I dipped my fingers in the foam and gently rubbed my eye sockets to dissolve the dark red spots at the bottom of my vision, and although there was still a dull pain in some areas, my vision was basically back to normal, and the tragic scenes of the battlefield along the way were unreservedly visible.

There were as many dead horses on the hillside as there were dead enemies, their bodies twisted and coiled, some missing their torsos, some missing their lower bodies, and some of their necks with shocking wounds dripping with black blood, while their heads rolled somewhere, and the front hooves of the dying horses were kicking wildly, their manes were dirty, and they were screaming and licking their long-dead masters, as if they were exhausting their last loyalty.

"Are all the warriors who follow me dead?"

Perhaps it was the hellish situation in the wild world that stimulated the weakest nerve, I pursed my lips and asked timidly.

The guard's expression was obviously stunned, and he probably couldn't find a suitable answer, which made him a little flustered: "The enemy's javelins did have a little impact on the charge, but that rabble was no match for the God-blessed Nijmegen knights, but the terrain of the climb made our knights shrink back to some extent." ”

We passed by a few bloody corpses, and the horses suddenly faltered in fear, as if there were terrible monsters hidden in the middle of the pile of lifeless stiff corpses, which alerted the guard, who put his index finger to his mouth to signal me not to make a sound, and tiptoed closer with his sword in hand.

The corpses piled on top were shirtless, the ribs were all exposed, and the unbearable wounds were exposed, and the black coagulated blood flowed down the armpits to the lower abdomen, which showed the tragic situation of the struggle at that time and the pain of life and death hanging by a thread, and there were three dead corpses in different postures under him, and it was difficult to make out the faces of them on their sides or lying down, what did the war horse perceive? The guard looked back with some weakness, as if he wanted me to make up his mind for him.

Having been educated in systematic materialism since childhood, I profess not to believe in ghosts and gods, and I am a staunch atheist, but in this dark age when religion covers the sky with one hand, I always have to maintain reverence for some mysterious existences.

Just when the two of us were hesitating whether to continue, our shirtless bodies moved!

I saw that it shook its legs like it was resurrected, as if it was squatting for a long time and stretching its muscles and bones, Rao is guard was brave enough to dare to fight bears and tigers, and he was unwilling to face the unknown undead monsters, he screamed very unhappily and fell to the ground, shaking like chaff, he couldn't even escape, and instantly petrified on the spot.

I was also frightened from a long distance, but after many years of education, I quickly regained the commanding heights of reason, and I firmly believed that the dead cannot be resurrected, maybe the corpse of Ya has changed, right? But there is not even a live cat in a radius of 800 miles, and there are no clouds and lightning in the sky, which is simply evil!

The guard was completely abandoned, he was stiffer than a corpse, and I couldn't count on it, so I jumped off the horse gently, took a deep breath to cheer myself up, and picked up the long sword on the ground while holding the reins of the horse, and made all preparations just in case, if it was really a cow, a ghost, a snake, and a god, I would have a chance to run away.

The resurrected corpse suddenly stopped shaking, and it scared me into peeing my pants, and it wouldn't feel anyone approaching, right? According to the general routine of supernatural stories, the zombies who were resurrected for the first time urgently needed to collect yang and replenish blood to maintain the vitality of their bodies.

The blade of the long sword was next to the purple skin of the shirtless corpse, and it was easy to cut it, and after waiting for a long time for the sticky black blood to flow out, I jumped two steps in a row and ran a few meters away, carefully observing the movement on the other side.

A few minutes passed, and the corpse was still lying there naked, neither deceitful nor resurrected, and I couldn't help but muster up the courage to stab it in the chest.

"Ahh

A scream shattered my composure, and without saying a word, I immediately threw away my sword and turned over on my horse, and the movement was so fast that I couldn't even react to it, and the corpse that didn't want to jump up was faster than me, and ran in the opposite direction with my head in my hands, and the flexible joints were by no means dead.

"Grandma's, pretend to be dead to scare the master!"

Frightened, I patted my chest and chased after his back, leaving the guards still in a daze.

