Byrne's cavalry squad fled into the jungle and temporarily escaped the hoplites who were unable to charge long distances at high speeds, but Gerson, who followed behind, brought bad news.

"Captain Bourne, Vic is dead, so are the black hair, the drunkard, and the fangs, that enemy's hidden skills are excellent, he can shoot spiritual arrows in quick succession, he should be a seventh-rank Revenant, I suspect he is...... Horn Connell. Gesen said bitterly and reproachfully.

"Horn Connell Gerson, Heart Eater, are you telling the truth?" Byrne didn't react, but one of the cavalrymen next to him shouted in horror, a look of fear on his face.

Ignoring the frightened cavalryman, Gesen reached out and drew a feathered arrow from his back, with fresh blood on the arrow.

Byrne took the feather arrow and wiped the red color off the arrow, revealing a pattern with simple lines, a grinning man with half a piece of flesh dripping with blood, which looked very cruel and bloody at a glance.

Byrne's face also turned gloomy, and after thinking for a few seconds, he turned to Gerson and asked, "What do you think?"

Gesen glanced at Charles with slanted eyes, and said in a low voice: "The Saxon Knights are Engru's trump card troops, and they will never be easily mobilized, and their goal is ...... It's not us ......"

"And then?" said Byrne coldly.

Gesen lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said, "If we don't give up, we'll all die!"

Although Gesen kept his voice down, Charles was surprisingly good at hearing now, and he understood what Gesen meant, and the goal of the Engru was not this cavalry squad, but themselves mixed in with the cavalry squad.

For Bourne and others, when the enemy is too strong, it is indeed the most correct choice to abandon oneself, the source of the disaster, and choose to run away as soon as possible.

Byrne raised his head, his stern gaze swept over Gerson and several other people with twinkling eyes, and said coldly, "Is the strength of the enemy a reason for us to be cowardly?"

"I know you have complaints about this mission, and I won't force you, who wants to leave now?

They looked at me, I looked at you, and they didn't speak. I don't know if it's because of Bourne's coercion, or because I reluctantly leave behind the armor and weapons I just got yesterday.

Byrne waited for twenty seconds, seeing that everyone was silent, before continuing: "Now we throw away all the excess booty, Geson, you divide the war horses, and ensure that the warriors have two horses per person, the Saxons are not rich enough to have one man and two horses, as long as we are fast enough, the enemy will not be able to catch up." ”

Byrne hesitated, "If the enemy catches up, everyone voluntarily harasses and intercepts in batches, I hope ...... When we returned to Ferente, everybody ...... All alive!"

Byrne didn't look at his men anymore, and took the lead in throwing a slightly torn set of armor and two long swords to the ground, and the rest of the people silently followed suit, throwing out all the things they didn't need, but their painful expressions looked like the miser had lost a large wallet.

Yesterday, when the cavalry was collecting the booty, Byrne had asked Charles' permission, because the booty was basically taken from Charles' elite retinue, and Charles felt that he could not take it anyway, so he agreed to their move.

Charles remembers these high-quality armoured weapons and purebred Valencian horses, which Charles Chevalier had just purchased for his guards before this expedition, and it seemed that it had cost a lot of money.

"Geson, you go ahead with me!"

"I'm going to be with my comrades!" said Gesen, stubbornly cocking his neck.

"Don't question my orders again!"

Byrne coldly dropped a sentence and ran forward without looking back, Charles driving the exhausted big black horse to follow.

Gerson bit his lip, flicked his whip hatefully, and chased after him.

Two hours later, after two days of drizzle, the sun smiled at the earth, casting a warm glow on the earth.

But Charles' mood was not warm at all, the rain was not conducive to the enemy's tracking, but they still did not get rid of their damn pursuers, and now that the weather was clear, the process of escape would be even more difficult.

During the two-hour escape, every half hour or so, the soldiers of the cavalry squad silently left the ranks and turned back to block the enemy's pursuers. There were only seven people left in the team of sixteen men, and the danger of death was looming.

Although Byrne's order was for them to use harassment tactics to slow down the enemy's pursuit, the screams from behind them from time to time proved that they were trading their lives for Byrne and Charles to gain precious escape time.

Now that there were only five warriors left under Byrne's men, their gaze at Charles had begun to burn, which caused Charles to feel a great sense of shame.

The speed of the big black horse Farman became slower and slower, and his mouth began to foam at the mouth, and the rough breath in his nostrils was like a bellows, and sweat was dripping down his mane.

"Byrne, you go first! they shouldn't kill me, and when I get back to Flens, I'll pay you the soldiers' pensions!" Charles finally decided, rather than kill these poor warriors sooner or later, it was better to let himself lose decently.

"Do you think we're in it for money? You hateful nobleman......

Gerson, who was already grieved and angry, finally cursed, and the rest of the cavalry seemed to have suffered a great insult, and it seemed that if Byrne was here, he would draw his sword and hack to death the Count Bayonne, whom they looked down on more and more.

Byrne didn't say anything, shook his hand and threw over a bottle, and said without any emotion: "The last bottle, we are insisting, and the hunters behind are also insisting, I hope that my warriors will die worthwhile!"

“............”

Charles was in a dilemma, he wanted to say, "What is my business with your death? You have been beating me all along, this is a moral kidnapping, I surrendered to me and I paid the ransom, and it was not necessary to be rescued by you." ”

But Charles was immediately ashamed of this thought, these warriors may have fearlessly and calmly faced death for the oath and faith in their hearts, not for the sake of saving themselves, but did their death really have nothing to do with themselves?

Are you willing to be captured?

No, there must be a bottom line in life, and Charles doesn't want to become the kind of shameless person who gives up all his dignity in order to survive.

Charles opened the bottle that Byrne had thrown over, and a pungent smell mixed with a special smell spread, and the big black horse's big mouth was already turning, waiting for Charles to feed it into his mouth.

This is already the third bottle, and although Charr's subconscious assessment of this potion is "a low-quality, non-consuming endurance potion", it can indeed quickly stimulate the recovery of the big dark horse's physical strength, allowing him to run until now without collapsing.

After drinking the potion, the big black horse became as excited as a drug-addicted addict, and ran as fast as he could. The rest of the warriors also began to switch to their spare horses, and the speed of the entire squad increased again.

Ten minutes later, Geson's remaining pure black hound burst out of the shadows of the woods and circled around Gesen.

Gesen looked at his hound and said with a gloomy face: "Brooke, they are dead, and the enemy is about to catch up, but there are many fewer of them. ”

"How many are there?"

Gerson bit his lip, "My dog didn't dare to get too close, I can't be sure, but it's definitely several times ours." ”

Byrne was silent with his head down, and after a few seconds he called out the names of his men.

Foreman..... Take your people...... Try to stay alive!"

The remaining horsemen understood what Bourne meant, and their angry eyes gradually calmed down, and they struck their chests with their fists, signaling to Bourne and Gesen to turn their horses' heads around and rush back and forth.

Charles's heart hurt a little, and he couldn't help but say, "If we let them chase and fight like this again, we really can't fight an ambush......!

"Six, we're six, and do you know what it means to be a seventh-rank Revenant?" said Gerson coldly.

“.......”

Charles is angry, my sister's feelings are not human or what?

Bourne's fierce face was full of hesitation, but when he saw Charles's big black horse and the resolute eyes of his subordinates, his eyes finally became resolute.

"Gerson, do you have any good advice?"

Gesen's eyes lit up, and he quickly pointed to the left front and said, "There's a small canyon ahead, let's teach them a painful lesson there, and then I have a plan for the next step!"