Chapter 558 – Recapturing the Lord’s Mansion
Chapter 558 – Recapturing the Lord’s Mansion
Without a doubt, Chief Ford and Supervisor Hayden’s words threw the police and militia into confusion.
Everyone looked at each other in a daze, not knowing how to react, as if they were expecting their companions to give them an idea.
Bilel McReynolds, on the other hand, who was being controlled by Ruth Hayden, looked as if he was dead in the water; his own intimidation had been a last-ditch effort to survive, but instead of frightening those present, he had heard even worse news from old Ford’s lips, that Paul Gleeman was still alive!
By now Bilal McReynolds was in a state of utter collapse! There was one question beating repeatedly in his head: how on earth had the people of the Lords’ House gotten the outside information.
Old Ford and a group of officials from the Council of State nervously looked at the police and militia, the Lord’s House of the guards although elite, but only thirty, and also not fully prepared for the conflict, in the face of the police and militia who have the advantage of the number of people, once the results of the move no one dares to say.
The people were so fearful of the confrontation.
Just then, a resolute voice broke the deadlock.
“I’ll take Chief Ford’s word for it!”
Lucas, who was in the police line, blurted out his judgment.
“I’ve felt for a long time that Captain McReynolds is not normal! Men!”
He stepped out of the ranks and stood in front of all the policemen, facing them squarely, “What are you still hesitating for, Steward Phillip, and there is old Lord Ford, as residents of Lakewood Town you must all know their character, the two of them have served three whole generations of Earl Greiman, so if their words can’t be trusted, who else can be trusted? There is definitely an army led by Lord Schroeder outside the town. What’s more ……”
He glanced at the police detachment commander who had fallen into a state of all-consuming disillusionment.
“Bilel McReynolds has just admitted in person that he and Burgum participated in the rebellion against Count Gleiman, as police officers loyal to Count Gleiman, how can we be in the company of traitors?”
“Yes!” Someone immediately responded, “We absolutely cannot side with traitors.”
Lucas was a bit surprised that it was not his own colleagues who responded to him, but the militia captain, who seemed to be called Zane.
Only to see Zane step forward as well and salute towards Chief Ford, “Lord Chief, please give us orders, just ask for whatever you need us to do.”
But before he could wait for Chief Steward Ford to speak, he raised his hand and turned toward the militia of the village of Tartar and shouted, “Hail Gladman! Long live Arda!”
“Hail Gladman! Long live Arda!” The militia of the village of Tartar responded to Zane, all making their own choices.
“Yes, Bulgan is definitely unpopular!” Possibly infected by the militia’s vigor, the policemen also made their own choices.
“I pledge allegiance to Count Paul Greiman!”
“I have always been loyal to Count Paul Gleiman, all because of MacReynolds’s hoodwinking ……”
Now everyone in the hall drew a line in the sand with the traitor.
“Good!” Old Ford and the others saw that things were moving in the direction they had hoped for, and the hearts they had been lifting in their minds finally dropped.
The Chief Administrator of the Council of State ordered, “Now you’ll be under the unified command of Superintendent Hayden to do a good job of defending this castle. And make a lot of noise so that that traitor Bourgain will know that something has happened in the castle and disturb their military spirit.” Following Chief Ford’s order, everyone immediately took action.
All the combatants – guards, militia, and police, numbering more than two hundred – were divided into several groups by Chief Hayden, and one by one, they were assigned the areas responsible for defense.
The castle gates, which had already been closed, were piled up with another heap of fillings in the doorway-boxes, furniture, sandbags, etc., including Hansel, Bernard, Cecil, and others who took part in carrying them.
Then a gun placed at the castle gate was ignited.
The rumbling of the cannon sent some sort of message into the distance.
……
On the border of Lakemore and Emden, two armies were facing each other.
The side with the largest number of people, probably close to a thousand, and apart from a few knights riding high horses and wearing full armor, most of the rest of the people – supposedly soldiers – were wearing clothes of different colors and styles, the clothes were mostly made of linen, and apart from those knights Apart from the knights, the soldiers had a variety of weapons in their hands, including lances, swords, and even pitchforks, and they were in a loose formation, waving their arms across the street, making all kinds of provocative gestures, and their mouths were full of obscene words.
On the other hand, the side confronting them was also a smaller side, probably less than three hundred in number, but in a neat horizontal formation, with soldiers standing closely side by side, holding muskets loaded with bullets and bayonets, and staring solemnly at the front without a word. In sharp contrast to the noise of the opposite troops, these soldiers did not speak a word, did not exchange words, nor did they whisper. In stark contrast to the cacophony of the troops across the street.
In the open space between the two armies with very different styles, two men on horseback were talking.
“Simply outrageous!”
Earl Bazel questioned Lieutenant Colonel Walton with great anger.
“I was clearly invited in by Lakewood Town to exterminate the bandits, and you …… you even presumed to ignore your own lord’s orders and stopped me here!”
“Earl Bazel! What we have here can be handled by our own army, we don’t need an outside army to come in and help!”
Walton said in an unassuming manner.
“What’s more!” A skeptical look appeared in his eyes, “Are there really any bandits? It can’t be …… you made it up, can it?”
“You …… are bold!” Earl Bazel shouted with a sharp voice, “You …… this …… dare to doubt me!”
If it was in the past, Bazel didn’t even bother to talk to someone like Walton, a district of a guy who only has the title of a knight is also worthy of talking face to face with the honorable count sitting on the saddle like this, it’s really a disgrace.
“I am the Earl of Bazel, a noble of the kingdom, how dare you …… how dare you? This is an insult to me!”
“Listen carefully, Walton! Just a week ago, a group of vicious thugs attacked my territory, killing and setting fires, looting property, and it took a lot of effort to find clues …… that they were from Emden, and Lakewood promised to give me a statement, letting me personally bring my troops in to ferret out these bastards, and I think you should have received the order! ”
Although his mouth said so, Earl Bazel’s heart was beating straight. What’s going on? Didn’t you say you would let me in, how come this Walton is so arrogant?
It can’t be that something has changed with that group of people, right?
(End of chapter)