As the son of a knight, a student of a general, no matter from the perspective of what kind of identity, it is extremely inappropriate to bring hundreds of infantry in order to rescue more than fifty horsemen from a dozen or twenty horsemen, but Vidia could not resist the persuasion of the mayor and Conan, personally led the troops, and led the team to the riverbank, so that when the sun shone on the river water that shimmered like fish scales, the knight of José looked at the messy and huge team, and couldn't help but ask his son with some worry.

"Vidia, is the Lord Mayor preparing for a war?"

Vedia looked at his bloodstained but still energetic father and his mercenaries, and immediately understood the outcome of the war. He tried to organize his language, and replied with some stumbling: "There is no war, father, there is no war, I just, on the order of Mayor Da Rao, bring these men to support...... I'm here to help you clean up those intruders. ”

Knight José wiped a handful of sweat that was still mixed with some blood on his face, revealing an indescribable puzzled expression.

"Are you all crazy, or am I crazy. Our soldiers of the Great Prus seem to have been fighting with one enemy, two or even three enemies, and a dozen steppe cavalrymen, with such a large array, are they ready to exhaust the commander to death?"

Vidia came to his senses and immediately felt a little embarrassed, but this was one of his decisions after all, and it was the first time he tried to lead the army himself, so he replied stubbornly: "Father, this area is too wide, I'm just worried that you can't find them, or you have over-divided the forces......"

After listening to his son's words, the knight of Jose said with some annoyance: "This is our territory, our land, even if there are a few birds in the trees, we should figure it out, how can we not find a group of steppe people with such a stinky fishy smell on their bodies? It seems that my general has only taught you theory, and you still have a long way to go in practice. ”

The captains of the guards who rushed to support the words of Knight José were a little ashamed, they lowered their heads, Knight Vedia is just a child after all, but they are people who have fought "big battles", how can they join in the excitement as soon as their heads are hot?

But Vidia had another question in his mind at this time, the so-called "smelling salted fish" was not a reasonable explanation, and just as he was about to speak, Conan, who had been riding on his horse and was a little sleepy, asked with some resentment: "Knight, since you have achieved such a brilliant victory, why don't you hurry back to the town and repair it? ”

While they were chatting, a mercenary on horseback came from far away from the river, and he didn't bother to pack his luggage towards the knight José, but hurriedly shouted: "My lord, east!

Vedia and Conan didn't understand the meaning, but the José knight was more and more energetic, and it didn't look like he had slept all night, and he was about to give orders and prepare to rush east with his troops.

The mercenary gasped for breath while looking at Vidia's team, and after looking at the hundreds of people for a while, he turned his head and prepared to further report what he saw to the José Knight, but the Jose Knight was no longer in the position just now, and the mercenary hurriedly searched around, and finally found a figure in the eastern woodland, which was about the heroic appearance of the Jose Knight.

There are no great Pruses in the whole of Valuno who know how to ride horses better than the knights of Jose, and even those who claim to have grown up on horseback, and the knights of Jose are not much worse when they only pick up their riding skills. The mercenary knew that he couldn't catch up with him, so he simply chased his pace while shouting at the back of the José knight.

"My lord, to the east, there are only traces!"

The mercenary's gong-like voice dragged the knight back tightly, and the warhorse with mixed hair under his crotch made a slight noise. Looking at this scene, Conan's face showed a little embarrassment, but Vidia and the guards seemed a little accustomed to it.

Knight Jose turned around in some surprise, and his face was a little colored: "They passed right under our noses?

The mercenary nodded a little disappointed, and then said, "My lord, according to my judgment when I went to the scene, it should have slipped out along the other road last night when we were fighting with the steppe people." ”

Vidia's throat rolled slightly, twice, but her mouth didn't open.

The knight said disapprovingly: "Since they are gone, let's let them go, anyway, since they left our place like this, they are not considered enemies over there." ”

Conan was very intimate and wanted to make peace with the José knight, but the knight bypassed the young prairie horse and went straight to the direction of the town, humming some unknown tunes in a low voice, which was a bit leisurely, but it was a little awkward in this tense occasion.

The mercenary who had just reported to Knight José first rode his horse in the direction of the knight for a few steps, but finally turned his horse's head in the direction of Conan, he hesitated, and finally threw a word at Conan as if complaining, and then walked away.

"Davis, you...... Anyway, you're the lord here, I don't have to take those things that are missing, I can take them without them, but you can't take them seriously, do you understand? You're the lord here, even though you're just a child, God......"

Just as Conan straddled his horse and chewed on the words left by the mercenary, the eyes of the José knight, who was walking on the way home, were completely different.

Armoured cavalry rushed from village to village, well-trained and morale-high, like a living sword, piercing the sharpest, least soft parts of themselves into the defenseless. It doesn't matter if you are a warrior, a nobleman, an old man and a child. In short, the knights seemed to have been born with the only mission of dyeing the only street in the village, and then burning the street and the tents on both sides to ashes, and only when they turned them into a pile of charcoal with a strange smell and a meaningless gray gas would the knights be satisfied to move on to the next place.

