The night was long, and it seemed very short.

Lying on top of the straw pile, White slept lightly, and was occasionally woken up by the "crackling" sound of the fire. Then he would quietly raise his head, glance at the haystack where the one-armed man was sitting alone, and then sigh secretly, turn over gently, and continue to try to sleep.

What if you fall asleep?

White couldn't help but look at the bright starry sky in the sky, only to feel bitter.

Unlike the clear skies of Kent, White, who had struggled to survive thousands of days and nights in the northern part of the kingdom, had long been accustomed to being shrouded in endless lead clouds overhead. The starry sky like this one made him very unaccustomed to it, and he felt ridiculously guilty.

"What a rich place!" White let out a long exhale, looked sideways at the swaying wheat fields outside the village in the distance, blurred in the night, and sighed sincerely.

There was no war, no blood, no undead, and even the rain no longer had the scorching smell of burning bones. All the qiē seem so peaceful, so happy, so peaceful, just like their hometown.

"How peaceful!" Once upon a time, with a good desire to protect this tranquility, White traveled to the northern frontier of Erathia and joined the legions of the kingdom against the invasion of the undead.

Three years of blood and rain, dozens of births and deaths, and countless compatriots have succeeded each other, so that the young peasant boy has grown from an ordinary third-class auxiliary soldier to a fifth-level crossbowman who is as vigorous and sharp as an eagle falcon. Whether it is a pale and ugly undead skeleton, a zombie with a strong stench, or even a terrifying cursed ghost, they all turn into a cup of soil and return to rest under his crossbow arrows.

It's just that the more you gain, the more you lose.

Whether White wants it or not, his long and brutal fighting career has been silently transforming his body and mind. The more White tried to defend the tranquility behind him, the more he stayed away. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had had a good night's sleep. In the Legion, no matter how tired his body was, no matter how mentally exhausted, as soon as he closed his eyes, White would involuntarily be wrapped in nightmares of killing. Hideous undead, blood-covered comrades, piercing wounds, death... These are the qiē that accompanied White through the long night.

I have also heard veterans say that some soldiers because they can't withstand such cruel physical and mental torture, they finally go crazy or kill themselves. White also guessed how long he could last, but the answer made him amused. Because White felt that he couldn't wait for that day to come, and he himself would have been torn apart by the undead who could not be killed.

Therefore, there was no thought in White's mind that he would one day leave the northern frontier of the kingdom alive.

It's a pity that because of the centurion, White finally walked out of the hellish fortress intact. Although, at this moment, the former crossbowman has been removed from his own legion, and is wanted by the kingdom as a dangerous fugitive.

However, White does not regret giving up the honor of being a soldier, nor is he afraid of being surrounded by "noble dogs" like a rat crossing the street, since he has chosen to follow the centurion, White will go all the way and die.

To this day, White vividly remembers the first time he met the centurion.

It was also a night, but it was raining. White's ten-man auxiliary team was besieged by hundreds of undead skeletons in a deserted village five kilometers from the fortress.

White had only recently joined the army, and he and his companions were dying in the village's only uncollapsed hut.

In the desolate night outside the house, countless dark green phosphorus fires gathered silently, which were the most resentful eyes of the undead. …,

Ten young auxiliaries were unable to withstand the onslaught of the undead, and even the hut, which had fallen into disrepair, collapsed in a jolt.

Desperate and dead, White, who was thrown to the ground, closed his eyes and waited for death.

However, just as the bone blade filled with the breath of death was about to plunge into the bloody chest, a patrol descended like an angel into this forgotten corner of life.

In a trance, White saw a vague red shadow, like a holy flame of purification, destroying a large number of skeletons into powder in an instant.

This was the first time White met the centurion, and at that time, the centurion still had an unbroken arm.

"White!" Just as White was still thinking in a light sleep, suddenly a familiar roar sounded in his ears.

With a "poof", White reflexively jumped up from the haystack, and then hurried towards the one-armed man with an arrow. At the same time, he held the long crossbow in his hand and opened the string and set the arrow.

"Centurion!" When he came to the one-armed man, he saw that the other party was very solemn, and White immediately knew that something was wrong.

"Go wake everyone up and get ready to fight!" Holding a long sword, the one-armed man looked fixedly in the direction of the entrance of the village, and said coldly.

"Yes!"

Without any doubts or hesitation, White hurried towards the nearby farmhouse, shouting loudly to wake the sleeping thieves from their slumber.

"You, found out?"

Just as the awakened thieves walked out of their sleeping rooms with angry faces or puzzled expressions, the thin figure in a black robe unexpectedly appeared next to the one-armed man.

"It's so quiet outside the village that it's so quiet that even the barking of wild dogs has stopped. It seems that the pursuers have arrived. The one-armed man glanced at the other party and said lightly.

"Humph!" A low grunt came from the robe, noncommittal, and then he turned around, and the thin figure disappeared into the thick shadows again.

"Chief, this is—" Finally, in the midst of the tumult, an old thief, urged by the thieves, tentatively approached the one-armed man, and asked cautiously.

"Prepare for battle." Although he knew that the so-called preparation for battle was nothing more than an empty word for the thieves, the one-armed man shouted at the gathered "men".

"Fighting?"

"Fight with whom?"

"Could it be that the nobles have caught up?"

"Why didn't you see any movement?"

Hearing the leader's order, the thieves immediately erupted in a buzzing sound one after another.

