"Hurry, hurry!"

It seems like nothing, who knows the anxiety in my heart at this moment?

It was already in the dangerous situation of being exposed to the enemy on his back, and the opposing commander was still calm and calm, which was his most weighty weight, and he could tilt the scales on either side.

We are snipers with muzzles locked at each other, fingers pressed on the trigger, waiting for the calibration of the fire, so, whoever moves first dies first!

The battle was in full swing, the mud was full of soldiers and stiff and twisted corpses on both sides, blood stained the ground red, then diluted by raindrops, and sacrificed to the solemn mountain forest.

The soldiers of Nijmegen stubbornly resisted the enemy's attack wave after wave, Rao was in a weak position in numbers, but as a commander, I was clearly aware that the seemingly unshakable defense line was actually strong and strong, relying only on spirit and spirit, the enemy only needed to invest a little more troops, maybe only a dozen people, and the collapse of the strong crossbow would be inevitable.

The commander of the enemy is not a fool, at least he smoothed out the confusion of consciousness in the dilemma, and made up his mind to press all his forces in front, instead of blocking the back, the knights of the Chinese army jumped off their horses, one foot deep and one foot shallow, leading the attendants and servants into the battle, the exposed archers of the Chinese army are like little girls with pear blossoms and rain in half clothes, poor watery eyes look at you, are you still a man at this time?

"Kill!"

I yelled and wanted to make a chic appearance, but my legs were numb for a long time, and I just straightened my chest and simply fell back into the mud, and I fell into the in embarrassment, but fortunately, the soldiers pounced out one by one like tigers down the mountain, and they didn't notice the embarrassment of the duke.

The rain stopped, the air was filled with the fragrance of the earth, the bathed forest was thick to dark green, a thriving scene, the birds shook off the water droplets on their feathers, and deftly jumped from branch to branch, singing excitedly, singing the praises of the hard-won good weather.

As always, I sat on the ground in a relatively dry corner, looking at the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield in a daze, they gradually became a blurred shadow in their sight, blending with the bright scenery, fighting a war is a work of life, you never know when the joking God will take away the humble life for him at will, so every time after the war, I have to be in a daze, savoring this kind of comfort and laziness that can waste time, so that I can understand the hard-won hard to breathe at this moment.

It's good to be alive!

Not far away, in the quagmire lay a corpse that had not yet had time to be removed, its legs and feet twisted at incredible angles, the horrific wound on his neck cut by a sharp weapon was the cause of his death, and the congealed blood showed a dull color, like a pig's liver on a cutting board overnight.

"It's a knight......

He wore an old half-length chain mail, which the average peasant soldier could not afford, and the soldier who was cleaning the battlefield walked over to the corpse, laboriously broke his frozen fingers, and pulled away the long sword before removing the valuable chain mail.

“………………”

I opened my mouth to order the soldier to stop and preserve the last dignity of the fallen knight, but as soon as the words came to my mouth, I couldn't say anything anyway.

"What's the use of being decent when people are dead?"

Watching the soldier turn the corpse over with his hands and feet, he took off the chain mail after dividing it by two, leaving only half of his shirt buried his face in the mud, and the flatulence gushing out of his abdomen formed a string of blisters, which only floated for a few seconds before shattering, like our lives, from splendid to decaying, everything is a white horse.

"Take a look at the sword."

I stretched out my hand to the soldier who was about to leave, and the latter was stunned for some reason, and then obediently put the knight's sword up, the feeling of the hand was very heavy, but the weight was evenly distributed, and the counterweight ball was just right to balance the force on the sword body.

The blacksmith who forged the sword must have had a lot of experience, and considering the knight's feelings as he did various movements such as slashing and stabbing, he was able to truly satisfy the user.

The two edges of the sword are full of gaps, which shows that it has followed its master from birth to death and gone through a hundred battles, and it can also be thought that the knight's income is tight, and there is no extra money to build a new long sword, so its daily maintenance is in place, and the traces of sharpening are clearly visible, ensuring the killing on the battlefield.

"It's a good sword, but it's a pity that it's going to change hands."

