No one speaks, because speaking is a waste of saliva. To avoid wasting water in their bodies, they try not to pee. Severe water shortage, coupled with a night without sleep, everyone looked sick.

The last water bag was poured out, and Baron Pardeman, like his son, began to grumble, smelling the sour smell that permeated the carriage, and he lost all sexual desire. So, the little nightingale who had been in the barracks for two whole years was driven out of the carriage by him. In the wasteland sea, he had nothing to fear.

Little Nightingale was able to keep up with the group at first, but later, her feet were blistered, and Padman's attitude towards her was more terrible than pus-filled blisters, "My foot is broken," she cried, and no one paid attention to her, she sat on the ground in pain, and the convoy still moved forward, "You need to wait for me for a while." The wind on the wasteland sea blew away her hoarse voice.

Hydgvi glanced feebly at the little nightingale behind him, and then he heard the damn fat man's voice coming from the carriage, "Is there any ale?"

"Yes. One of the guards passed the ale into the carriage and turned his head, and the guard saw the cold gaze of the cavalry commander Steku. Alcohol was not allowed in the barracks, and apparently his act of hiding wine angered Steku, and it would be better if he handed over the ale to Steku......

The voice of the carriage begging for food came again, "Go get me something to eat, there should be game in the wasteland sea." ”

"Father, it's called the Wasteland Sea because it's a wasteland, and there's nothing wild about it," Styku loosened the button around his neck, "but I'll look for it for my father." ”

A cavalryman with a cold description and a sword in his hand followed him, "Young master, you can't go alone. ”

"See if he's dead?" Paderman poked his head out of the carriage and pointed his fat finger at Hajvi, who was five paces away. Immediately a cavalryman returned, "My lord, he still has a breath." ”

"If my son doesn't find game for a while, he kills his horse, and his horse seems to have a good temper, so a docile horse is the best to eat. Paderman retracted his head back into the carriage.

Many people grinned, one horse is not enough to feed everyone's belly, but it is still very happy to get a piece of horse meat.

When the time came to noon, many cavalrymen took off their light armor. In fact, they had adapted to the abnormal temperature difference between day and night in the north, but in the Heath Sea, there was no place for shade unless they crawled into the knee-high gray grass.

Stiku Yatong returned empty-handed, and they were not disappointed because there was no expectation in itself.

A piece of news saved Haijivi's horses, "Father, I saw ahead a legion of the kingdom, and they were stationed in the middle of the wasteland sea," said the curtain of Steku's carriage, "and we can get supplies from there, twenty miles ahead." ”

The news broke through the dark clouds that had drifted over everyone's heads, and what they had experienced last night had left them deeply worried. The uninhabited village, the dry well full of corpses, the trouble of losing the water source, the hardships of the long journey, all of them no longer consider the endurance of everyone, if the water source is not found today, according to this speed of travel, it will definitely be left behind like the little nightingale before, and it is impossible for the team to stagnate because of the fall of a few people. Everyone knows about the cold-bloodedness of Paderman and Styku.

When they learned that there was a barracks stationed in front of them, their exhaustion was swept away, and some even showed a look of relief, but only Haijivi Yakel, who was lying on top of the horse, had a dark cloud on his face. The march of the team became faster, and everyone was full of anticipation.

Sure enough, just as Staku had said, a barracks stretched for hundreds of meters ahead, and marching tents were scattered in the middle of the wasteland sea.

The two scout-looking cavalrymen stopped fifty meters away from them, only glanced at them from a distance, and did not come, but turned around and ran back to the barracks.

Although they were puzzled, everyone didn't think much about it and continued to move in the direction of the barracks.

Suddenly, there was a neighing of horses in the convoy, and everyone stopped their horses and looked back.

I saw a horse break away from the group, and it was Haijvi Yakel who was carrying it immediately.

Styku looked coldly at the fleeing figure, "Just save a moment to explain," he waited for two breaths before whispering to his cronies, "Just kill it, the grass in the wasteland and sea is three feet high, you don't even need to bury it, remember to do it cleanly." Suddenly, two horsemen rode in pursuit.

The team is still moving forward.

Walking a hundred meters away from the barracks, Sdeku suddenly saw a group of cavalry coming out of the barracks.

"So many men have been sent to meet us," said Paderman, who emerged from his carriage and looked at the cavalry rushing out of the barracks, as he was about to reach the barracks, "put up our family flags and prepare some gold coins." Suddenly, a guy who looked like a butler ran towards the truck behind him.

Paderman found his son in the crowd, "What are you doing, Sideku," he said, "why don't you go, get the team into the barracks." ”

Steku was silent, and after a few seconds, as if he had determined something, he glanced at the guards beside him, and they both saw the look of horror in each other's eyes!