José thought he could forget the past, and the vague memories, but they always came back to him without even noticing.

It's like a memory of when he met his only love.

At that time, he was only a young man a few years older than Vidia, walking in the army, leading horses, feeding horses, preparing weapons for them on the battlefield, and even picking up corpses.

Not only him, but there were far from a few people in the military camp at that time who did this work, and these Rao were generally much older than José, and they were all peasants from all over the country.

José didn't like what seemed like a hard-won job to the peasants.

"You should really be content, every two words to the old man, and then feed the horses, and then you can get a full meal. What a rare opportunity!"

Of course, José knew that in those days, the quickest part of the peasants' job was not to talk to the knights or feed the horses, but to inadvertently pick up something from the dead soldiers while cleaning the battlefield. They see these things as treasures to be treasured, and sometimes they get into fights over them.

And he, José, though only a wild boy who did not know where his parents came from, and who could not even read the Great Prussian, did not look down on these things at all, and he would even feel embarrassed by the rattling of the peasants who flaunted their "treasures", and even a kind of pain that did not come up.

In the army of King Abbasquia, these peasants were already treated the best, not because he was in charge of one meal, as opposed to the two meals used by other lords when they commanded their soldiers, and the meals before the battle, but as a kind of hope.

The farmer can turn himself into a real soldier with the Enemy Chief, and the soldier can spare his life in exchange for a reward for a better life. Soon after José joined the army, he heard a rumor that a southern farmer, after serving in the army for several years, received a large bounty and returned home to marry the most beautiful girl in the tribe.

At that time, the soldiers fought not only for the king, but also for themselves.

José wasn't old enough to be tempted by pretty girls, but he knew what was best, and that kind of thing gave him a strong desire to possess. The soldiers could sleep in tents, but the farmers who set up their tents for the soldiers had to spend the night guarding the burnt charcoal ashes.

Although he did not have an unforgettable hatred for the Amax like the others, he still secretly hid a sharpening stone on his body while others were sleeping, preparing to find his own opportunity.

Felipe the Great had already achieved great success in his war against Amen, who had lost most of their colonies in Cyphorus and fought for the wealth and slaves that had not yet arrived in the south.

The once high Amaks have become a group of homeless refugees, who, with what little wealth they can carry, climb out of their hidden bunkers and join their army at night. And in the process, an ambitious farmer like José has a chance.

However, unlike those farmers who have grown up, José was just a young child, and using a stone is like killing a person, which is too fantastical. The quartermaster in the barracks saw the child, who was from a southern estate, and thought that Jose was also a suffering Cyphorus.

If it weren't for the officer's momentary mercy, there might not be the Knight José he is today. The officer only glanced at his thin arm, and then put away the iron sword that was about to be given to him, and replaced it with a dagger.

"Hide, grab the prey's ankles, then flip him to the ground, and finally cut his throat. ”

This is the first thing José learned in Grand Prus, how to use the strength of a child to kill an adult.

That night, he saw the figure of a man, and from a long distance, he could smell the special fragrance on his body. The most common thing that their nobles did was to anoint their bodies with spices, which was a method of worship. But now it has become a talisman for them.

The Armagnault was a complete layman, and he kept looking into the distance, trying to find the shadow of a possible soldier of the Great Prus, but he did not know how to take care of his own feet at all.

As he crossed a hillside, a hand gripped the ball of his foot, which was still trying to balance.

Jose Sheng has this kind of endowment, even if he uses his teenage body to fight against an adult, in which era, it is precisely under the attack of so many "gifted young people" for many months that the Amax people really lose control of the situation.

With the boy's immature battle cry, after only a few rounds of fighting, the man turned into a corpse, and José, who was somewhat out of strength, rested contentedly on the soft belly of the corpse, as if holding a broken sack that was still bleeding in his arms.

After a long time, the stranger who had run from Levitt rose from the ground and, as a true warrior of the Great Pruus, began to do a vital job—cutting off his head. The system of counting merit at the head of the Great Prus determined that the head of the enemy was extremely important no matter who came. José was already comfortable with doing this kind of thing, and at this time, he was in a happier mood when he cut off his head for the first time, and even inadvertently hummed a song in a low voice.

In fact, in a night when we don't know who we are, humming a song is like committing suicide.

José, of course, was fully aware of this, but somehow, in his vague memory, the night was dark, and the evening breeze floated, as if it could cover up everything that was not in line with his long-term feelings, as if his life for nearly thirty years had been pitch black, making it impossible to see through the front and not feeling the direction, but it was like a cool summer breeze, which appropriately soothed the mania and instability in his heart.

The young and fast singing voice through the deep night, mixed with some still frightened bloody smell, but the tune is a courtship tune, it was originally made in the tone of a middle-aged man reminiscing about his youth, and singing in a young child's voice, naturally there is a weirdness and peculiarity that does not come up. But, in any case, José didn't understand the deep meaning of the song back then, he just wanted to sing it.

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