On a cold swamp, the two groups of people began a tense confrontation.

From their initial allies, they became enemies at this moment, as if the air had become heavy and condensed with their tightly pressed breaths.

There were only two people on one side, a boy and a man, and a dozen good players on the other side, but the relationship between the two sides was not affected by the number of people.

On the contrary, the man in the minority seems to be convinced that he is above the confrontation, and his own actions are exactly that.

The boy Vidia pulled out an iron-tipped arrow from his back the moment the legionnaires in front of him began to freak out, aiming it at the head of one of the soldiers.

But he was only halfway through his movements when he was stopped by the José knight in front of him.

He placed his sword lightly on Vidia's bow and arrows, and his other hand reached out to the other side.

"Soldiers of the Empire, there is nothing to be ashamed of fearing war, but it is shameful to go to war with your own people. Now I give you two choices, one is to lay down your weapons, join my ranks, and return to the battlefield, and I will do everything in my power to help you survive the war as my men, and after the war is over, whether you go or stay. ”

"The other option is to rebel against me now, and then be defeated by me and brought to the army to be punished. ”

When Knight José finished explaining his second choice, he naturally held the sword in his palms with both hands and whispered.

"Vidia, don't rush too much when the fight starts, protect yourself first, I can take care of these people, understand?"

Vidia squinted at her father, and focused as much energy as she could on her eyes.

After listening to Knight José's "fairly fair speech", the faces of the legionnaires in front of him became rather unnaturally distorted, as if they had heard something that made them feel bitter and unspeakable.

"No, you went to get their attention and called me to kill them. ”

The faces of several soldiers became a little shaken, but they were soon scratched by the heads of the soldiers who led them, and they became honest.

But the soldier's face was also flushed, and he didn't know how to explain his current behavior to the knight in front of him.

And this further deepened the Jose knight's determination of their identity.

There was no point in arguing, and after a short period of time, the Knight José rode his horse forward.

He was agile and unstoppable, and even though it was only a short charge, he still made his horse fast enough to threaten human life.

From the beginning of the operation to the cutting off of the head of the first man, the process was so clean that the soldiers barely had time to resist when they realized that one of their companions had fallen to the ground.

This caused them to let out a wail.

They formed a new formation at a faster pace, and focused entirely on the José knight, fearing that he would make any new moves.

At the same time, a young man who had been ignored by them shot three times in a row, both of which hit the vital point of the soldier's neck, and only one soldier escaped by hearing the lifelong wail of his companion and owing a little.

However, the arrow did not completely miss, but only hit the helmet he had turned, and after making a loud noise, it fell down at the soldier's feet.

Although the soldier who had been hit by an arrow in the head had fallen like his companions, there was not a single splatter of blood on his body, only some shock and blunt damage.

The José knight glanced in the direction of his son with some surprise, he never expected that Vidia, who was just killing people for the first time, would have such a famous style, so he couldn't help but yell in order to praise him.

"Good boy!

Then, as if unwilling to admit defeat, he rushed forward again against the few remaining Great Prussian soldiers in front of him.

At this time, the soldier still had no illusion of being able to defeat the knight, but on the contrary, the pale paleness of surprise on his face was a testament to the look of fear in his heart now.

He is not a rookie egg, he has killed people on the battlefield, and he has seen people die in front of him, but he has never fought such an unequal battle.

I didn't even touch the shadow on the other side, but my own people fell by a small half, how can this battle be fought.

If the knights of José had given them another chance to surrender at this time, even if they were to be taken captive to the farm to be slaves, they would have been grateful to Dade for prostrate on the ground and to thank the knight for the grace he had bestowed upon them.

But at this time, the Jose knight looked a little excited about victory and defeat, and he didn't intend to spare these imperial soldiers easily.

Moreover, he had no intention or preparation to subdue these soldiers who dared to confront their "military commanders".

At this time, the Imperial legionnaires finally absorbed the lesson just now, focused on strengthening the weak points of their two wings, and stood in a nail-like triangle, which can be regarded as supporting each other.

At this time, Vidia shook his fingers a few times that he had just used too hard, and firing three arrows in a row is not a big burden for an adult, not to mention a child whose body bones are not yet fully mature?

He carefully observed the battle formation in front of him.

This reminded him of when he was playing chess with General Marcus.

General Marcus destroyed Vedia's light cavalry regiment with his superior heavy cavalry, and Vedia won a "draw" by bringing together his infantry and dismounted knights to form such a triangle.

Now that it was time for the real drill, looking at his father's indomitable pace, Vidia suddenly had the idea of reaching out to stop him.

But the José knight could not be a military chess in his hands, but a living person, and a very confident knight.

After a brief glance at the battle formation, he immediately had his own way of dealing with it.

That is to storm it from the front.

On the front of the triangular battle formation, there is a relatively wide front, and in this direction there are six infantrymen, the head of which thinks that he can hold back all forces......

But apparently not including the José Knights.

Accompanied by the neighing of his horses, the knight Jose once again performed his superb skills as a knight.

