The air currents pass through the special buzzer on the tail feathers of the rattling arrow, and it emits a scream that pierces the senses, as if someone has stabbed a knife in your head, but the two sides who are buried in the desperate struggle are obviously not attracted by it, and are still obsessed with the game of how to send the other party to God faster.

Different sharp weapons crisscrossed and crisscrossed, greedily tearing through the flesh protected by heavy armor, and drinking blood happily.

"Look, my lord, that's the agreed signal!"

Kohler pointed in the direction from which the voice came from and shouted at me anxiously, because this was not the signal that should be sent when everything was agreed, an arrow piercing through the clouds meant that the big fish was about to escape from the hook, reminding us that we had to react immediately.

"See!"

I shook off the leaves and grass branches on my body and jumped up, now that it was pointless to continue lurking.

"Let the two-handed swordsmen go down to help the bulls, and the rest of the light infantry and archers run forward, make sure to block the big fish, and signal Hans to go out to block any possible escape routes!"

"Yes!"

Kohler nodded to the two men behind him, and they took out the tightly wrapped air-dried cow dung, used it as a fire starter, and when the flames grew stronger, they threw dead leaves and grass roots into it, and the bright flames immediately emitted thick black smoke and soared into the sky.

The two-handed swordsmen couldn't wait, and they were eager to go down and kill, because in this way they could get the loot from the corpse, and if they were lucky, they could pick up a whole piece of chain mail, which would be enough to go to the tavern and enjoy a fluttering day, away from the bloody swordsmanship.

Therefore, as soon as the order to attack was issued, they swooped down the mountain like a hungry pervert seeing a little white rabbit, and the enemy in front of them was no longer an equal opponent, but a moving gold coin.

I took the reins of the horse handed by the squire, and was about to mount the horse in a dashing manner, when Kohler suddenly came out of nowhere and grabbed me, with a resolute expression that made me think that he had tied a suicide bomber to extinguish it:

"My lord, you still stay in a safe place, although you can ride a horse now, but strenuous exercise, especially directly participating in the battle, is still impossible for you to complete, we can do this little thing for you."

I angrily shook off Kohler's hand holding the reins of the horse, turned over on the horse despite his persuasion, and rode majestically on the horse's back and replied: "I must fight, no matter how cunning the big fish turns, it cannot escape the palm of the hand of a good fisherman. After saying that, I clamped the horse's belly and began to pursue with a group of subordinates.

"May this be the last battle, God forbid don't let Louie escape!" I rose and fell with the bumps on the horse's back, endured the faint pain that came from my back from time to time, and prayed silently in my heart.

Perhaps God really heard the prayer and had mercy to grant my little wish, but for whatever reason, as I rushed out of the woods and was about to get into another area, I ran head-on into Louis the robber by the cavalry led by Hans.

"It's really hard to find a place to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there!"

I blurted out excitedly, and Khloe, who was on the side, was obviously scorched by the Earl's astonishing lines, rolled his eyes and almost fell off the horse.

Hans's cavalry had already been mixed up with the bandits, and by virtue of their numerical superiority, they were gradually surrounded in a group, and our participation basically determined the course of the battle, and this small encounter had no hope of turning the tables around.

"Ahh

Kohler's arrow pierced through the last enemy who was still stubbornly resisting, he walked over and stepped on the opponent's chest, which was still panting, pulled out the dagger at his waist, pulled away the trembling hands that were raised and pleaded for mercy, and cut the throat of the opponent mercilessly, and the hot blood splattered out like a high-pressure water gun, painting him into a red bloody man.

Hans was wounded in the leg and almost fell to the ground when he dismounted, but this time thanks to the cavalry on standby in time, he succeeded in blocking Louis's escape route, otherwise the result would have been very low.

"Our inner line was killed, and he was about to sneak attack Louie from behind, but he was discovered by several of the opponent's close men, and he was outnumbered." Hans limped up to me, wielding his blood-stained sword, and pointed to a corpse that was being gathered by the warriors.

"This warrior will receive the courtesy he deserves, and let the merciful Heavenly Father soothe his pure and noble soul to eternal heaven, Amen!" I have always had a respectful attitude towards this kind of fighters who are fighting on the hidden front, paying attention to the need to use suspicious people, and I will never doubt their loyalty.

"Where's Louie the Robber?"

Kohler has long been accustomed to life and death, and his nightingales are quietly sacrificed on their respective fronts every day, so death is just a disappearance of a number for him, and the rupture of a line of communication, and has nothing to do with fresh life, compared to him is more concerned about the ultimate goal of this battle.

