Chapter Twenty-Nine Eve

  Several people rushed over and dispersed the crowd of onlookers.

  In the room, the Duke was topless and only wearing a pair of shorts, riding on top of Senator Dobella, punching him wildly in the head, causing him to wail in agony.

  Through the half-open bed curtains, a plump woman was hiding on the bed, holding a quilt tightly to her chest, wrapping her upper body tightly. Unaware that her lower body had already exposed more than half of it from under the quilt. Her snow-white and tender thighs made the men in the room drool.

  Niya stomped her foot in anxiety and scolded the onlookers: "You bunch of idiots, are you all dead? Just standing there watching them fight without intervening."

  One of the onlookers in the crowd said coldly, "We are all slaves, they are nobles. According to the law, if we touch a single hair on their bodies, we will be put to death."

  Nina was at a loss for words.

  Yefeng saw that the Duke had almost finished, so he stepped forward, pulled them apart, and secretly stomped on Dolabella's calf with his heel.

  The others rushed up at this time, helped Dolores up, and showed their loyalty. They carefully patted the dust off his body.

  Yefeng pulled up the duke and looked at him a few times, surprisingly finding that His Excellency the Duke did not look like other adulterers caught in bed, beaten into a pig's head by jealous husbands. There were hardly any injuries on his body.

  "Great, sir! Your skills are quite impressive!"

  The duke took the cloak handed over by the guard and wrapped it around his body. He shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, "This is nothing. In the past, I often caught those husbands on their wives' beds, and naturally, my skills were honed."

  Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, as if something was stuck in his throat. After half a day, he finally said: "Admire, admire."

  The duke smiled and said: "You're too polite, you're too polite."

  Dobella finally came to from the duke's pummeling, his eyes blazing with fierce flames as he glared at the duke, his blackened eyes fixed intently on him.

  More and more people rushed over after hearing the news. Seeing the situation on the scene, everyone showed a look of understanding. Standing by and watching this new version of Jin Ping Mei.

  Dobella looked around in despair and found that the eyes of the crowd were filled with either ridicule or pity. She felt completely humiliated.

  He let out a low growl in his throat like a beast fallen into a trap.

  He loudly ordered his subordinates, roaring: "Give me a fight. Otherwise, when you go back, you dead slaves will be waiting to be hanged!"

  His subordinates listened and shouted in unison, all of them charging forward with a fierce determination.

  On the Duke's side, those guards also rushed over and saw their opponents rushing over, showing no weakness.

  Under Diana's loud and orderly command, more than 50 guards in the front row took off the cavalry shields behind their backs, lined up in a row, and welcomed them. The more than 30 guards in the back row took out the lime bags (since the last big battle, they have been carrying lime as standard equipment, never leaving their side), scooped out the lime and sprinkled it on those people opposite.

  Both sides launched a fierce battle.

  Dobella excelled in having a large number of people and exceptional personal quality. The Duke's side excelled in being well-trained, with strong technical equipment. Both sides had their strengths and weaknesses. For the time being, they couldn't tolerate each other, so the battle continued.

  Other nobles usually get this kind of entertainment, happy to see them fight. Everyone has a chair, sitting high, looking with flying eyebrows and colorful movements. This is much more interesting than that boring play. Moreover, watching this, everyone doesn't have to pretend to be sour or put on airs. They can do whatever they want, however they like.

  "Halt!" Oshus heard the news and led a group of men to rush over. Seeing the chaotic scene, he said coldly: "Are you still nobles? What kind of state is this?"

  He used his old and cunning tone to get both parties fully involved.

  While Dobella saw his wife hiding under the bed with a quilt half covering her body, he completely lost his mind.

  He had a grudge against Osho anyway, and now he didn't care about anything, directing his subordinates and shouting loudly: "Beat that old guy together with him!"

  Augustus was so angry that his face turned white and he almost had a stroke.

  He twirled his mustache and issued a command that would later seem very bad, and very wrong. "Take them all down," he bellowed.

  Later, someone sharply commented that this order was actually very normal for him and quite in line with his identity as a defeated general.

  Oswald didn't explicitly say who to take down, so his men started attacking both the Duke's and Doblera's groups at the same time.

  As for his little trick, it would be impossible to gain an advantage from either the Duke or Donella, let alone both of them at once.

  The scene began to get confused. The Duke's men were fighting Dobella's, and Dobella's men were fighting the Duke's; then both of them together fought Osric's.

  Among the onlookers, there were many who had some connection with Ossan. Seeing that he was barely holding his own, they hastily sent their subordinates to support him.

  And some others have a close relationship with Duobela, seeing this situation, they also sent their subordinates to support Duobela.

  Apart from this, some people took the opportunity to send their subordinates to take advantage of the situation because they had a grudge against someone. There were also those who had a grudge against the person with whom they had a grudge and sent their subordinates as well.

