"No, there really is no room left. This isn't an exaggeration; it's the truth."
Is it really that crowded?
The skeptical player squeezed past the player in front of him, glanced up the already overburdened stairs, and immediately began shaking his head in astonishment.
"I tested it, canned sardines."
The player below, who hadn't seen what was happening upstairs, immediately understood:
"Wow, buddy, I get it now, but this is a bit too exaggerated. Are there really that many players crawling out of the tunnel entrance?"
He sighed, then turned and started walking downstairs, but after only two steps, he couldn't take another step.
The newly arrived players had blocked their path, and these players were thus trapped on the escalator, each of them barely having a step to stand on.
"You're in trouble, bro."
The player who first discovered the situation upstairs whispered:
"We've turned into sardines too."
The hastily assembled Holy Crusaders First Knights eventually returned to their loyal Fir City.
Guided by the Holy Crusaders on the city wall, they quickly identified a somewhat suspicious residential area.
This area faces the entrance to the smoke-shrouded tunnel outside the city. If the traitors didn't have other intentions, such as misleading the enemy, then from an efficiency standpoint, this must be the tunnel's exit area.
The logical analysis is sufficient; the rest should be left to practice, which is precisely what the Holy Crusaders excel at.
A squad leader obtained permission to move from the Grand Knight Commander, and then led his men quickly to a house, banging on the door.
However, the citizens inside did not respond. After waiting for a few breaths without any response, the Holy Crusaders kicked the door open and quickly found a family curled up together on the bed inside.
Why won't you open the door?
The leader of the Holy Crusaders asked sternly.
The ordinary citizen answered with a slight tremor:
"I'm afraid they're rebels..."
"Rebels? Enough of your damn nonsense. Would rebels dare to swagger in like this? They can't even come up with a better excuse."
Why wouldn't I dare?
The citizens thought to themselves, "When you weren't here, the rebels had already asked for lodging here countless times, and they never reacted."
If they hadn't paid me every time, I would have reported them long ago.
These idiots think the rebels never even came to this area. How could that be?
Thinking this, his eyes unconsciously drifted to a hidden compartment below the windowsill, where a pile of copper coins and a few silver coins were left behind by the rebels who had forcibly taken lodging there, and even a leaflet with scribbles wrapped around the currency.
According to the rebels, the fall of Fir City was only a matter of time, and then all the old tree species would be available for exchange into metal currency; they considered this an investment in the future.
As for the leaflet, although he couldn't understand what it said, the rebels said that when they entered the city, the leaflet would definitely save their family's lives.
After giving them a dressing down, the Holy Crusaders thoroughly searched the house, turning it upside down, especially the ground floor, where they repeatedly stabbed and prodded with their longswords to prevent any lurking rebels.
After a flurry of activity, the squad leader left the house with several of his men, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
He returned to the novice bishop who was serving as the acting Grand Knight Commander and reported:
"Sir, there's nothing wrong with this household. We can have the soldiers split into small teams of five and disperse to search the area more efficiently."
"Okay, sure."
The novice bishop waved his hand, and the familiar soldiers quickly formed a makeshift squad and began infiltrating the neighborhood.
They knocked on or kicked open the doors of houses, stabbing through floors and wardrobes with their longswords, meticulously searching every corner where enemies might be hiding, like a group of OG soldiers searching for Viet Cong.
The novice bishop knew this was a good opportunity to impress Archbishop Antiya Lisi, so he formed a search party with seven or eight trusted men.
Seeing that the soldiers had already searched all the surrounding houses, he led his men into an alley. After wandering around for a bit, a two-story wooden building stood out from the crowd.
The novice bishop waved his hand, and his subordinates quickly stepped forward, one hand on the hilt of their swords and the other knocking on the door.
"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang."
The entire two-story wooden house seemed to freeze for a moment, then a strong male voice came from inside:
"Who is it? What do you want?"
"Enough talk, the Holy Crusaders are searching for rebels, open the door now!"
"Squeak~"
The wooden door opened a crack, revealing the face of a middle-aged office worker that [ Mules and Horses Drive the Sun ] had deliberately sculpted.
The priest stared at him intently for a moment, then suddenly nodded and said:
"I recognize you. You're the carpenter who replaced a lot of furniture for the chapel."
[ The Mules and Horses Drive the Sun ] nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
"Yes, sir, it's me. And please look at this search..."
Don't push your luck.
The Holy Crusaders captain demonstrated what a master of disguise looks like in front of [ the Mules and Horses Drive the Sun ].
Then, with a sudden burst of force, he ripped open the door in front of him amidst the other person's astonished gaze.
"Clang!"
The wooden door roared as it reached its maximum rotation angle, revealing the entire first-floor living room to the Holy Crusaders squad.
At least twenty burly men in brightly colored coats looked at the doorway with strange eyes, and the Holy Crusaders captain who had forcibly pried open the door was momentarily at a loss.
In the middle of the living room was a large pit about two meters in diameter. A person was leaning out of it, completely ignoring the somber atmosphere, and shouting loudly:
"Don't just stand there, buddy, give me a hand!"
He then turned behind him and shouted:
"Try pushing my butt again!"
After shouting those two sentences, he realized that the surroundings seemed eerily quiet. Naturally, he saw the Holy Crusaders captain staring dumbfounded at the gate, making the whole scene even more awkward.
[ Mules and Horses Drive the Sun ] looked at the Holy Crusaders captain in front of him, whose body was already trembling, and wiped his face, saying:
A few of my friends are coming to visit... Is that alright?
"No... I didn't ask..."
The squad leader realized the seriousness of the situation. Just as he was about to back down, he suddenly realized that his superior was watching them from not far behind.