He walked leisurely up to the legionnaires, but instead of rushing towards them in one fell swoop, he raised his sword high.

This is a classic "beheading" action.

So all the soldiers subconsciously looked over their heads.

And the knight José appeared like a circus performer, and then looked down on them.

There is no way to avoid it.

If the skill of the sword and sword was an art in the Great Purus Empire, then the Knight of José was one of the greatest performers of this era.

Not only does he have experience, but he also has a talent that ordinary people simply can't match.

It was a warrior's intuition.

Two more legions of warriors fell to the ground.

The remaining soldiers let out a wail in unison.

It is not because of how good their morale is, but because they know that the collapse at this moment will only make them die faster.

In the struggle, the José knight was finally shot in the left leg, which is another injury if the leg is not a special prosthetic limb.

But in the eyes of the legionnaires, the knight was unscathed, and became more aggressive as their numbers dwindled.

The Knights of Jose's body once again glowed with that churning murderous aura.

Even the helmet on his face couldn't hide the smell of blood on his body.

Vedia frowned slightly, in his opinion, these soldiers had surrendered, and there was no need to continue the attack at this moment, but his father seemed to be a little unforgiving, and he should take them all down.

The experience of war when he was a child did not make him really become a hard-hearted person, but made him better understand what "the preciousness and beauty of life are".

Even if they are your hateful enemies on the battlefield, they are still the sons of mothers, husbands of wives, and even fathers of children in their homeland.

Even for the sake of his family, Vidia was reluctant to kill too much.

Like his father, he understands the art of the battlefield, but is often willing to give up when the victory is in hand.

Sure enough, the sound of horses' hooves trampling the snow and ice sounded again, and the knight of José once again launched a decisive charge towards the legionnaires like a legendary giant.

There was a wail from the soldiers, who stood together in hugs, and though they no longer had any hope, they struggled to stretch out their fire-stick-like weapons forward.

Vidia closed her eyes a little helplessly.

But in the split second he closed his eyes.

The sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

It was by no means the sound of his father's horses' hooves, and the sound was quite chaotic, and it seemed quite disordered to listen to the sound.

This is also what makes Vidia inherently different. From a young age, he could hear peculiar sounds, especially the hoofs of the mercenaries led by José Knight every time he returned home.

He was always the first to hear, and in his ears many sounds seemed long and long, like a sigh of the world, like the sound of horses' hooves, bowstrings, or the howl of wolves in the snowfield.

In short, his ears have always been more sensitive than ordinary people.

Towards the direction where the voice sounded, Vidia's eyes widened.

From the point of view, it was just a small black dot that appeared on a plain plain of pure white swamp in the distance, but Vidia could tell that it was an army of cavalry.

They had a clear goal, as if they were coming in the direction of them.

Although Vidia didn't know what the relationship between this cavalry and the legionnaires they had encountered earlier, she still sensed something unpleasant.

He instinctively wanted to stop his father, but it was too late.

It turned out that in his stunned kung fu, the knight of Jose had completed his final harvest.

He climbed down on his horseback, staggering forward on the ice of the swamp.

He refueled the sword of one of the legionnaires who had fallen to the ground, as if to vent his anger and perform the most mundane of tasks.

Vidia swallowed back the words that had just been spit out in her mouth.

He rode up to the side of Knight José and pointed in the direction of the horizon.

The form of several black dots had grown rapidly in the field of vision at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was now possible to clearly determine their number, about three knights and four squires.

Knight José looked in the direction that Vidia was pointing, and wanted to spit on the ground, but forgot that the helmet part of his newly created armor was protecting his lips.

A mouthful of saliva got stuck in my mouth, and I didn't spit it out, nor did I swallow it, so I could only swallow it in embarrassment, thinking that I would spit it out when it was right.

The knights who came running in the distance finally appeared in front of Vidia, similar to the posture of José's knights, their horsemanship was as good as that of a gust of wind on the ice swamp.

The knights led by him first saw a pile of corpses on the ground, then exchanged glances, and then asked gloomily:

"You are the knights from there, what do these dead people on the earth have to do with you?"

Vidia suddenly felt that her head could be two bigger.

Knight José's sword still had blood on it, who else could it be if they hadn't done it?

But considering the arrogant appearance of these knights, Vedia knew that he was afraid that he would not get any good fruit to eat by ridiculing them directly on this point, so he explained the past of the matter.

After listening to Vidia's account, one of the three knights immediately drew his saber from his waist, pointed unceremoniously at Vidia's nose, and then turned the blade of the sword towards Knight José. He was the shortest of the three knights and four squires, and had the most temper.

He shouted at a high pitch:

"You killed my man! I don't care where you came from, no matter what, I want you to compensate me for my losses and apologize to me. ”

He looked menacing, as if he had to peel off the skin and cramp of the Jose knight before he was willing.

Vidia wanted to write more about desertion, but she didn't expect that as soon as she spoke, she was gagged by the tallest of the three knights.

His voice seemed a little loose, and he said slowly: "You boy is so unruly, the knight of Sarion is talking to your lord, what are you talking about? Besides, do you know who these soldiers are who died?"

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