I can't help but dance with my sword, its blade piercing the air, it speaks, as if protesting against the touch of strangers, day and night with life and death, war, weapons, Rao is a dull person like me, who has learned to read emotions from the cold steel, to talk to another world.

Codename Four's ghostly flashes appeared. disturbed my rare Yaxing, "My lord, I have taken a lot of prisoners. What to do? ”

Carefully inserting the sword back into the leather sheath, I watched the soldier walk away: "We have to march in a hurry, and we can't take so many prisoners, don't you know what to do?" ”

There were so many emotions that I had shown during this time that I decided to keep a straight face and pretend to be serious, and the two peasant soldiers carried the corpses one after the other, and staggered to the cliff by the side of the mountain road, where the deep abyss below would be the home of rotten flesh, whether nobles or commoners.

"There are too many people, and it's a lot of work to deal with."

It's strange that her black clothes are clean, and there are no mud stars at all.

"There are a lot of wounded, it's better to kill a group and keep a group, and let the honest ones be responsible for carrying the wounded, what do you think?"

The voice of Codename Four was mechanically smooth, and the moment the lips and teeth collided, the life and death of many people were decided, and the black clothes with the logo were like a ghostly judgment.

"Do as you wish."

I'm not in the mood to discuss the details of the killing, because dying people are nothing more than ghosts crying wolf and seeing death as if they were at home, and the latter is often secretly ghost-crying wolf howls to pretend to be real in front of the public.

"Let Martini's gang of peasants do it and practice their courage."

She flipped over her clothes and walked away: "I'll arrange it." ”

As expected, the executioner and the condemned prisoner wept bitterly together, and the executioner with the knife cried even more sadly, causing the prisoners to look at each other with their hands tied.

This kind of animal is really strange, usually in order to satisfy the joy of the mouth, slaughtering cattle and sheep cruelly without even blinking their eyes, and when it is necessary to kill the same kind, they can't bear to cry their noses, as if they are a saint who is compassionate to the heavens and things, but the illusion can't hide the darkness in their hearts, jealousy, hatred, fascination, desire......

Everything can be the reason for drawing swords against each other, so people don't care about the goodness of their nature at the beginning, and those who seem to be good are all attached to the strong and provide for more and more vicious evil.

"It's nerve-wracking, it's just a matter of killing someone."

The corners of my mouth were numb and smiled: "Well, if you kill easily, they will never get tired of it." ”

Groping for the rough calluses of the palms, this is the gift of the years to the sword-wielder, it is small, abrupt, inconspicuous, but loves fresh blood, whenever it comes into contact with the handle of the sword, it bursts out with amazing power, they are intimate partners, life-taking partners, dancers singing in blood, and crazy addicted murderous demons.

The earth-shattering cries suddenly stopped, and the ears keenly caught the sound of metal cutting through skin and severing bones, both obscure and beautiful, angels and demons alternately occupying the high ground of thought, fighting without winning or losing.

Looking up, the back of the spear is very familiar, oh, it's the first Martini to eat crabs, what's it called?

"Rabbit"

That's right, it's his name.

The rabbit didn't seem to believe that he had really killed someone with his own hands, and froze in place, his spear piercing the opponent's chest shallowly, still sharp and the entire head of the spear gone.

The condemned prisoner struggled on the verge of not being able to survive, the pain of drilling his heart was no longer indescribable, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the air greedily, and the muscles of his whole body began to spasm after excessive blood loss, like a big-headed doll that had been teased by someone, and swayed with the vibration of the spring.

"Go on, end him!"

A Nijmegen veteran scolds the cowardly rabbit, and the mother-in-law's personality is clearly not in line with his resolute temper.

"Quick! Do it! ”

The veteran pushed the rabbit's shoulder, his big pincer-like hands firmly controlling the young peasants who involuntarily retreated.

"No...... Not ......"

The rabbit shook his head in a winch, his voice shaking louder than his body, and the gurgling blood scaring him stupidly.

"God, help me......"

The rabbit sat on the ground, praying incoherently, his timid appearance almost representative of what most Martini farmers would do.

"God can't save you, he's too busy to take care of your prayers."