Now I think about it, I'm scared, this road is downhill, I was stunned to ride a horse and run down, thanks to God forbid, I didn't fall and break my legs, in fact, I don't understand why I have to catch this poor ghost hiding in the pile of corpses, pretending to be dead, people are just afraid to hope to find a way to live, why be aggressive, have to put him to death?

I pondered this question for a long time, but I couldn't find an answer, and in the end I could only explain it as God's will.

"Stop!"

I yelled like all stupid chasers, as if I could make the target in front of me stop immediately, but I couldn't find any other suitable lines at this moment.

"Stop, you coward!"

Maybe playing dead for a long time has made this person accumulate a lot of physical strength, or maybe he understands that once he falls into the hands of the fierce knight behind him, he will definitely not escape death, so he is forced into a desperate situation to burst out of his potential, holding two short legs, which is faster than the four legs of a war horse, which is simply unreasonable.

"In God's name, I will kill you!"

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was still not close, I kicked the horse's belly fiercely, and shouted angrily: "I am Randy, Duke of Nijmegen, I order you to stop!" Damn, did you sneak into Mercury's flying shoes? ”

The chase continued, and Mercury, who had stepped on the Hot Wheels, finally ran out of fuel in his body, and his pace gradually slowed down, and I immediately urged the horse to catch up, shortening the distance a little bit.

"Don't let me catch you, bastard!" I looked at his back as he got closer and closer, gritting my teeth and roaring.

The escapee gasped for breath, listening to the sound of a burning chest in his chest, he stumbled forward completely consciously, as vain as a duck dancing on cotton, I rode up my horse and raised my sword to the back of my neck and slammed it, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

I let go of the reins that were sweating from my palms, and stabbed the runaway with my sword, his face rushing down and lying on his stomach, seemingly lifeless.

"Don't play dead, bastard, wasn't that enough? This is not a corpse to help you disguise. I said viciously, holding my sword against his bare shoulder, slowly building up my strength.

"Ahh

The bleeding pain woke the fleeer from his coma, the beads of sweat on his forehead made his already dirty face even more disgusting, and he knelt on his knees like garlic and begged for mercy, crying in panic.

"Please spare me, my lord, for God's sake! I'm just a Vatican friar, I don't know anything, please don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me......"

"Don't know anything?"

I was not suspicious of this sentence and was suddenly noticed by this sentence, and the little monk consciously covered his mouth in gaffe, but it was too late to regret it, so he could only keep kowtowing and asking for mercy.

I glanced back and forth at his slightly muscular and not as white as a monk who spent his days in a gloomy library, reciting scriptures, and decided that I would dig deeper, and perhaps I would be able to extract some important information.

I jumped off the horse slowly, not worried that the other party would take the opportunity to escape, not long after the outbreak of the girl, even if I had to rest for a while, right?

I put my sword on his shoulder, the blade reaching to my throat: "Monk, report your name before I get angry." ”

"Lücher, my name is Lücher, Duke...... Lord Duke. The little friar had not yet relented, and replied breathlessly.

"Lucher? Are you a Frenchman? ”

I casually pushed the long sword down my throat again, and the cold pain in my neck immediately scared the other person's ass to urine.

"Tell me, why are you lying there dressed as dead, and why are you running when you see us passing by?"

"I'm guilty, my lord, I'm guilty...... Forgive the merciful Lord his humble lamb! ”

The monk who called himself Luchel folded his hands in prayer and looked pitiful: "I am just an ordinary monk of the Vatican Manuscript Academy, and I am ordered to serve the chariot of Nixia, and there is nothing else to hide, please believe my esteemed lord, I can swear to God with my devout faith!" He swore that he was pounding his chest, something like that.

I squinted my eyes to carefully distinguish the tears that were still hanging from his cheeks, and for a moment I really felt that I was too sensitive, but another voice in my heart quietly reminded: "Don't believe him, these liars under the banner of religion can blow a bunch of shit to the sky in order to survive!" ”

"Bastard!"

I threw a kick in his chest, and the other party fell to the ground with the clear sound of bones shattering, and was already unable to make a sound in pain.

"What do you say? Now you know the confession, right? "I deliberately leaned my ear over and made an exaggerated expression.

"God, please forgive me...... Forgive me, my ignorant and sinful soul......"

