"Come on, how far is it from the next target location."

"Report to Lord Barnett, that, at the speed of our march, we are about a dozen miles away from the nearest village."

"Is that so? Tell the following to speed up the march, and by the way, bring my bow, there is a little mouse peeping at us in the distance. ”

The knight, sitting on a tall horse, gave orders to his subordinates.

On the top of the mountain cliff, Qi Wuce strengthened his eyes with magic power, relying on the high terrain and his vision was wide enough, Qi Wuce easily saw the black oppressive army five miles away.

Looking at it from a distance, Qi Wuce roughly estimated the number of people in this team, about five or six thousand, of which the number of cavalry was about a thousand, and the rest were all infantry.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration."

The army of the black crushing crowd should be the army of the Saxons, judging by the sign on the banner.

Is it really Saxons? The Saxon army that will go south at this time of year will not be a good thing.

Just as Qi Wuce was about to return to the village to report the news, a hint of ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

Subconsciously tilted his head.

A flickering silver light brushed against Qi Wuru's cheeks. Qi Wuce, who realized that he was almost going to meet with Ereshkigal again, was scared into a cold sweat.

Hey, hey, hey! It's not less than five kilometers away from that army! What is this? Future anti-materiel heavy sniper rifles? Precise locks five kilometers away?

Qi Wuce, who realized that there was an immortal in the army, now the only thought in his mind was to slip away, and the monster that could almost shoot him in the head with a bow and arrow five kilometers away was not something he could deal with now.

Turning around and burrowing into the forest, Qi Wuce hurried towards the village.

"Hey, did you run away?"

The knight named Barnett silently took his longbow back behind him, and the fact that he had not been able to kill the enemy "scout" with a single arrow made him feel very unhappy right now.

"Charles and Derik, you two take a group of men and horses southwest to the woods, and there is a scout in the woods, and bring him to me, whether he lives or dies.

Come! Our whereabouts are revealed! Order the rest of the cavalry units to move forward at full speed! ”

After the order was given, Barnett fell silent like a stone statue again.

Running wildly through the woods, a wisp of smoke wafted in the helpless nose, followed by the skyrocketing fire.

"Oh, it's over."

Two legs can't outrun four legs, and Qi Wuce deeply understands this truth.

As a result, a difficult choice is now placed in front of Qi Wuchou.

Escape or stay?

How long could a small unsuspecting village with a population of only a few dozen hold out under the slaughter of Saxon knights?

I'm afraid I won't be able to do it even for half an hour.

There were no shelters or escape routes in the event of a disaster, and it was such a small village that even four or five heavily armed knights would be enough to destroy.

What's more, there are probably no less than 500 knights in armor in the village now, and even Qi Wuce can only be helpless in front of such a number of cavalry.

The ending is obvious, and there is only one option left for him - escape.

"Is it really like this, just walk away and never go back to take a look? What if some of the villagers were just taken prisoner? ”

Crazy thoughts invaded Qi Wuru's mind like weeds, and the villagers who took good care of him on weekdays, he couldn't do it anyway.

But......

Gritting his teeth, Qi Wuce opened his legs and turned around and ran towards the depths of the forest.

The fire gradually extinguished, and all that remained in the once quiet and peaceful village was a hell on earth after being ravaged by iron hooves.

"Your Excellency Commander, the seventy-four people in the whole village, except for those who resisted stubbornly and were killed by mistake, have all been arrested, and there are currently thirty-six people left."

A Saxon soldier reported to the commander of the army.

"Order the rest of the soldiers to stay in place and wait until they have joined Master Barnett's forces before proceeding with the next step."

"Yes, sir!"

Considering that the next fortress could be held up in front with a human shield, the commander did not directly order the villagers to be killed.

Riding on his horse, the commander just silently looked at the ordinary villagers who were crouching on the ground and being watched by the soldiers, and the desperate cry did not soften his heart in the slightest.

After many years of fighting, he has long been insensitive to such things.

"Help!"

"Run!"

Not far away, a cry for help drew the commander's attention.

"Come on, what's going on over there!"

"Report sir! It's a magic pig! An oversized demon pig. ”

The report of his subordinates made the herald anxious.

"Damn it! How can there be a magic pig in this small broken village, listen up! Now immediately! Let's gather everyone to come and support! ”

"Yes, sir!"

Not daring to slack off, the herald ran with the commander's orders to the rest of the places that could not be notified by the commander's voice.

"You, you, and you, also rush over to help!"

Leaving only five soldiers to guard the captive, the commander, who knew the horror of the Pig, was determined to use his greatest strength to face the Pig.

With a quick plan, the commander got on his horse and headed for the demon pig.

"Whoosh!"

The sight went dark, and the commander fell under his horse and was silent.

"Enemy ......"

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ”

Almost three arrows were fired at the same time, and the soldier, who had just realized what had happened, was shot in the head and fell to the ground.

The last two remaining soldiers saw their colleagues dying one after another, and they hurriedly tightened their weapons in fright.

But what's the use of holding a weapon in front of someone who comes with great archery skills?

Two arrows tore through the wind, and two soldiers fell to the ground.

"Why are you still stunned? Three people on a horse, the old man and the child go first! If you still have the strength, run hard with your legs, and run towards the fortress of Hoyt, I can only save you once! ”

Qi Wuce rushed out of the shadows, grabbed the commander's corpse and turned over on his horse.

"Great, it's Sotfest, he's here for us!"

A middle-aged uncle shouted happily.

Hearing the name Sotfest, Qi Wuce, who was sitting on the horse, was unsteady and almost didn't fall.

"Be quiet, let me run to the fortress to the south as fast as possible, if I don't hurry up, I'll die."

was yelled at by Qi Wuce, and the remaining villagers stopped making trouble and ran towards the outside of the village one by one.

There were not many people in the thirty or so, and even if they acted together, they couldn't make much noise, and there was a rampaging demon pig in the north of the village, so Qi Wuce quickly escaped with the villagers.

As for the magic pig?

Qi Wuce didn't have the slightest worry about that big guy, after all, that thing was a monster that he couldn't hurt with an arrow infused with magic enough to shoot through steel.

It's good that a few cavalrymen don't get crushed by that monster one by one.