The veteran pushed him away in disappointment, kicked the convulsive condemned prisoner, stepped on the opponent's neck, pulled out the spear inserted into the chest, and aimed it at the throat, the whole set of actions was clean and neat, not much more difficult than slaughtering a chicken.

"See? That's what kills! Remember, mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, and if you really can't bear to let him suffer, it is better to be happy than to hesitate to do so, young man, God is here, not here, if you die, he will still stay there. ”

The veteran nodded his forehead and heart, then touched his lips, and finally raised his hand to the sky.

The rabbit cried, the others fell silent, and the sun, unable to bear to witness the bloody scene, hid behind the mountains and slowly fell, casting the strange colors of the earth.

The relay of killing the head is still going on, the veteran's deafening scolding has worked, and the rest of the people have moved a lot, although numb and unbearable to write on their faces, but at least they have done what they should do, and after experiencing this, they can be regarded as growing.

Code Name Four's aura that is incompatible with the surrounding environment makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Did the enemy commander catch it?" I'd love to meet that opponent who is secretly competing.

"Dead."

Codename Si replied succinctly: "After the troops broke up, he fled under the cover of several relatives, so that our people were blocked, and that guy refused to surrender when he was disrespectful, and everyone rushed up and died an extremely ugly death." She frowned slightly, she should have been to the scene.

"It's a pity, it's an interesting opponent."

I patted my ass and stood up, and got wet: "Tell me about the enemy." ”

"We have interrogated the captives, and it has been confessed that they are knights of the family of the Duke of Burgundy, and have been ordered to garrison Martini, and they cannot tell the reason, I suspect that your whereabouts have been revealed to the enemy by the people from the east, and the purpose of their additional forces is to strengthen the garrison of the important passes and prevent us from passing."

The head of the code name four analysis is the Tao, the specific reason should be eight or nine, my return, like a catfish drilled into the school of sturgeon, stimulated this group of cowardly ladies to join forces in self-danger.

"Hehe, do they know that they are scared at last?"

Stepping on the mud mixed with blood, minced flesh and filth, I walked away one step at a time. Just after the storm, there are some broken branches and fallen leaves on both sides of the road, which is the destructive force of nature to change the world, and for the entire empire, a new storm is quietly gathering.

The empty Castle of Vevey was drummed down, and the swarming soldiers quickly filled the small stone building, like a horde of savage bandits, looting the belongings and treasures of their original owners.

In the face of dozens of old and weak women and children trembling and crying in the wind, I could not speak, and indeed there was nothing to say, because no amount of comfort could change the fact that Nijmegen had ruined their family, and I only did what the victors of this era would do, living in their houses, robbing their property, taking their wives and daughters, and enslaving their slaves.

Objectively speaking, I am humane, at least I did not sell Baron Auden's wife and children into slavery, allowing them to leave with a certain amount of personal property under the escort of loyal servants, but the seeds of hatred have been planted in the heart of the boy who has been staring at me with resentful eyes, and without much careful watering, this seed can take root and sprout, and eventually grow a vicious poppy, which may harm others or himself.

My gaze swept over the boy and the girl holding hands with him, their mothers holding their two children sensitively, clearly misunderstanding me.

"Please, my lord......"

Although weak and cowardly, her innate motherhood gave her incredible courage to dare to make demands on the victor.

"Be strong, Mother, and don't ask the devil for forgiveness!"

The boy was young but spoke with maturity and determination, and he broke free from his mother's embrace and pointed at my nose menacingly, and if it were not for his young age, I believe he would have preferred to hold a sword to the enemy's neck.

"Cursed devil! I hope you will remember my face, and I swear that I will personally send you to God so that the all-knowing and all-powerful God will judge you for your heinous sins! ”

"Hills!"

The mother, frightened by her son's words and actions, hurriedly dragged the boy by, and her tone became more and more humble and pleading.

"Open your grace, my lord, he is still young, the child's words cannot be believed, he has no idea what he just said, he is a child, my lord!"

"Your name is Hills? How old is it? Ignoring the woman's babbling pleas, I squatted on the ground at the same height as the boy and asked with great interest.

"In two years, we will be at the age of Sabre!" He replied-for-tat, and his thin body faintly erupted with indescribable strength.

(End of chapter)