After Becoming The Tyrant CH 150 Guarding Koszoya
The sound of the horns echoed over Koszoya Harbor, all the horns sounded at the same time. The peace and tranquility were shattered by the harsh and sharp sound of the horns, and an ominous omen hung over the city. Blacksmiths, sailors, carpenters, men, women, elderly and children...all of them were unsettled by the sound of the horns.
"What is it?"
The woman who managed to put away the clothes to dry before the rainstorm asked her husband in panic.
"Something happened."
The husband, who was a member of the City Self-Defense Force, suddenly got up. He grabbed the sword hanging on the wall and was about to walk out the door.
"Russ!"
The woman shouted.
"Close the door! Hide!"
The rumbling noise was like the thunder before the rainstorm, covering the sky and covering the earth. Among these loud noises, there was the sound of a roof being smashed by a huge boulder somewhere. The window was flickering, and arrows with long tails of fire roared past.
"Mom! Mom, I'm scared!"
The little boy with an apple face grabbed his mother's clothes with a crying voice.
"Anthony, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
The little girl who was a few years older than her brother already understood the meaning of the horns sounding. Her eyes were red, and she hugged her younger brother tightly, pressing his head into her chest, preventing him from seeing the raining fire outside the window.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
A fire cannon thrown into the city by a trebuchet crashed down. Amidst the screams of her mother, the girl raised her head, the roof was broken, and the burning stone had fallen among dust and debris.
"Sally!!"
"Resist! Resist! No one is f**king allowed to retreat!"
Patriarch Dawson was running around on the city wall, hissing and shouting.
He watched in horror at the countless fleets that appeared on the sea, so densely packed that it was impossible to count how many there were. The white cross flag was hoisted on the front warship which was visible for all to see. He was one of the former leaders of the Five Port Alliance, and now the leader of the Free Chamber of Commerce. He knew the ships as well as a woman knew her own face.
The tonnage of each of the warships at the forefront was more than 600 tons, and the three main ships at the forefront were likely to reach 1,000 tons.
That was the legendary Holy Court warship.
Except for a behemoth like the Holy Court, which had a millenium of savings, no country had the ability to build such a big warship!
A warship with three masts and multiple sails broke through the waves on the sea, full of heavily armed soldiers.
"What the hell is that?"
Patriarch Dawson couldn't help cursing after seeing the device on the warship clearly.
On the Holy Court warships at the front, there were huge machine crossbows, and those mechanisms were shining coldly in the sun. A dozen soldiers turned it, and a fiery arrow that was almost equivalent to city-breaking siege machine roared out, with a range far beyond human imagination. The solid city walls collapsed one by one under such huge iron spears, me alone the ordinary merchant ships whose tonnage was much smaller than the Holy Court warships!
"We can't hold on!"
Madam Venomous Spider's face was scratched by a fire arrow, and she found Patriarch Dawson who was directing the soldiers to fight back.
"We can't hold on!! We... let's surrender!"
Outside the pier, the Walway pirates in the harbor rushed over with their warships, and large-tonnage merchant ships rushed out after them. The difference in the numbers of the two sides was almost by a hundred times. The flames continued, one after another, and the warships burned. The agility of the Walway pirates lost its meaning at this time.
The entire surface of the sea was densely packed with enemy warships, as if ships from the entire world except Legrand had gathered here.
This was an overwhelming comparison in terms of numbers.
The first three Holy Court warships with a tonnage of over a thousand were like tiger sharks rushing into a school of fish. Wherever they passed, all Koszoya's merchant ships were easily overturned by them. The sea water swallowed these merchant ships little by little, and the Legrand sailors on the ship struggled and shouted on the sea, some waved flags, and surrendered in tears for help.
What greeted them was a rain of arrows.
The Walway pirates jumped up from the sea, climbed onto the enemy's warship, and roared their fight with the hundreds of thousands of enemies. On the deck, the heavily armed knights raised their bows and arrows.
Corpses were thrown from the ships one after another. The ships burned, and the sea turned red. It was hard to tell whether it was fire or blood.
"Surrender! If we don't surrender, the entire Koszoya will die!"
Madam Venomous Spider yelled at Dawson and the mayor.
According to the war practice of this era, if the side defending the city surrendered without resistance, the victor would not be allowed to plunder. If the side defending the city desperately resisted, the victor would plunder and even... massacre the city after the city was broken!
A fireball flew over their heads and hit the tower on the city wall.
Patriarch Dawson pulled Madam Venomous Spider over, raised his shield with one hand, and blocked the stones that fell from overhead.
"Surrender?! Damn it, these bastards have no intention of letting us surrender!"
He dragged Madam Venomous Spider to a safer place, shouted at the top of his voice, and pointed to the warship in the harbor.
"They're here to plunder! They don't accept surrender at all!"
The mayor's face was pale.
After realizing that it was absolutely impossible to resist the attack of such a huge army, he hoisted a white flag on the tower.
Only for a huge boulder to knock it down the tower.
They didn't accept surrender at all!
………………
"Koszoya, the city of gold in Legrand."
