That army coming from afar was a pagan army in the true sense.
The totems and flags of various pagan gods are held high in the air. Some of them are exquisite, some are simple, but they all represent the maker's piety to the gods.
Some of these temples have been forgotten by time, while others are still prosperous and worshiped by countless people. They were once full of hatred towards each other, but now they all stand together to fight against the temple on the cross.
Among these countless gods, the most powerful one is Isten, the master who leads the Magyar gods. At this moment, the leader of this army is standing under the totem of that god.
Janos is a tall and strong man. He has always been regarded as the messenger of Isten to the world, who will lead the believers of the ancient gods to defeat the god on the cross.
It was also because of this that he was able to lead this pagan army that believed in different gods.
Janos is dressed like a pagan priest. His iron helmet is inlaid with wild furs, and his armor is covered with strings of bones, which are said to belong to his ancestor Watta.
Vata was also a person chosen by the gods. He led the believers to resist the Christians, but failed. His head was cut off by the Christians, and the believers were also massacred.
Many people were burned in the flames. Christians claimed that this would save their souls, but no one believed it.
Those tortures failed to extinguish the fire of resistance. In the plains, hills, and mountains, the pagans were still preparing for another struggle, just waiting for the moment to raise troops again.
Now Watta's son has put on an armor made of his bones, indicating that he has inherited his last wish and vowed to end the rule of Christians and return this land to the peace of the past.
His army was composed of pagan elites from all over the ancient Pannonian land. He was able to assemble such a large army thanks to King Beira's order to summon national representatives.
During these days, large groups of people can be seen everywhere on the highway, so the large-scale movement of people seems extremely normal to everyone.
Nomadic tribes who believe in the old gods account for almost half of the army. These fur-clad herdsmen have always been staunch believers in the ancient Magyar gods, and their faith in the gods has never wavered.
The other half is made up of fanatical believers and mountain people from all over the country. They have a variety of weapons and don't have much decent armor. Many of their equipment was even stolen, but their fighting spirit is still extremely strong.
Believers carry totems and flags that represent the authority of the gods, firmly believe in the protection of the gods, and firmly believe that the gods will allow them to win, which is why they came here.
As for the mountain people, they are here more for robbery than for faith. The Arpad family and Christ have not brought them any benefits, so the mountain people naturally do not mind fighting for the pagan gods in their name.
Burning, killing and looting.
The nomadic cavalry that had just been defeated naturally merged into the army in embarrassment. As they merged into the army, these horse archers regained their fighting spirit. With such a huge force, how could they not defeat those enemies.
The news of his expulsion naturally reached the commander of the army. When he heard about the failure and understood the cause and effect, Janos, who was regarded by the believers as the chosen one, frowned.
Things didn't go as planned, but it didn't have much impact. Once his four thousand troops arrived, those enemies who couldn't even achieve unity would be crushed in an instant.
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Coincidentally, when the pagan army was approaching outside the city, huge changes also occurred inside and outside the city.
As more thugs poured in from every city gate controlled by them, the situation became increasingly out of control.
These thugs are not mainly criminals. Most of them are heretics from all over Hungary. They came to Fechsvar just for this moment, and they have endured for so long just for this moment.
These pagan thugs burned, killed and looted wildly, spreading flames all over the city. At this moment, the Hungarian City of God was dominated by pagans.
Many people can only close their doors and pray to Christ or other gods so that the thugs will not come to kill them, while those who are more proactive are arming their families. In any case, they can change as many as they can.
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And when the Hungarian soldiers scattered throughout the city were wiped out by thugs, the army of thugs also continued to gather, eventually forming a powerful torrent that overwhelmed all obstacles in front of them.
The target of this torrent is very clear, that is, the royal palace in Fechsvar, the center of Hungarian royal power.
As for the church, it has been burned in flames. This thing that promoted the authority of Christ has now become a huge torch, expressing the pagans' mockery and disdain for the authority of Christ.
Facing the huge heretics, the armed monks and soldiers were unable to resist and were unable to protect the temple of God.
Their heads are now hanging on the church steeple and being burned in flames to represent the pagan blasphemy against the Christian faith.
The square in front of the church was full of Christian corpses, and even the private parts of monks were cut off and stuffed into the mouths of the corpses, just for the sake of humiliation.
But the palace is not as easy to conquer as the church. It is a powerful military fortress and the best fortress for Christians.
Moreover, the fortress is filled with the elites of Russia, Poland and Hungary. It is difficult to capture it by relying only on unarmored thugs.
But there were many pagans, and there were many real fanatics among them. Under the instigation of the leaders, they rushed towards the palace wall and swords regardless of their own safety, led by the pagan elites.
But then they discovered that the setbacks they would encounter here were much more than those outside.
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Once again, with the last zealot slain, the infidel attack was repulsed.
The door that had been knocked out of the big hole was almost covered with corpses, both pagan and Christian. Their corpses overlapped each other and were as close to each other as brothers.
There are also various debris scattered here, bloody body fragments, broken shields, discarded weapons... It's like a Shura field.
The pagan leader who led the attack fell to the ground, his strong body penetrated by dozens of sharp arrows, and the armor that was supposed to protect his life had become tattered, like a ball of scrap metal.
The leader's face was full of pain and unwillingness, but it was of no avail. He was just a little short of breaking through the city wall and killing those damned Christians, but he failed in success.
But even so, the Christians surrounding him still did not relax their vigilance.
Just now, this guy who was thought to be dead suddenly rose up and chopped down two Polish knights who were trying to harvest their heads.
But that was all. The Magyar archers on the city wall immediately added a few more arrows, and he could only fall down again unwillingly.
Seeing that the surrounding men were hesitant, the Polish king snorted, strode forward, cut off the head of the heretic, and held the bloody trophy high.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and put down their weapons. Fatigue finally replaced nervousness and appeared in front of everyone.
Just now, the pagans broke through the gate with a battering ram. At that time, their defense line almost collapsed. Fortunately, the King of Poland rushed forward decisively with his strong men and blocked the fanatical believers after a fierce fight. Otherwise, they would have been doomed.
Already.
As they relaxed, many servants immediately came forward with wooden boards and other objects to repair the broken door. This was their most important and strongest line of defense.
Boleslaw held the head up for less than a minute and then threw it away. Before the door was completed, he threw it at the pagans hiding behind the bunker.
After he was done, he sat directly on a bloody human corpse. The corpse's arms had been chopped off, and blood spurted everywhere.
But Boleslaw didn't care about this. Although he was a king, he had always experienced a lot of fighting, and he had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood several times. This small scene was nothing at all.
Moreover, the atmosphere of killing excited him. He had not killed in such pain for a long time. The feeling of holding the scimitar in his hand and staining his hands with blood was really great.
It was the only way he could feel alive after those sterile meetings.