The slave named Haba was a little different, and he looked at the scimitars and axes on the ground, but none of them looked at them. I saw him walk to the fence, take a spear from the guard's hand, hold it in his hand, and then return to the center of the field satisfied.

Two more warriors jumped into the fence on the other side, and together with the original three, five warriors were gathered to deal with Haba.

Utorres was very curious about this slave, he looked at this dark-skinned boy, the black hair on the top of his head was messed up, but the muscles of his arms and legs were very solid, no matter how he looked at it, he was an authentic Tubis slave, and it was not a Nate who was messing around in it at all.

While Utores was staring at him, Haba looked unusually calm in the face of the five stout Imperial warriors. He slowly bent down, reached out and grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, then rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and wiped the gun with the dirt.

The more Utores looked at it, the more interested he became, and as a veteran of making guns, he understood it at a glance. It turned out that this slave also knew how to use a gun, which was to use dirt to increase the friction between his hands, so that he could grasp the spear more firmly and prevent the spear from being shaken out of his hand during the fight.

The duel then broke out in an instant, and before the five warriors could attack, the slave fought back with his spear in hand.

For a while, the dust was billowing in the field, and the knives and axes flashed with cold light in the chaos, and screams were heard from time to time.

The battle lasted only about twenty minutes, and by the time the dust cleared, four warriors were lying on the ground, and one warrior began to retreat in fear. Looking at the slave again, I saw that there were several new wounds on his body, and blood was gurgling down his thighs. But he ignored it, and flew out with his spear, leaving a long shadow on the ground, and snorting right in the throat of the last warrior faster than he could have imagined.

Tubis was also a tenacious warrior, and when he was dying, he fought back when he suddenly grabbed Haba's right wrist and slashed Haba in the abdomen.

Haba was caught by him and couldn't move, but he didn't dodge, endured the sharp pain in his abdomen, and pushed the spear hard. It wasn't until the spear pierced the warrior's neck, and as the warrior fell to the ground with a terrible stagger, that he drew his spear, and then fell himself.

The crowd was horrified, and the barbarian guards by the fence froze in place. Everyone thought it was unbelievable that this slave had burst out with such great strength and eliminated five Imperial Warriors so quickly, which few people in the entire empire could do.

The whole process was in full view of Utorres, which shocked him. He was happy and worried, he was happy that there was such an extraordinary boy in the Empire, but he was worried that once this haba was gone, it would be difficult to find him in the future. Utorredo wanted to keep him and let him join the army to serve the empire, but just now he swore in the name of the god of war Shura, but he couldn't break his promise in front of everyone and the army. As the number one hero of the empire, reputation is more important than everything else, and going back on his word will only bring his majesty to the ground, which is a very taboo practice for him.

The young man Knight in front of him was still standing in the fence, and he was infected by the bravery and might of the slave. Seeing him lying injured and lying on the ground, Knight's young man hurried over and reached out to lift him up from the ground.

Haba glanced sideways at the young knight, but he didn't refuse the knee's kind help. He barely supported his body, his right hand on his abdomen, pressed the wound that was gushing with blood, and asked Utorres in a painful voice, "Lord Count, you have to talk and count. ”

Looking at the severe injury on Haba's body, Utores wanted to leave him for first aid, but he couldn't say it. As the commander of the army, he must not be merciful, nor can he take special care of anyone.

Utores squinted slightly, and swung his right hand vigorously at the guards. All the guards immediately dispersed and lined up neatly on the sidelines, giving up their custody of the knights.

Unexpectedly, the barbarians would really release themselves, and the knights, like panicked beasts and birds, only cared about their own lives, and fled in the direction of the east of the city.

At this time, Lisa did not run away immediately, but took Cook and Mariala, helped the young knight, and supported the life-saving benefactor of Tubis, Haba, and slowly left the knight's square together.

Watching the Knight leave quickly, the officer in front finally couldn't help but ask Utores and said, "Commander, really let them go like this?" ”

Utores had no expression on his face, and replied solemnly: "I, Utorres, count my words, and let them go when I say let them go." Besides, in the future, we will count on these Netes to farm and provide a steady supply of food for our empire, so that they will not all be killed! Go to the gates and give orders to let these Knight men out of the gates. ”

The chief officer saluted, then stepped on a war horse and galloped in the direction where the knight had left.

At the officer's signal, the guards at the gates of the city also moved out of the way. In this way, Knight, who had endured an ordeal, left Rysburg through the east gate, and they followed a path into the woods on the east side, and fled in the direction of Richenburg.

Seeing that the barbarians did not follow them, the people hurried slowly and with relief, and a large group of people walked together in an orderly manner, talking about the duel in the city.

The slave Haba was in the ranks, and the people began to take a keen interest in him. Although he is also a barbarian, after all, he saved all the Knight refugees, and everyone has a deep hatred for the barbarian, but they are still grateful to him, but they just don't say it.

