Just as the two of us landed, "Click! Then he heard a loud noise overhead, accompanied by a sound of shattering, completely drowning out the noise and shouts of the soldiers. The soldiers on the mouth were only stunned for a moment, and then they were desperately crowding into the small hole as if they were crazy.

"Huh!"

The ladder that was already crumbling was even more because of the people who swarmed up and climbed down, so the ladder finally broke overwhelmed.

"Stand back!"

Andrew exclaimed, and quickly pulled me back.

"Boom!"

There was a dull sound, and there were a few more corpses at my feet, for some of them were dying, some of them had broken their legs.

"Quick, help me!"

I saw a soldier lying on top of the pile, and through the light of the torches I could see his bloody legs.

To help him or to abandon him, my heart was entangled and I couldn't make up my mind for a while.

More than ten meters above my head, I heard screams and fights from above, and the soldiers of Ba Gouda entered, and they rushed towards the dozens of soldiers who had not had time to escape like hungry wolves, and immediately fought together.

"If you don't want the slaves of Bagorda to find out or want to escape, then don't save anyone, go!"

Arecio's tone sounded serious, and he just glanced coldly at the soldier who was still struggling to get down from the pile of corpses. "Taking him with you will only drag us down."

"Please, Lord Governor, for my sake!" The soldier, who looked strong, burst into tears, and he reached out to Arecio, begging Arecio to take him away. "Please, I don't want to die here, my lord! Even if it's for me to crawl behind, I can climb, I can climb! With that, he gritted his teeth, rolled over and fell, clenching his teeth and dragging his two bloody legs under the eyes of the rest of the people, and crawled under the feet of Arecio.

He couldn't walk at all in the face of the poor soldier, but he gritted his teeth and crawled to Arecio's feet. He looked up, tears still streaming from his moist eyes, would Arecio be soft-hearted? Or is he like Aetius, whose heart is like a stone.

I saw Arecio crouch down slowly, and to my surprise, he reached out and grabbed the wounded soldier's hand tightly. I really never expected him to do that, and it seems like he wouldn't leave it behind. Such a conscientious act also surprised me, and I couldn't help but feel that he and Aetius were indeed very different, maybe so, although Aetius regarded human life as a mustard, but he took me and Andrew as well. This time Arecio did not forget the two of us, and it also gave me some hope for this country.

Before the high-level nobles surrendered, at least the empire could hold on to it from falling apart in an instant.

"This person can't take it."

What the? I hurriedly turned around to see who was saying such cold-blooded words, but who would have thought that the person who said this was my comrade-in-arms and friend, Andrew.

"What do you say, Andrew?" I hurriedly grabbed him, lest his voice would be heard by Arecio and he would change his mind and leave the poor soldier mercilessly. And whispered to him: "He is injured and needs help, we can't just be so cold-blooded and die without help!" ”

"But ......"

Just as Andrew was about to refute, he heard Arecio behind him speak: "Mr. Andrew is right, it must be a burden to bring him!" ”

I didn't expect Arecio to hear it, and when I looked back again, I saw the wounded soldier leaning on Arecio's shoulder motionless, and his eyes that had not been closed had lost their life.

"Whew!"

With a twist of his right hand, Arecio pulled back sharply, drawing out a bloodied subway sword, wasn't that the one he had been carrying with him?

He pushed the soldier to the ground, who had become a corpse, wiped the blood-stained blade of the sword on the corpse's clothes, and then put the sword into its sheath.

"You killed him!"

I couldn't believe that Arecio had killed the poor soldier mercilessly with almost no mercy, just as I had originally thought, and had no idea how loyal the soldier had ever been to him.

"If we take him with us, all he can give us is misfortune!" Arecio said coldly, then got up and passed me, "Let's go, take advantage of the fact that they haven't noticed this place yet." ”

"Boom!"

There was another crash to the ground, and I looked back to see a soldier covered in blood and dead.

"Is this the price of loyalty?"

When Arecio heard my words, I seemed to be full of emotion at the time, but it was actually a question, a question to Arecio, he paused, did not reply, and continued to walk. The two heavily armed soldiers gave us a cold look, without saying a word, and followed Arecio towards the straight exit.

"Let's go, Luga, don't talk so much along the way. If you want to get out of here safely. ”

Andrew seemed to resonate with Arecio unconsciously, and he didn't even look back at the corpse that was gradually passing in temperature, as if the corpse's death had nothing to do with him. But it seems to me that he was involved, and Arecio had his share in killing this soldier! But Andrew didn't care, but directly followed the torches of the group in front of him, holding on to the narrow wall, and moving outside little by little.

What else could I say, I couldn't say anything, and as I watched them go away, I suddenly realized that I was not the same Mother as I used to be.

sighed, looked at the corpse and couldn't help but sigh that he was such a soft-spoken person, and he didn't have the ability to control his own life and death, and he still wanted to save others, which was ridiculous!

Needless to say, they are far away, and I want to follow them so as not to fall behind! God knows if Arecio will abandon me like he abandoned this hapless soldier.

Pick up a torch left on the ground, the fighting above has not stopped at this time, there are still unwilling people, but the broken ladder will not give him any hope!

The tunnel was damp, as if it hadn't been used for a long time, and the original dozens of people, only these two soldiers, Arecio, and Andrew, five people lined up in a straight line, groping their way along the wet wall.