Lu Schel muttered intermittently, his lips were pale, and it was estimated that the broken ribs in his chest caused bleeding in his organs, and he would not survive.

"Before you pray for your soul, you need to figure out what is going on, brother."

I played with the long sword in my hand, so that its polished smooth edges reflected the dazzling essence: "Those two ribs must make you very uncomfortable, but unfortunately you have to endure a long torment before going to God, believe me, that feeling is quite bad, I can help you end this accident quickly." ”

The monk looked at the sword that was close at hand, and made a choice: "I once touched the cross of Christ's crucifixion and swore that I would never betray God and my faith, and the heir of St. Peter, who walked on behalf of the Lord, my lord......"

"Every knight swore to slay God's enemies with this sword and never inflict it on the brother of Christ, but what happened?"

I straightened my back and said to him in the breeze, as if to say to myself: "Mortals are born to suffer, this is God's destiny, we cannot choose what we are about to experience, but we can choose how to end this torment, the priests rely on the pious prayers of the day, the knights use the sword in their hands, and the commoners can only obey helplessly, so what is your choice, Brother Luchel from France?" ”

The monk's face turned even paler with the constant internal bleeding, causing his every breath to become a blunt knife that cut flesh, painful and tangled.

"Will you help me repent, my lord?"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Luchel suddenly asked, and only after receiving my affirmative nod did he continue: "I lied to you, I am indeed a scribe of the Vatican Scripture Academy, and I am also a constant companion of the Prayer Chamber, I have been hiding in the corpse pile for a long time before I met you, but I swear that I have no intention of blaspheming the dead." ”

"Bodyguard?"

I played with this ambiguous title, and looked at him again and again, although Lücher's face was dirty and could not be seen clearly, but the goose egg face with some baby fat was indeed reminiscent of the habit of some big people with bad intentions.

"Then why are you running? Wouldn't it be better to hide there and pretend to be dead? ”

Speaking of this, Luchel was depressed, and then coughed violently:

"Your fall from the sky has taken Nishita by surprise, according to the return of the scouts last night, the army of Nijmegen is trapped in Milan, and there is still more than a day to go from here at the earliest, and the rout of the army under the mountain has also made Nishita lose the confidence to resist, and he is determined to flee to Mantua, where the Marquis of Verona is stationed, which is closer to Rome, and Nixia is worried that the nobles who are overseeing the battle on the mountainside will be afraid of death and will not be able to buy more time, so he ordered me to send the golden cross and Bible for his prayer to the front line, I hoped to boost the morale of the defenders, but I never expected them to be defeated faster than the volunteers at the bottom of the mountain...... I am guilty, God please punish me! ”

"You say His Majesty the Pope is not on the mountain?"

I anxiously asked, "In which direction did he go?" How many guards did you bring? Say it! ”

The monk was on the verge of life, and as he lay dying, he said intermittently, "I don't know, damn it, I don't know...... Oh God forgive, I sweared...... We parted at the top of the hill and went down to Mantua...... In order not to cause a commotion among others, Ni Xia left all his personal guards in the camp, how many people did he take away? God, that only he himself knows. ”

I raised my sword above my head and pointed it at Luschel, who began to speak incoherently, whose pupils were suddenly constricted: "God will forgive you for all your sins, because at the end of your life, you finally chose to do the right thing." ”

I condescendingly looked down at my prey, like an eagle with its claws and teeth ready to hunt, and slashed down at the monk's calm smile: "This is God's will!" ”

The skull, which was connected to the nerves and fibers, rolled out of the hillside bones for a long distance, and seemed to have no attachment to this flowery world.

As he smeared his sword on the corpse, the sober guard hurried in, and he glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, as if it was difficult to unite it with the demon that frightened him.

"Your Excellency."

He said, with a hint of self-reproach and apology in his tone: "Let's go!" ”

"It's time to go."

I pulled the saddle and rode on my horse, and the beast neighed uneasily, and the guard, with the long sword I had thrown in one hand and the reins in the other, ran in the direction of the mountainside, bypassing the bleeding corpse from the wound on the neck.

"I'm going to see Rollo soon, squire."

"Yes, my lord."