Old York is also considered highly respected in the eyes of everyone, he is 40 years old this year, and the reason why people respect him so much is because he has followed his lord in thirteen conscription battles. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thirteen conscription battles, as a conscripted peasant soldier, can be regarded as experienced in a hundred battles. The most important thing is that after these thirteen battles, Old York is still safe and sound, and he does not lack arms or legs.

"Let me tell you, the first way to save your life on the battlefield is to stay away from the battlefield! Those who can do logistics must not go to the front line, those who can go to the front line must not be pioneers, and those who can be pioneers must not rush to the first! Old Yorke was leaning on an ox cart, and was passing on his experience to the other conscripts around him.

The main army was gone, and they were left with logistical coolies guarding the camp. But in the face of the constant threat of death, listening to the sound of killing in their ears, most people's nerves remain tense at all times. And at this time, as a mascot-like existence that can still be alive after thirteen battles, he naturally became a spiritual mentor in everyone's hearts.

"That... That... What if I get ranked first? ”

"Cut!" Old York narrowed his eyes, glanced around with disdain, and said, "At that time, no amount of skill is useless. There is only one, and that is courage! As the saying goes, the brave wins! Only courage can save your life at this last moment! ”

"Oh! Awesome! ”

"That's amazing!"

Listening to the sighs and admiration from the group of people who were eating melons unconsciously, Old John arrogantly raised his right hand and plucked his ears, and then gently blew off the earwax on his fingertips. The posture is wanton and chic.

"Hmph, these idiots. If it weren't for you standing in the way, where would I have a chance to live! Old York said it rightly, but in his heart he laughed at the ignorant serfs in front of him.

"That... That... Barbarian! Another voice remembered.

"Oh, barbarian, don't be afraid of barbarians. These beasts, though cruel, are not interested in us serfs, who have neither money nor coolies. Old York said without looking back.

"Run!"

"Tell the story!"

"How did the enemy get here? Could it be that His Highness Renard has failed!! ”

After the first shout, the crowd suddenly exploded. The timid one ran away without looking back, and although his legs were already trembling, he still held the pitchfork in his hand tightly.

Old Yorke heard the chaos around him and hurriedly looked back to check the situation. But as soon as he turned around, he was dumbfounded, and not far in front of him, dozens of barbarians were brandishing the long-handled two-handed battle axes in their hands, and rushed towards him with great vigour. And behind the barbarians, hundreds of heavily armed warriors.

"This... This... Old York swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, and a panicked suddenly came to his senses, and then shouted around: "Don't be confused, they are few, we will fight with them!" Remember, courage! We need courage! ”

"Believe Old York's words, kill!" A conscripted peasant soldier listened to old York's words, brandished a pitchfork, and charged towards the barbarians. It was a counter-charge of one person, and the eyes of everyone present immediately focused on that person. With the strength of one person against five hundred heavily armed enemies, an inexplicable tragedy infected everyone. At this moment, everyone seemed to be no longer a lowly serf, but an upright knight! “

Barbara dragged her heavy two-handed tomahawk upside down in her right hand, her true focus and solemnity. At this time, he did not have the simplicity he had when he was off the field, but became the most elite warrior. Renard's command said that it was far from near and not close, and if he could not break through the outer defenses as soon as possible, then he might soon attract a large army to encircle and suppress him.

"Huh?" Just as Barbara was paying attention to the movement in the highlands, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a human in front of him waving a fragile pitchfork and rushing towards him. "Is it exposed?" Barbara muttered in her heart, "It's a warrior who dares to stop us with the power of one person." Could it be that he is a human master like General Leonardo? “

As a barbarian, Barbara's sense of smell for battle is very acute. As early as in the process of getting along with Leonardo, he had already discovered that Leonardo was completely different from those dwarf humans. Although Leo was a human, Barbara could feel the tremendous power of the lurker in his body, and once it exploded, it was absolutely terrifying.

Now, looking at the human in front of her who was facing her alone, Barbara couldn't help but clench the battle axe in her hand.

"Look at the axe!" Barbara's right hand swung quickly to the left, her tomahawk tearing through the air and letting out a rapid screech.

Click!

The tomahawk cut the conscripted peasant in half without hindrance, and the blood was swept by Barbara before it could even be sprayed.

！！！！！！

"Uncle York... This.....? ”

Just when everyone turned their heads to see Old York's reaction, Old York, who was leisurely leaning on the ox cart just now, was long gone.

"Run!"

The sudden battle, the brutal manner of death, and the original fear of the barbarians were long beyond the limits of what the mentally poor levies could bear.

Rumble! The barracks, which had been frozen a moment ago, collapsed all at once, and the crowd scattered and fled, pushing each other, and stampedes occurred one after another.

Barbara stumbled to maintain her balance, and the full force of the axe just now did not meet the resistance of the phenomenon, which made him feel a little stunned. But the next moment he forgot the slightest bit of confusion. The war was changing rapidly, and the slightest surprise was not enough to make any impression on Barbara. In an instant, the barbarians were like tigers entering the flock, killing flesh and blood.

The headless flies of the conscripted peasant soldiers were simply not able to put up an effective resistance. In front of the tough barbarians, they are fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered.

"Kill the high ground! Leave these people alone! Leonardo reminded loudly in the ranks.

Barbara understood, and immediately turned her direction and led the barbarians to charge on the high ground. The camp at his feet had already been in disarray after the barbarian charge, and it was directly scattered under the pursuit of Leonardo's five hundred warriors behind him, and it was impossible to form an effective resistance.

And with the chaos in the camp, the road to Renard's command post was finally exposed to Leonardo. (To be continued.) )