The fierce battle on the stone bridge ended with the arrival of two horsemen dressed as squires, and the attacking enemies withdrew from the battlefield like a tidal wave after hearing the sound of loud trumpets, and then fought for a long time with a blonde rider who arrived in the distance, yelling and shouting at each other for a long time, and finally refused to retreat.

When the dust settled, the survivors were still a little stunned, as if they hadn't reacted to what had happened.

However, under Lan Li's reminder, these people woke up one after another, and then began to quickly clean up the battlefield.

It's just that everyone is busy, but they can't help but look at the tall existence with a silver chain mail.

In fact, his current appearance is a bit funny, the chain mail on his body is obviously a little tight and ill-fitting, the leggings tied to his legs are just as inappropriate as his combat boots, not to mention the large number of armor weapons hanging on the black war horse he is riding, on the whole, he does not look like a decent person, but like a bandit mercenary who has made a fortune.

It's just that this robber-looking guy has made all the survivors grateful and in awe.

The battle seemed to have taken less than ten minutes, but the original team of more than 200 people was now left with less than thirty people, and most of them were wounded.

But if it weren't for the big blond man, or if he hadn't taken the risk of capturing the two enemy leaders, none of them would have survived.

"In the beginning, it was Lemon who discovered the inner ghost."

While picking up a wounded man, one of the surviving members of the rally told his companions: "He is brave and smarter. ”

"Like a real knight." The companion echoed and replied.

……

However, although the joy of "victory" occupies a place in the hearts of the survivors, the companions of death can make them feel the cruelty of fate even more.

The people who had been talking and laughing with them not long ago would never be able to speak again, and the atmosphere on the surface of the tragic stone bridge was gradually dull, even silent.

More than 200 men were reduced to less than 30, and although some fled before the battle began, most of them died.

Everyone had acquaintances who died in this encounter, close friends, relatives, colleagues, even wives and children......

The leader of the poor man's assembly was the only one left, the bearded Huck, who was still weak and seemed to be dying at any moment, and the ordinary people who had little combat power were basically killed and wounded, and even Lan Li was affected by this.

He didn't know many people, but whether it was Old Walter, who had kindly let him sleep in an ox cart to recuperate, or his red-haired son who pulled the cart, and even the young man in the assembly who had been practicing with him for a long time, they had all turned into a cold corpse by this time.

Or rather, even the corpse is not very complete.

At the same time, the Knight of Lelin, who had given him great hopes, was also turned out of the mountain of corpses, and the silver-plated armor was stained with blood, and some of the joints and ribs were covered with wounds, and blood was flowing incessantly.

Fortunately, because of the protection of the armor, the old man was still breathing, but it was very weak, and it was not clear if he would wake up.

This made Lan Li's original trace of ease disappear without a trace, and his heart felt heavy in the face of this cruel war.

In a terrible situation, the only thing to be thankful for is that they have two captives in hand, and they don't have to worry about those enemies running up-

The shadow of the enemy scout is still faintly visible in the distance.

As a result, they have sped up the pace.

After cleaning up the battlefield and rescuing some of their comrades who were not really dead, the survivors hastily buried their compatriots in distress and then hit the road again.

……

The oxen pulling the cart were dead, but some of the horses that the enemy had not had time to take with them when they retreated made it much easier for the survivors.

As a result, not only was Old Walt's ox cart able to be used again, but the remnants of the people were able to ride in pairs and in twos instead of walking.

"When it comes to King's Landing, I'll be sure to report your matter to the Bishop, Lemon, maybe it will make you a knight."

On the afternoon's journey, the bearded man, who had been huddled in the corner of the ox cart, gasping for breath, spoke to the big blond man riding beside him, and he clearly remembered what the new companion had first claimed, that he wanted to be a knight, and then a son of a warrior.

Lan Li, who was riding his horse, nodded silently when he heard this.

In the continent of Westeros, in addition to training from an early age, the only way to become a knight is to make meritorious contributions, and the latter is the main way for civilians to be promoted.

Lan Li didn't think that he had much credit for this time, but it was better to have this hope than nothing.

The premise is that he can bring these people to King's Landing without any problems.

Thinking about it, he turned his head to look at the two captives at the back of the group, who were staggering along with ropes.

The two men were clearly cautious about not wearing any coats of arms or revealing their family identity, and they did not say anything regardless of the interrogation of the survivors, and behaved very stubbornly.

It's just that despite their strict secrecy about themselves, they are still full of horror when they face Lan Li, especially the brown-haired young man, who can't help but scream every time Lan Li's gaze sweeps over, obviously thinking of him as some kind of demon.

"When you send them to the church, you don't believe them." Following Lan Li's gaze, he glanced over there, and the pale bearded man on the ox cart muttered with hatred.

"With so many people dying, someone has to pay for it, yes, they have to pay! Then I will slaughter them with my own hands, and slaughter them with no one left......"

He fell into a slumber and looked very tired.

Lan Li shook his head at this, and then called two survivors on a horse not far away to take care of the seriously wounded on the ox cart, and he ran to the front with his horse's belly in his hand.

At this time, with the help of others, he had put on the plate armor and armor he had obtained from the captives before, and the inside was covered with the original clothes and silver chain mail, and he rode on the war horse.

The others were all wounded, and at first glance they had gone through a terrible battle.

However, if there is anyone who has high prestige in this team now, it still belongs to this blonde "knight" who seems to be sneaking and slippery.

As the existence that saved all the survivors, Lan Li has jumped from a small minion to a leader who can call the shots-

No one declared or appointed it, but the remaining members of the poor assembly, which numbered less than ten, came to him for advice, as did the peasants who remained in the ranks.

It's just that the parties are not proud of this, but rather troublesome.

There are a lot of old and weak wounds, and now there are only four or five who can fight besides himself, and there are a few who can barely do it, but it can't be said that there is much combat effectiveness at all.

At the same time, there is little hope for his own mission at the moment.

Although he got a complete set of knight equipment because of that battle, there is no need to worry about this aspect, but the others, whether it is related skills or joining the son of a warrior, have also become confused because of the old knight's coma.

The only thing that can give Lan Li hope now is the reward that this merit may bring.

However, when night fell and the procession stopped to set up camp to rest, the bearded man, who was full of hatred and claimed to be honored for him, could not wake up no matter how much he screamed, and reached out to his nose to find that he had stopped breathing.