"I don't know, but I can guarantee that not a single enemy escaped, and all but those who were killed were strictly controlled over there, and we were cleaning up the battlefield before we had time to interrogate." Hans raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, for fear that he would be negligent.

"Well done, the bull's side is almost over, you guys are smart, count the casualties, and take me to see the prisoners."

I nodded in satisfaction, and gave him an encouraging smile, for Hans might have been pushed too hard by my high demands, and though he had gotten rid of his previous rhetoric, he had become a coward who trembled and walked on thin ice all day long, cautiously dissipating his spirits, fearing that he would be sent away by me at any time with an excuse.

The captives sat in a circle with their heads hung down, almost all of them were wounded, and they were tied very strongly, some of them had blue noses and swollen faces and drooped their heads, it was estimated that the guards had taught them a lesson when they did not cooperate, and when they saw someone coming, only a few raised their heads and looked weakly here, and then lowered their heads numbly again.

"This is the honorable Count of Nijmegen, you cursed bandits, and you don't kneel down and ask for forgiveness?" The guards recognized me and cursed the captives and kicked them to their knees.

I scrutinized it with my hands behind my back, and every expression of the captive who was so stained with blood and dirt that I couldn't see my true face, hoping to find the robber Louie through a different look, but the other party was obviously an old fritter with a lot of experience, and he didn't show any flaws.

"I know that Louis the robber is among you, and that he is the ultimate goal of our war, and in accordance with God's teachings of mercy, no other accomplices will be sentenced to death, and I swear in the name of the Count of Nijmegen."

Raising my fist and pointing to the sky, I looked around at my captives, satisfied that someone was finally obedient.

"Again, as long as you hand over the robber Louie, the first one to be identified will be acquitted, Randy, Count of Nijmegen, will never hurt him, assure God!"

Prisoners, you look at me, I look at you, although they didn't speak, but there was a little more **** in their eyes to survive, but they still chose to wait, and no one was willing to be the first to betray their boss, because everyone clearly knew what the punishment for betraying their accomplices was, although it was death if they didn't say it.

"I'll start counting now, and when I count to ten, and no one will stand up and identify that heinous scum, I'll kill one person for every count until I kill all of you, anyway, Louie is among you, and it should be that person who is happy to be buried with so many people, right?" I found a piece of clean grass and sat on the ground, deliberately cleared my throat loudly, and began to count.

"One, two......"

In the first few counts, only two or three people raised their heads and looked left and right in horror, but most of them buried their heads lower, their eyes closed as if to let themselves forget what had happened.

Khloe walked up and down between them, grinning eerily and plucking his bowstring in a cacophony of harsh leather bands.

“…… Seven, eight, nine! ”

I accentuated the pronunciation of the word nine, and the long tail became an invisible rope wrapped around the neck of the captives who wanted to live, gradually tightening.

"I say! Don't count anymore, I'll confess, I'll say everything! ”

A captive finally couldn't withstand the huge psychological pressure and collapsed, crying and crying like a dead pig and slumping on the ground, with fishy liquid flowing out of his lower body, and peeing his pants very undignified.

"Good!"

I clenched my hands behind my back, which were covered in cold sweat, and stared triumphantly at the captives who had been brought to me, trying to hold my breath and get used to the foul smell coming from all over my body.

"Now let's talk about it, as long as you say it, I'll let you go immediately."

The captive's whole body trembled like chaff, and his face was red and white, indicating what a fierce ideological struggle he was going on at the moment, on the one hand, the instinct to seek life and death, and on the other hand, the fate of hiding in Tibet in order to avoid the killer who sought revenge in the future.

He closed his eyes in pain, his lips bitten by himself, and the dirt on them trickled down little by little, until he was exposed to the scorching sun and dried up.

"It's him!"

The captive suddenly opened his eyes, pointed at a man dressed too ordinary, and shouted, "He is Louis the robber!" ”

After saying that, he broke free from the restraints of the soldiers on both sides like crazy, crashed into a big tree with a thick bowl mouth, kicked his legs with his head broken and bloodied, and committed suicide miserably.

I walked up to the robber Louie, put my arm around his shoulders and sat down side by side, and looked at him for a long time before I slowly spoke: "Look at what you have tortured your own men?" No wonder everyone calls you the devil, it seems that you can really control people's hearts. ”

(End of chapter)