On the sea, behind many battleships, Earl Verduin on a command ship looked at the city of Koszoya in the flames, and saw the tower with the white flag falling down.
Verduin was the person in charge of the countries of the Abyss Strait Alliance that was responsible for transporting the Holy Legion by sea. He was well aware of why the alliance of small countries along the Abyss Strait was so enthusiastically participating in this Holy Legion Movement. Talk about "recovering the glory of the Lord" and "purging heresy" were nothing but high-sounding excuses.
The reason why the Abyss Strait Alliance was willing to contribute so much to the transportation of the Holy Legion was because Legrand merchants have always been strong competitors of the Abyss Strait Alliance in the trade around the Abyss Strait and Hopeless Inner Sea areas. When the Five Port Alliance was yet to be replaced by the Free Chamber of Commerce, the Five Port Alliance relied on the secret support of the Holy Court and almost pushed the Abyss Strait Alliance out of the trade in the area.
For such a purpose, Verduin was of course not willing to accept Koszoya's surrender.
However, he was still slightly taken aback when he saw that Koszoya's lowered flag was shot down.
He was not qualified to make this order.
After thinking about it, Verduin quickly understood why——none of the troops who arrived here wanted to accept Koszoya's surrender.
Fanatics would come here because of the instigation of the Holy Court and the so-called will of the Holy Lord, but more people came here for profit. The Abyss Strait Alliance was eager to fight against its competitors, and other countries also wanted to tear a piece of flesh and blood from the Legrand Empire. Landless knights and poor peasants and serfs sought to enrich themselves through plunder.
No one would accept Koszoya's surrender.
The three main battleships of the Holy Court sailed into the harbor, followed by more ships. The city gate was smashed open, and the soldiers scrambled to get off the ships, flooding into the city of Koszoya, which had been opened by the flames of war.
"Charge! Kill!"
It was a carnival for murderers and villains.
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"Sally!"
The boy Anthony curled up in the cabinet of the room, his eyes tightly closed.
The mother hid the boy in the cabinet, and stared at the floor of the room through the crack of the cabinet door. The blood flowed little by little, staining a pair of small gray shoes red. That was her Sally, her Sally subconsciously pushed her brother away the moment the fire cannon fell.
"Sally!"
The boy called his sister's name in a sob, and his mother covered his mouth with her hand.
The wooden door was kicked open, and soldiers in armor and holding swords rushed in. Pots and pans were thrown on the ground and smashed, and all valuables were taken away and scraped clean.
A soldier stepped on the girl's blood on the ground, walked towards the cabinet, and pulled it open.
Blood.
There was blood everywhere.
In order to protect his wife, a blacksmith pulled out a red iron bar from the stove and plunged it into the enemy's lower abdomen. Another Holy Legion knight from the Abyss Strait Alliance stabbed him in the chest with a knife. A half-grown boy clumsily lifted a plank to protect his younger sister, and an old blind man hugged his granddaughter tightly…
The war horses trampled past, and the sky and the earth were colored in blood.
Crazy, crazy, this world was crazy.
The elegant and handsome Patriarch Dawson wore an ill-fitting armor and fought hard on the streets with a sword in both hands. He walked through the streets and called all the men of the city at the top of his voice:
"Guard Koszoya! Guard our brothers and sisters! Guard our wives, children, and parents!"
"Guard Legrand!"
People were fighting on the streets, and enemies poured into the city like sand and sea.
All the merchant ships on the pier had already been ignited, and the fire burned from the sea into the city wall. For thousands of years, Koszoya, a city where merchant ships used to come and go, and gold flowed in the merchant ship's net, was burning in flames.
On a street full of corpses, a child stood in the center of the street holding a doll in her arms.
Dawson passed by covered in blood. He reined in his horse and yelled at the child, "Hide! Hide!"
The sound of a bowstring being pulled was heard.
The child looked up and saw the arrow protruding from the throat of the man in armor talking to her, and she began to howl. The man fell off the horse, and blood gushed from his throat. He looked at the child and said vaguely: "...Hide...hide..."
In the distance, there were still people shouting loudly:
"Guard Legrand!"
"Guarding Koszoya..."
"Here's what they say: Let those who have recently been hired for meager wages, receive their eternal rewards. Let those who are worn out, work for their eternal rewards. What can I say? The misfortune on one side will turn into joy on the other, poverty on this side will turn into wealth on the other…
So tens of thousands of people armed themselves and flocked here, to Koszoya.
...and here I am now, with the dead covering up to my ankles.
What else can I say?
They don't even spare women and children!"
The last Koszoya poet wrote his last words on the wall with blood and grief.
This world had gone crazy.
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In Koszoya Bay, on the command ship of the Holy Legion of the Sea.
The captain's reception room was magnificently decorated, and the candles on the silver candlesticks were misty like clouds. Senior military officers and nobles who participated in the war sat down on both sides of the long table, and musicians played music amidst the sound of rumbling cannons.
The storm just passed, everything went well, it was a fine weather.
Everyone on both sides of the long table raised their glasses:
"To the Holy Lord, cheers!"
"For the glory, cheers!"
Cheers! ! !