Mitzkevich and Natalie climbed a hill together. From there, they could see the situation of the town clearly.


    Under the leadership of the mayor, King kazimiz''s car and the residents of the town have entered the forest. In the depths of the forest, there are several wooden houses built by hunters and oil refiners to shelter from the wind and rain.


    Natalie and mitskovich had been at the back, but when she escorted the car to the cabin, Natalie turned back without saying a word. Yanushi, who was eager for her daughter, hurriedly sent mitskovich to follow.


    Natalie''s horse is fast. At first, mitzkevich could only follow far behind. Fortunately, the dense woods slowed down the speed of the mount, so that mitzkevich didn''t lose it. Along the way, mitzkevich was worried. He was afraid that Natalie could not think of going back to town and fighting with the German mercenaries, which was tantamount to hitting the stone with an egg.


    But obviously, mitzkevich''s worry is superfluous. Natalie just climbed up the hill and looked out at the town.


    "Miss?" mitzkevich called softly as he rode to Natalie''s left.


    Natalie looked ahead and turned a deaf ear to mitzkevich''s cry.


    "Little..." mizkevich shouted again.


    At this time, the residual light of mitzkevich''s eyes swept to the east of the town, and a thin black line appeared on the horizon.


    The black line is getting closer and more obvious from the town. First, it was straight like an earthworm, and then the head of the earthworm spread out and approached the town like tentacles.


    Mitzkevich''s eyesight is excellent. He has come out easily. The first are several long gunmen in Germanic mercenary uniforms.


    "Mitzkevich," Natalie cried suddenly.


    "Yes, miss."


    "Mitzkevich, take a closer look. See how these robbers ravaged our country and our home." Natalie''s voice was filled with grief and anger.


    Natalie doesn''t blame her father for abandoning the town. As an adviser to the king, her father must consider the safety of the king and queen; King kazimiz is not wrong. The king has the responsibility of the king. He has done his duty by retreating with the residents of the town.


    Everything is the fault of the aggressor.


    Mitzkevich understood why Natalie had to return. He fixed his eyes at the foot of the mountain and watched the German robbers enter the town.


    At first, the robbers were careful. They were scattered in battle formation for fear of a bullet from a building. But when they kicked open the doors of several rooms facing the street and found that there was no one inside, the group had the courage to grab them. They rushed up to the mayor''s house, the best building in the town.


    Soon, things were thrown out of the window on the second floor. There are chairs, tables, and worthless quilts and pillows.


    Then two or three mercenaries came out of the door shoulder to shoulder. They seem to be drunk and walk awkwardly.


    A German lit a torch. The torch was originally used for lighting. It should have no effect in broad daylight. The German lit the torch for only one purpose, that is, to set fire to an empty town.


    The torch was thrown on the roof of the mayor''s house. The torch was soon extinguished because of a thick layer of snow on the roof. The Germans looked chagrined. But soon they found a way. In terms of destruction, no nation is better than them. German mercenaries threw torches into the house. The fire quickly caught the curtains and other combustibles in the house. From the inside out, they finally completed this great undertaking.


    One, two, more than a dozen houses have been lit, and the black smoke is like a stain on a piece of white paper.


    "Natalie." mitzkevich looked back. He was worried about Natalie''s mood at the moment.


    Natalie tried to sit up straight on the horse. She clenched her fist on her thigh with one hand and held the handle tightly with the other.


    Obviously, the girl was trying to contain her anger.


    "Oh, oh!"


    "Oh, oh!"


    Just then, there was a roar among the mountains. This voice is nowhere and everywhere. The vast forest seems to be responding.


    "Natalie!" mitzkevich got a little nervous.


    Mitzkevich looked left and right, looking for the source of the sound.


    The woods of the mountains stirred up snowflakes one by one, and Gray figures were galloping. They gathered together and plunged into the town like an avalanche.


    "It''s mountain people." Natalie recognized the Gray figures.


    These mountain people are poor people. They enter the mountain in order to avoid heavy taxes. The mountain people lived a semi barbaric and semi civilized life. They cultivated barren land in the mountains, or made a living by hunting and grazing cattle and sheep. They refuse to deal with strangers, but they are kind-hearted.


    Natalie and mitzkevich met them. During the battle of chinstohova, several mountain people also joined in the battle of defending the monastery. They have big beards and animal clothes. They don''t use any weapons except axes.


    "Mitzkevich, let''s go," Natalie said, turning her horse''s head.


    At first, the Germans were frightened by the wolf howling sound. They gathered together and came to the square of the town. They formed a circle and looked around in horror.


    Then, when they saw several times their own mountain people pouring up from all directions, the German mercenaries knew that a bloody battle between you and me was inevitable.


    A black smoke rose from the periphery of the circular array, and then the gunshot rang out. Several mountain people who rushed to the front were knocked down on the ground, but they were not afraid.


    Twenty steps closer to the enemy, the mountain people threw out their axes. These axes were big and heavy, and the German mercenaries were either killed or beaten to death.


    After that, it was close combat. German mercenaries fought desperately. They knew that they had committed so many sins that they would come to no good end if they fell into the hands of these mountain people alive. Their belief in fighting to survive made them burst out with strong combat effectiveness. Almost every German mercenary had to face three or four mountain people with axes, but they were still equal to them.


    Merkel is the only aristocrat in this group of mercenaries and the head of this group. He ordered the other mercenaries to surround him in the middle and withdraw slowly to the entrance of the town.


    The road of the street is not wide, which can effectively limit the number of mountain people, and the burning buildings on both sides are their best shelter, which can effectively prevent mountain people from surrounding them from both sides.


    This strategy is very effective. In addition to following behind and throwing axes from time to time, the mountain people were repelled by the same number of mercenaries in front of them every time they charged.


    The east entrance of the town is in sight, and Merkel and his mercenaries see the hope of life.


    Hope was so within reach that the mercenaries dispersed and fled towards the east entrance of the town before they reached the entrance of the town.


    "Don''t mess, don''t mess. Keep the formation!"


    Cried Merkel.


    But no one listened to him, because Merkel ran faster than anyone else.


    Just when Merkel left the town and thought she was out of life, two war horses rushed over, and one of them hit Merkel''s chest firmly.


    Merkel''s eyes darkened, and then she didn''t know anything.