative.
The prince did not make any small moves and just led the way. Soon they arrived at the junction of the upper city and the outside world.
The so-called upper town is not simply divided into blocks, but is actually separated by a stone wall.
Although the stone wall was not very high, it did divide the city into two unconnected parts.
At this moment, they came to the opening in the wall, where many soldiers were busy dismantling the wall with tools.
"The main entrance has long been blocked by the cultists. If we want to get out smoothly, the fastest way is to temporarily open a hole." The prince pointed at the stone wall with his whip. "Fortunately, this wall is not very strong, so it won't be too difficult to tear it down."
Soon the soldiers pushed down a section of the thin stone wall, revealing a small gap, and Galahad rushed out first.
"Friends of Castel, please follow closely!" The prince also rode his horse to catch up.
Zoe was stunned. “They just knocked down the only wall?”
"The prince has already gone out. This upper city is just a bait to attract the cultists. A bait with flaws is better." A hint of appreciation flashed in Erwin's eyes. "At least it's better than charging directly through the main gate."
There were also many cultists on the streets outside, but they were not gathering here, at least not yet.
When they saw the prince coming out, they rushed over with roars.
Galahad shouted loudly, drew his sword and charged towards the enemy.
Knights admired swordsmanship and martial arts, but they generally used lances on the battlefield. There was no special reason for this, but in the era of cold weapons, the length of weapons was often directly linked to combat effectiveness.
Although Galahad used a sword, the length of the sword was definitely enough to make it a two-handed giant sword. This kind of weapon usually needs to be swung back and forth in a special rhythm when used, using inertia to kill the enemy, and rarely performing precise actions such as blocking and striking - the human wrist cannot bear it.
This is a weapon that is slightly beyond the upper limit of human use and has very limited usage scenarios.
The sword in Galahad's hand is like this. It is nearly two meters long and weighs at least ten kilograms in proportion - this weight makes it difficult to use as a weapon.
But Galahad held it in one hand, as if it were a stick.
The cultists rushed over, armed with simple weapons, sticks, daggers, and the best was a rusty long knife.
The long sword drew a waterfall of blood, and the warhorse crushed the broken limbs and grinded them into meat paste.
He rushed back and forth twice, his sword splitting the flesh and blood, and the cultists were cleared out.
Zoe and the others had just come out at this time. The girl glanced at the blood and flesh on the ground and frowned.
She had seen battlefields much more tragic than this in the deep sea war, but... she looked carefully at the crushed enemy.
They were thin and withered limbs. Their originally numb eyes were aroused with hatred, and they were chopped off and fell to the ground.
A young man, whose body was cut in half and only his upper body was left, lay in a pool of blood. He raised his head and looked at Zoe with angry eyes.
His face still had a hint of childishness, and he was not much older than Zoe. His body was covered in blood, his own blood, the blood of his companions, and the blood of the Blood Harbor.
He tried to stand up, but just fell in a pool of blood. When he lowered his head in confusion, he found that only his chopped internal organs were left of his lower body.
He was stunned for a moment, then grabbed his broken organs with his hands and threw them at the knights.
But before he could let go, a bloody hole appeared on his head.
The prince put down his musket, pulled the reins, and shouted expressionlessly to the back: "Go! Go! Go straight ahead!"
Zoe didn't know how to ride a horse, so old Connor took her on horseback.
She just stared at the body lying on the ground, until the horse rushed into the alley, then she wiped her forehead belatedly.
Bright red blood.
Unlike the monsters in the deep sea, that skinny body actually had such hot and bright blood. As she wiped it, it accidentally flowed into her eyes. She lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, but she couldn't wipe it off.
She looked around in panic. In one eye, she saw a knight in distinctive armor wielding a sword, while in the other eye, she saw only a bloody cultist.
Cultists. They are cultists, but the blood in their thin and sickly bodies is no different from the blood in her delicate and smooth wrists.
They are not monsters, they are people.
Zoe suddenly felt nauseous. She had clearly experienced extremely tragic battlefields and seen monster corpses piled up in the firing holes, but at this moment she began to feel dizzy.
Connor noticed something was wrong with her and grabbed her clothes tightly.
Fortunately, they did not need to fight after entering the alley. The knights leading the way in front were all equipped for horse and carriage. They did not even need to swing their weapons. They just held the reins tightly and the war horses would trample the cultists under their hooves.
The knights in heavy armor moved in the alley like a charging steamroller, crushing everything in front of them into the cracks between the bricks.
Soon, the knights rushed out of the alley.
Erwin glanced at his grandmother, who shook her head. “I can’t move when I’m using my powers.”
After saying that, she looked around and narrowed her eyes: "This side is a bit off. This is not the dock, but closer to the barracks of the Eastern Harbor Guard."
The Crusaders raised their guns silently.
(End of this chapter)
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