  The situation on the field became increasingly chaotic.

  Don't be fooled by the aristocrats' usual appearance of harmony, as if they had eaten a kidney treasure. In reality, there are many grudges between them, such as whose son slept with whose daughter, who had an affair with whose wife, who relied on their power to snatch someone's most beloved, who borrowed money from whom and didn't return it, who cheated whom out of a large sum of money, whose father dueled with whom and ended up being hanged, and so on. Such things are endless among these aristocrats.

  They had accumulated generations of hatred between them and began to erupt concentratedly with this opportunity.

  At this time, someone found that they had already sent all the people they brought up, but it was not enough to solve the problem. What to do? These old men started their own brains, which were already scarce, and thought about it for a while before finally coming up with a good idea: send someone back to their own manor to call for more people.

  But everyone is not a fool, you call people, I can also call people. So more and more people come. The chaos becomes more intense.

  At this time, it was already dusk, and about 3,000 people had gathered on the scene to fight. When night fell, everyone still refused to give up, starting a lamp-lit battle at night. For convenience of lighting, someone simply set off a big fire, setting the theater ablaze.

  Moreover, on the vast plains of Xiniya, countless torches were lit up, these torches gathered into long dragons, constantly rushing towards here. Everyone was like attending a free wine party, excitedly rushing towards here, afraid of being late and the good wine at the banquet being drunk by others.

  By midnight, at least seven thousand people had gathered here to riot. Almost all the able-bodied men of Sichuan between fifteen and fifty-five years old joined in.

  Nina would go mad if she knew this number. To know, when the pirates attacked the city at first, they searched all over Xiniya City, and she just brought in another 100 militiamen to help defend the city.

  Things have developed to this point, and no one cares about the cause of things anymore. Everyone takes advantage of this opportunity to vent their grievances and settle old scores. Even if they see an unfamiliar face, they will take the opportunity to rush up and beat them up wildly. If they see someone with a grudge, it's even more impossible to let them off.

  The fight continued until the next morning, when everyone was exhausted and remembered that there was still work to be done in the fields the next day and pigs to feed at home. After returning home, they gradually dispersed.

  This brawl, recorded in the annals of history and dubbed "the blood feud sparked by a love poem", marked the beginning of nearly fifty years of turmoil for the Norman Empire.

  In the midst of chaos, Ye Feng's side was outnumbered and more people joined the fight, clearly at a disadvantage.

  Poseidon led a batch of his own men from the navy to rush over and reinforce the Duke's side. Although there were not many people, it still boosted everyone's morale.

  Diana looked at him gratefully, lifted her foot and kicked over a sly farmer who was trying to take advantage of the situation, and loudly commanded: "Change formation, form a turtle shell formation."

  The soldiers raised the shields in their hands and surrounded the duke and others in the center. At this time, the people facing Dobella and others had already disappeared like foam in the chaotic crowd.

  Under the flames of the burning theater, everywhere was a struggling crowd, waving clubs. The sound of weapons colliding, loud shouting, pain and screams filled the air.

  Diana commanded the soldiers to form a tortoise array, which was the strongest defensive formation. They stood like a huge reef, stubbornly resisting wave after wave of attacks that came like a tide.

  Eula stood in the middle of the shield, unable to conceal her excitement, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed at the scene before her, a battle that was even more intense than when pirates attacked a city.

  Nia pulled him desperately and shouted loudly: "Follow me, don't run around."

  Diana swung her long sword with a scabbard, driving away batch after batch of dizzy and confused men. She was getting anxious in her heart, if this continued, for the sake of the duke's safety, she would have to use the blade to deal with these guys.

  At this time, she found that the battle situation on the north side was not too intense, and shouted loudly: "Guard squad, move in this direction."

  At last, in this chaos, the soldiers' long-trained quality was revealed.

  They responded in unison, marching in lockstep, holding up their shields and forcing their way through the chaotic crowd. Poseidon was also brought out from within the tortoise formation by his men.

  A group of people barely arrived at the outskirts of the battlefield, and the pressure on the soldiers was instantly alleviated. Because the firelight didn't shine here, there were relatively fewer people fighting, after all, no one liked to stay in a dark place.

  When they saw their crisis was over, the tightly strung bow in people's hearts relaxed, and everyone sat down to rest like scattered frames.

  Niya turned around to look at the theater that was still burning fiercely in the distance, and she felt a sense of detachment from the world. She looked at the duke, intending to say something to him, but seeing his pale face, she couldn't utter a word.

  The duke tightened the cloak wrapped around his body, feeling a bit chilly from the spring night breeze. He looked at those who were still shouting and fighting, and felt a little guilty, saying: "For one woman, I've made such a big deal out of it, am I being too excessive?"