"Queue!Cavalry formation!Defensive formation!Prepare for the charge!" Sideku burst out with a loud shout, and in the next instant, all the cavalry found their positions, spears in hand, and made a defensive stance.

Paderman in the carriage and one of the servants behind him were a little dazed, what happened?

Then they saw the cavalry rushing out of the barracks, and when they saw them, they did not slow down, but rushed straight out towards them.

"Quick!get my flag out!" Padman said tremblingly, "Butler!

A blue flag painted with black sea fish hangs high on the carriage and flutters in the wind.

"You escort my father away! quick!" said Staku in a snap to the two cavalrymen. Seeing the cavalry of more than fifty people on the other side, his heart was already filled with despair.

"Why, why, why?" said Padman, sitting in the galloping carriage, three times in a row. He looked back and saw the cavalry that had rushed out of the barracks collided head-on with the cavalry of his son!

The carriage galloped back the way it had come, following the rut marks that had been pressed out earlier. Two horsemen were on his right and left, and all but three were surrounded in a circle of steel.

"We belong to the 9th Barracks of the 10th Legion of the Kingdom," Staku glanced at his brother who had died in the attack, and then reported his former number, "Why? Which regimental barracks do you belong to!" he shouted to the cavalry galloping beside him. What is certain is that they are wearing the standard armor of the kingdom, and the cross sword in their hands is also a standard weapon issued by the kingdom, which is almost no different from their own equipment, but the two teams wearing very similar clothes fight when they meet!

"Stop! stop!" Staku blocked a stabbed crosssword with the spear in his hand, "Why don't you speak!" and he started to do it when he saw it, which made him extremely depressed, and there were only a few five or six of their cavalry of more than ten people left under the impact of the other party. Even the unarmed slaves were stabbed under their horses with spears!

Steku was still holding on to luck in his heart, all he could do now was to pray that the other party recognized the wrong person, "Don't resist! Don't resist, everyone! We are nobles, let them know our identity!" "The situation in front of him is a dead end, and it is useless to resist, maybe he can kill two cavalrymen with the strength of a fourth-level samurai, but what is the use, the other party has a full fifty people! It is three times their effective combat power!" "We surrender! Please send someone out to talk to me!" he shouted at the cavalry rushing around.

Jeroth's !!

What made Steku desperate was that he turned his horse's head around, as if he was preparing for the next round of charge, and looking at the cold and unfamiliar faces, Steku had the most primitive sense of fear.

Under the flanking fire of the two cavalrymen, the spear in his hand was knocked away! As a last resort, he drew the cross-sword at his waist.

There were screams all around him, all familiar to him, and according to Styku, one of the guards did not resist and put down their spears and swords, but the other party still ruthlessly harvested their lives.

After surviving this round of impact, all the personal soldiers around him were lying under the horse, not knowing life or death!

Seeing this, Steku was flawed, and when he looked up, his eyes were full of cold-blooded enemies, and where was there a companion. The only thing he was glad about was that he made the decision to let his father run first, and the other party did not divide his troops to chase after him, and seemed to be only interested in their group.

Death seemed to be a foregone conclusion, and before he could charge the counter-attack, he suddenly thought of Hajvi Yakel, who had suddenly broken away from the group and fled. "This guy! he must know something!" he hated in his heart, and then sought a chance to survive in the dead.

In the end, only one cavalryman came out of the opposing team.

What is this?

Comfort before despair?When he saw this, Staku suddenly felt a drama in his heart.

"Give me your name!" Paderman heard the cavalry shout. Ten steps away, he immediately replied in a trembling voice, "Sdeku Yatong, a fourth-level warrior of the kingdom, may I also ask Your Excellency, who are you, and what is all this for?"

"I'll give you a chance," the other party didn't answer his question, but said coldly, "a chance for a one-on-one duel!"

"If I win, can you let me go, I won't tell you about it. Styku's voice was pleading.

The knight's voice was cold, and he flatly refused: "No, take out all your strength, Styku Yatong, you are a fourth-level warrior, and I am very interested in ravaging you!"

Won't you let me go if you win?Steku's despair was even worse. gloomily watching the other party rush towards him, he spurred his horse and dodged.

"What are you doing?" said the knight, turning his horse's head in confusion, "don't you want this opportunity? Fight me head-on! If you dodge any more, I'll let you die under the guns!"

Steku immediately rolled over and dismounted, threw down his weapon, and ran briskly in front of the knight. The knight took his spear in a defensive posture and looked at Styku warily.

"I surrender!" said Steku, "you say you want to ravage me!, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't kill me!" he fell to his knees and opened his mouth to shout, "I surrender! Don't kill ......" He didn't utter the last word before a spear went through his throat.

The spear is drawn violently!

Blood sprayed and shot three feet away......