However, the thieves who have survived until now are all experienced old thieves, although there are more doubts in their hearts and mouths, they still take out their guys, each looking for the terrain, and is fully guarded.

"Phew, rabble." White, who was standing behind the one-armed man, looked at the "companion" in front of him, and scolded in a low voice of disdain: "Just like this bird, if he had been beaten to death by a military stick in the legion." ”

"White, occupy the point, make the machine." The one-armed man also knew that it was impossible to ask this gang of rogues to line up to meet the enemy like a regular army, so he didn't force it, but just whispered to his old subordinates.

"Yes, Centurion!" Just as he did in the army, White "snapped" when he received the battle order, and at the same time touched his chest with his right hand, and then quickly disappeared into the dark village.

After looking around again, he raised his hand to extinguish the fires on the grain field, leaving only one behind him, the one-armed man took a deep breath, suddenly stretched out his left arm, and the huge black long sword was like a black flame, pointing straight ahead, and shouted: "If you come, you will fight!" No doubt!? ”

"Hah! Unexpectedly, there were real warriors among the thieves. Raise the fire and enter the village! With the roar of the one-armed man like a night lion, a deep and majestic laugh immediately resounded inside and outside the village of Beni. …,

In an instant, countless torches lit up from all directions, instantly banishing the heaviest darkness before dawn. Then, the sound of heavy horses' hooves ruthlessly shattered the silence of the night, and led the scorching light into the village.

"It's really the army of the nobility, it's coming too fast!"

"Chief, let's withdraw immediately."

"Why are so many people here at once?"

Suddenly seeing that he was surrounded by the heavy troops of the nobles of Kent, even the most seasoned thief couldn't help but feel his heart beat and his fingers trembled. You know, in the recent breakout battle in Augshire County, nearly half of the thieves were killed on the spot. And today, seeing that a large number of noble warriors and knights have surrounded themselves, how many people will have to die to open a bloody path again, no one has a bottom in their hearts.

"Stop!"

When the noble sergeant broke through a certain distance into the village, Lord Rosser, who was at the head of the line, suddenly raised his left hand and stopped the pace of the whole army. Immediately, with the family as a unit, groups of soldiers jumped off their horses and lined up on the spot. It was as if it were a series of dikes made of knives and guns, and in the blink of an eye, the thieves in the center of the village were tightly contained. At the same time, the real cavalry stayed a little farther behind with the powerful mid-rank knights. Once the commander gives the order to attack, these heavily armed slayers will charge like an unstoppable flood to crush, scatter, and destroy the enemy in front of them.

"Thieves, give you a minute to release Ser Roata and surrender. I promise to give everyone a fair trial. As the former enemy commander of this battle, Lord Rosser looked expressionlessly at the figures hidden in the faintly dark corners behind the grain field, and only when he swept over the lonely figure, his eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation.

"A fair trial? I'm afraid that the gallows in Kent will not be enough. Looking at the once familiar military situation in front of him, the one-armed man said coldly.

"It is a felony to attack the nobles of the kingdom, and the guilty should naturally be punished." At this time, Lord Herring, who was on the side, spoke.

"Huh! Thieves commit crimes, and naturally they should be punished. And what about aristocratic crimes? Or are gallows and guillotines inherently intended for untouchables? The one-armed man didn't look at Herring, but asked Lord Rosser with a slight sneer, his tone as cold as if it had frozen over.

"Warrior, since you feel that you have suffered injustice, why don't you take revenge on the evildoers, but point your sword at the innocent?" At this time, a young voice asked calmly.

And to this question, the one-armed man was surprisingly silent.

At the same time, neither the allied forces of the Kent nobles outside the village, nor the thieves hiding in the village, were silent.

After a moment, the one-armed man raised his head, and his eyes were as red as flames, and even the light of the campfire was suppressed.

"I have punished the one who did evil. And this evil world still needs sword and fire to purify! ”

As if a clarion call for war, a huge red aura instantly lit up under his feet as the one-armed man roared like a volcanic eruption. With a wave of heat that soared like flames, an equally red flame began to burn on the one-armed man's black sword.

Before this dawn, the one-armed man, one man and one sword, with a wisp of pure fire, rushed forward and killed

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More than half a month has passed since the upload of "Country of Heroes". During this time, thanks to the love and care of all book lovers, this book has been able to occupy a place on the list of new books in the game category. In this regard, a certain elephant is both ashamed and trembling. I feel that only honesty and renewal are the best way to repay you.

Of course, since I started to write this story, I also hope that in the process of serialization of "Heroes", I can get the love and attention of the majority of book friends (especially the three comrades-in-arms). Even, everyone can use this book as a platform to discover and share the fun, emotion and passion of the Heroes Invincible series. (This can also be seen as a little ambition.)

In the coming week, a certain elephant will continue to do its best to ensure the speed of two shifts per day. At the same time, I implore all book friends (comrades-in-arms) to send as many recommendation votes in your hands as possible to a certain elephant in the next week, so that "Country of Heroes" can get enough motivation to sprint and move towards a higher ranking. In this process, for every 1,000 points increase in the index of "Heroes' Country" (based on the index at 24 o'clock on the same day), a chapter will be added to a certain image; For every 10,000 points (extravagant hopes), three additional chapters are added. All additional stamps will be delivered within 24 hours and will not be in arrears. (Even all-nighters, taking leave, skipping work, and pretending to be dead will fulfill their promises)

Please, comrades-in-arms!!