Haba's wound was bleeding profusely, and his lips were turning white from the blood loss. If he continued like this, this pug would surely die, and the young man Knight was sweating profusely. The same goes for Lisa, who is kind to her lifesaver and is worried about Haba's injury.

At the call of the old people, everyone finally stopped by a small river, intending to rest here for the night and then hurry again tomorrow morning.

The slave's injuries were severe, and he was in a coma at this point, and he did not respond at all except for some breathing in his mouth.

Carter kept staring at the slave, he knew that it was the slave who saved himself and everyone, and he couldn't bear to watch the slave die like this. Carter was anxious, and he asked Lisa, "Sister, is he dead?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Although she said so, Lisa still touched his wrist uneasily. Fortunately, she could still feel her pulse, and Lisa sighed reassuringly.

An old man stooped over, reached out and probed the slave's nostrils, and then began to examine him for the deep knife wound.

Then the old man got up and said, "The wound is deep, and he is unconscious because of excessive bleeding." I'll go pick some herbs to stop his bleeding at once, and you can get him some food to eat and nourish his blood, preferably some wild things. ”

After saying that, the old man turned around and got into the bushes, squatting in the grass and kept looking for it. It seems that this old man should be a village doctor who knows some basic ways to save people.

Seeing that the old man was busy, the young man who slaughtered the lion got up and said, "You help take care of him, and we will find food for our benefactor." ”

After saying that, the boy strode into the woods, and the positive Carter also got up and followed.

The vast majority of Knight people were good, because many of them were poor people in the first place. A couple of peasant women brought Haba some clothes, and another farmer brought Haba some shriveled dates.

Lisa picks out a well-fitting dress for Haba to put on, and when she sees the countless scars on Haba's body, Lisa is shocked inside. Those scars are old and new, one on top of the other, I really don't know how he survived so many years as a slave. Mariara somewhere found a broken gourd and brought water for Haba. Lisa reached out and tore off a corner of her clothes, then dipped the cloth in water and washed Haba's body.

Soon the old man came over with a handful of herbs, chewed them with his mouth, and then carefully applied them to Haba's wound. The herbs worked, and the wound in Haba's abdomen slowly began to stop bleeding. But at the same time, his body began to slowly cool, and Lisa's tears were about to fall out.

There was indeed a lot of prey in the woods, and soon the lion slayer boy and Carter returned, they twisted pheasants and hares, and behind them several young men carried a large fat wild boar. The boar was huge, with several wooden forks on its body, and blood stains everywhere, and it seemed that it took a great deal of effort to subdue it.

As night falls, the bonfire begins to burn slowly. The smell of wild boar wafts all around, and the refugees gather to share this rare dinner.

Although Lisa was also hungry, she didn't care about eating herself, and kept standing by the campfire, constantly churning the contents of the jar on the flame, and very carefully boiling the broth for Haba.

"Sister, you can eat a bite of wild boar meat first, it's very fragrant." Carter, worried about his sister's health, reached out and handed Lisa a piece of roasted wild boar.

Lisa nodded, and sat down to savor the delicious taste, her eyes still staring at the jar.

When people eat something, they have energy, and naturally there are more topics.

An old woman said in a trembling voice, "Oh, God has mercy on us! I didn't expect that we were rescued by a barbarian, which is too ironic. ”

An old man coughed and said, "Whether he is a savage or a slave, we must take him with us, and we must not leave him alone in the woods." This slave is our savior, and we are all miserable people. ”

After listening to the old man's teaching, everyone nodded in agreement.

A middle-aged farmer got up and said, "His injury will not heal for a while, come and get some branches with me, let's make him a stretcher, and let us take turns carrying him tomorrow when we are on the road." ”

Immediately upon hearing the farmer's proposal, five or six men stood up at the same time. Without saying a word, they followed the farmer into the woods, and went to cut the branches to make a stretcher for Haba.

Seeing such a kind clansman, Mariara was very moved and said: "We Knight people are the kindest, no matter what the other party's identity is, as long as he is a good person, we will treat him as friends." ”

The other woman laughed and said, "Well, we're Knight, and we're not the same as the inhuman savages." Hey, it's just that we were rescued by a barbarian in the end. Aren't there many knights in our kingdom, where did they all go when it was critical? ”。

No one could answer the women's words, and the people bowed their heads in grief, a few of the women began to sob, and the men let out countless sighs.

The sadness of the atmosphere made people feel emotional, and the peasant women who were good at singing began to slowly sing pastoral songs, pouring out their inner grief and indignation.

The song is very desolate, constantly drifting in the woods, and the fall of the kingdom has made all the Knight people desperate, and they do not know how to vent their dissatisfaction except for the sadness in their songs.

In the midst of the song, Lisa carried 10,000 thick hot broth and fed it to Haba little by little. The unconscious Haba instinctively sweetened the soup, probably really hungry, and in a short time Lisa fed him the whole bowl of broth. Being able to eat means that she has improved, and Lisa finally breathed a sigh of relief with a pleasant smile on her face.