Your decision: fight and try to inspire the militia...

Now every second of time is precious to you...

Feverish thoughts flash through your brain at lightning speed: “There aren’t that many of these traitors... There are only a couple of dozen of them... Probably this is just part of the mansion’s security... But these are heavily armed professional warriors who are dressed in durable armor and who have very good weapons! This village has only a small militia of local peasants... Fucking shit-eating Duke Caelan! He got into some dangerous shit and he got me into this shit!”

You decide to try to fight off the heavily armed warriors from the Duke's guard. Former Duke's guard... Alone you have no chance of survival, but if you try to attract the armed militia of this village to your side... Then you will have at least a small chance of being alive by the time this unequal battle ends... An extremely small chance...

You need to act decisively and quickly! If you are left alone, then you have almost no chance of survival!

You note with bitterness that your enemies managed to take advantage of the effect of surprise and hacked to **** with their steel swords a dozen militiamen who had only spears and simple carpenter’s axes in their hands. The bodies of these militiamen, disfigured by mortal wounds, fall to the ground... Straight into the mud... Stumps of hands... Severed heads... Streams of blood flood the ground... Screams and sobs of the peasants who watched these brutal murders, looking out from the windows of their houses...

The clang of steel... The screams of dying militiamen...

If something is not done urgently, then your enemies will easily kill all the militia... And then they will kill you and the duke...

Therefore, from the porch of the house of the headman of this village, you shout loudly: “Respectable residents of village Garon's Ford! These warriors are traitors and heretics! They want to kill our beloved Duke Caelan! And they want to burn your entire village and sacrifice all the villagers to the unholy bloodthirsty demons! They will eat your children alive and **** your wives! Resist with all your might! Retreat to the protection of the buildings!”

Your scream had some effect. You see how the movement of a couple of dozen heavily armed warriors, who are dressed in plate armor and closed helmets, has slowed down somewhat. Your scream was probably somewhat surprising even to your enemies. Accusations of heresy, cannibalism, demon worship and human sacrifice.... Perhaps your creative imagination worked effectively - this can only be confirmed if you manage to survive...

So what happens next?

Most of the remaining militia fled in different directions - under the cover of houses, carts and other obstacles. Of course, you understand that these militias are ordinary local commoners and, therefore, some of them will simply try to escape. But you hope that at least one of them will help you in the battle...

And your assumption is partly justified: a group of ten militia retreats to the wooden fence that surrounds the house of the village headman. The headman's house is located on a slight hill, so the low fence does not prevent you from seeing what is happening...

The militia quickly run under the protection of a wooden fence. They close the door in the fence and prop up the door with a small cart that was standing nearby (in the courtyard of the village headman’s house).

At the same time, some of the group of militia, who fled in different directions under the cover of houses, begin to shoot with arrows at a group of your enemies.

In this forested area, almost all peasants are **** to hunt in the forest to provide their own food. Therefore, these militias manage to achieve some result through archery. From a couple of dozen shots, two arrows hit **** parts of your enemies' armor, inflicting minor wounds on the arms of two warriors. The remaining arrows were either deflected by the shields or were unable to penetrate the heavy steel armor.

A group of your enemies began to move more slowly due to the fact that they were **** to cover themselves with shields from arrows.

This group of traitor warriors had about 20 meters to go to the headman’s house.

You turn around and look at the village chief and the Duke.

The village chief, Buford, lets out frightened sobs and inarticulate mutterings. You notice some liquid running down his pants and dripping onto the wooden floor of the porch. The smell of this liquid is extremely unpleasant. Old Man Buford then turns around and runs inside his house.

You only have time to hear fragmentary phrases from his muttering: “Have mercy on me, Lord of the Waves Orlan! We are doomed... There are only forty militiamen in the village... And there are about 150 residents in total... And these killers hacked to **** ten militiamen with swords in a couple of seconds... They will slaughter all the villagers like pigs...”

Duke Caelan is pale. He seemed to have fallen into a stupor, stunned by the fact of the betrayal of his own guards. His eyes look at the chaos taking place. He sees a group of warriors in plate armor inevitably approaching him. He sees the shine of their steel swords and spears. You notice that something is changing in his gaze... He probably realized what was inevitably approaching him... ****...

You shout in his ear: “Hide in the village chief’s house! Quicker!"

Duke Caelan nods and runs inside the house.