Chapter Fifty-Eight: Deli Dies

Outside the castle.

A patrol of soldiers shuttled back and forth. A swaying figure appeared in the distance and was seen by the night patrol soldiers, and reminded the captain who led the leader, "Captain, look, is there someone over there?" ”

The captain looked at it, ah, there really was someone. "Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet." The captain ordered the soldier with the horn of a small bull behind him, and then led the rest of the men to kill.

Lord Deli took more than twenty of his men, including a knight and a servant. They crept towards the wasteland forest.

However, they didn't have long to go out before they were bumped into by the soldiers who were patrolling the night.

The soldiers of the Viscount López had already sounded their horns, and they were heard for a long distance in the silent night.

In the López camp.

A knight on duty heard the warning horn, and the servant beside him had already led his warhorse.

"My knight, is it a night attack by the enemy?" The man asked in a whisper.

"No, I don't think so, Baron Abelon Fort was almost taken down by us today, how can they still have the experience and strength to carry out a night attack."

"Probably a nobleman from another realm?" This servant is also dutiful, which is why the knight is particularly fond of him.

"Possibly, but we need to get information first, which is what we should do as night soldiers."

The knight rushed out of the camp with his servants and dozens of soldiers, and killed them in the direction of the horn.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the knight had found the night watchman who was blowing the trumpet. Knowing that it might be a scout or a deserter from the nobility, the knight pursued it with his soldiers.

On the other side, Lord Deli had already killed with the soldiers who were chasing him, and the soldiers beside him were all elite who were not afraid of death, but the days and nights of war had exhausted them physically and mentally, and the weapons in their hands were not as good as the soldiers of Viscount López.

The mutilated weapons in the hands of the soldiers of the Baron's Castle were stuffed into the mouths of the enemy, but they were quickly dismembered by the reinforcements who arrived from the other side.

Unwilling, unwilling, he pulled out the weapon from the soldier's mouth and slashed it behind him. "Ahh Kill! The soldier's wounds could no longer support him, and he stumbled to the ground. But he was still muttering, "Kill!" Kill! Kill all the López people, kill all the dogs of the López family. Kill ......"

The soldier's loyalty still could not move the Grim Reaper, and when he threw the weapon in his hand towards the soldiers of the Viscount López, it consumed the last trace of his vitality.

He's dead.

There was no suspense in such a battle, and Lord Deli did not intend to annihilate more and more reinforcements from the Viscount of López.

He's running for his life.

In the carriage, Louise held her stomach in pain. He had spurred himself on with the code of a knight, however, now she was only a woman, a pregnant woman. Sometimes he wondered if she could help the Aberon family if she was a man.

The carriage got closer and closer to the wasteland, and the pursuers got closer and closer.

"They will flee into the wasteland. After catching up, it must be the family of the nobles, who have captured them with at least three hundred silver moons. "The weapon in the hands of the captain is already stained with blood, and if he kills a few more people, maybe he will have enough money to go home and marry a wife. And the opportunity in front of him was in front of him, three hundred silver moons, he only needed to stop the carriage.

Lord Deli was much older than before, though he had no horses, but he was still a knight, a knight capable of fighting.

In front of him, who had never even been a knight for a day, where was he qualified to shout in front of him. "Die!" Lord Deli burst into flames, and the knight's sword in his hand stabbed the captain.

"Old man? Hmph, labor and management do not kill the dying. This captain is also a practitioner, and after resisting Lord Deley's attacks several times in a row, he is ready to start a counterattack, "Get out of the way, otherwise I will break the ring today." ”

"The Dying? Hmph, if you were a few years younger, you wouldn't have a chance to speak. ”

"In a few years younger? If only I had been in the village a few years younger, I had watched my widow's aunt wash her buttocks. Seeing that the carriage was getting farther and farther away, the captain was ruthless and killed Lord Deli directly.

Lord Deli is indeed old, and a knight without a horse is inferior to a heavy infantry.

The captain looked at Lord Deli dressed in equipment, and it was estimated that he was also a rich man or a wild nobleman such as a knight or a lord. "No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat, even before I don't have a real nobleman, this head is enough for me to upgrade to the next level."

The captain looked at the carriage farther and farther away, and finally gave up. However, I was very excited to think that my next rank would be a sergeant major.

The knight on duty at night finally arrived, looked at the captain's head in his hand, and said in surprise, "Hey, Lord Deley? ”

When the captain heard this, he was shocked, this is the general of Baron Albert Castle, and the captain quickly knelt on the ground, "Lord Knight." ”

The knight looked at it lightly, and then asked, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Barton, George Patton. My knight. The soldier said respectfully.

"Very well, I remember you, give me this head." The knight's spear was pointed at the captain, his eyes menacing.

"This? My lord, this is my ......" Looking at the knight's spear, Barton panicked and hurriedly handed over the head in his hand. "The knight is brave, kill the local general, I have seen it with my own eyes."

"Very well, I remember you. Take your people back, and I'll take the rest. Sgt. Patton. ”

Patton smiled at the knight, gave a military salute, and left gratefully. However, no one noticed that when Barton turned around, his eyes revealed fierceness, as if he were a lion.

The knight continued to chase the wagon with his retinue and a few soldiers who followed him.

Vanished into Patton's rear.

Those broken guards were surrounded and annihilated by Patton's night patrol team and the night soldiers brought out by the knights, and there was not a single one left, and all of them had their heads cut off, which was their military merit.

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Early the next morning.

The army of Viscount López, who had rested all night, was radiant at this time, and the weapons in his hands seemed to be a little brighter.

A new round of offensive has begun.

In yesterday's battle, the Viscount's army suffered dozens of casualties, but it did not hurt the bones. The army pulled out, and the heart-wrenching formation began to advance towards the Baron de Alberton.

On the walls of the Baronial Castle.

The sound of trumpets resounded inside and outside the castle.

The soldiers who had been resting under the castle began to move, and before they could finish eating the dry bread in their hands, they would stuff it directly into their chests, and maybe they would be able to nibble on a few more bites when they survived. Some unbelievers stuff all the bread in their hands, believing that dying when they are full will make their way to God's garden sooner.

However, no one told him that maybe he was going to hell instead of heaven.