"Execute all the enemies who are still alive," Muhadi ordered the soldiers. "We are too few to guard the captives. You can take the loot, but leave a few men on guard, and the enemy will come back in a moment, and maybe bring more friends with you. ”

The gladiator soldiers let out unsympathetic voices, and then the screams rang out. Those who fell to the ground wounded by horses or swords were trampled by the horses of the Tyres, and those who screamed were mended with swords. Even on horseback, the gladiators fought in a terrestrial manner. They are good at attacking straight with scimitars or spears, which are simple and straightforward, but practical and powerful. ．hahax．netbsp; Some of the wounded tried to resist, but with little success, and the Tyres rode condescendingly on horseback, naturally gaining the upper hand. Some of the enemy were not seriously wounded, fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, and after hearing Muhadi's order, they got up from the ground and fled, and then were chased by the cavalry soldiers and cut down from behind.

Muhadi walked over to the campfire and picked up the lost water bladder. Drinking water is very precious in the desert, so he is not very worried that the other party will throw it away. He stretched out his finger and touched the place where the crystal was hidden, and was satisfied to see that his spirit crystal servant was intact. The crystal is cleverly disguised as part of the decoration of the opening of the water bladder, which is difficult to see even if you look closely.

He walked past a corpse and noticed that the man's thoughts had not completely dissipated, which meant that he was still alive - temporarily.

The psychic warlock glanced at his scimitar in pain, it had become a lot duller due to frequent battles, and there was a small gap in the third of the blade, and I don't know which bone it had broken on. Then he aimed it at the heart of the enemy on the ground and stabbed it hard.

The knife was inserted into the body, but the enemy seemed to come to life suddenly, grasping the blade of Muhadi with one hand and sneaking up on a dagger with the other. Of course, this little trick didn't help, the psionic energy can sense the changes in people's feelings, and Muhadi raised his vigilance the moment before his opponent played this little trick, and easily flashed over.

"Curse you a thousand times!" the man spitted blood from the corner of his mouth and died. Judging by the voice, it seems to be one of the samurai who supported the Crazy Horse tribe to flee far north.

Nadal leaned closer on his horse and said with some smugness. "We've probably killed more than twenty of the Witch King's minions in the charge, and now we've killed seven or eight. The rest of the enemy ran away, and most of them were wounded. Five of our men have fallen, and now there are still twelve to fight. ”

"Very well, do your people have anything useful on the corpse?"

"Some pottery coins, a few pieces of silver, a whole bunch of tattered weapons. What else?" said Nadal, "and we also found some bones of beasts, half decks of cards...... You know, the things that nomads usually put on their bodies. It may not be worth a single gold Tyr. ”

"Have you found anything like a command, such as a scroll, an epistle, or perhaps a token from the Templars? We need these kinds of items, so our mages can read the information about what these items have experienced through guò prophetic magic and get information. Muhadi watched his surroundings and saw no movement from any enemy.

Nadal frowned when he heard this, "Nothing, do you need to search again? No secret can be hidden. ”

"Forget it, that's too time-consuming. Muhadi vetoed the suggestion, "Let's use the traditional method, let's just take a prisoner and go back." ”

"What?" Nadal was surprised, "didn't we execute all the wounded?"

"It's just an inconsequential pawn, and you can't ask anything useful if you stay alive. "An important hostage has survived, and that's enough." ”

"Which one?" the gladiator looked puzzled.

"This!" Muhadi turned around nimbly, flashed the cold arrow from behind his back, and then rushed up to cut the bowstring in Medic's hand, and then pinned the opponent's right shoulder to the ground.

"To try to sneak up on a psychic mancer, you've got to be stronger than you are now. It's useless for us to play dead, we don't judge whether a person is alive or not by appearance. Muhathir sneered, "I'm afraid you'll have to lose your freedom for a while." I build yì you learn to adapt to this qiē early on. ”

Medici spat out a mouthful of phlegm, but it failed again. "Give me your water? a great honor, but forgive. The telemancer said, slamming the handle of his knife into the upper part of the back of the opponent's ear.

Nadal exclaimed behind his back, "You've made the fastest moves I've ever seen, Muhadi." I never thought a psychic warlock could move so fast, let alone a guy from an aristocratic background. ”

"Psychic warlocks and nobles, you haven't had enough contact. Muhadi told the gladiators, "And I'm not a nobleman, a traveler who was rescued in the desert." ”

"Your hands, your skin, the teeth you bared when you opened your mouth, none of this is like what a man of humble birth should have. Nadal said. "And you have some special qualities in you, I can't describe it. When we first met, I couldn't see it. But now it's clear that your every move is particularly fluid. ”

Muhati himself felt that he was better at this fight, with faster reflexes, quicker movements, and greater strength, which made him somewhat happy. "Do we still have rich war horses?"

"There are several, Muhadi. The gladiator said, "Some of our dead and some of our captures, do we need to bring you a horse?"

"Well, I just want an old horse with worn teeth, and the horses I ride die fast anyway. "The enemy will come back soon." Either they've regained their courage, or they've recruited more people. In either case, we can't let them go back empty-handed, can we?"

"What do you mean?" After a victory, the opponent's attitude changed a little and he was more willing to obey.

"Insult the corpse. He told the soldiers, "Use your imagination to fiddle with the corpses, cut off their organs, engrave insulting language, or provoke the enemy." ”

The look on Nadal's face suggests that he was thinking, "What's the point?"

"Generally speaking, it is customary in the desert to dismember corpses so that they do not become dried corpses or other undead creatures. However, this is in wartime, so the other side may not do this, and most of them will keep the corpses and cause us some trouble. Or give it to the logistics unit to collect and use as trebuchet ammunition during sieges. "Try to think from the psychology of the enemy, because because of our actions, anger will drive them to immediately manipulate the corpses we have left behind." And we use the corpse to set some traps, poison or mechanical. ”

Nadal suddenly realized, but still a little reluctant. "There was a soldier who was a street thief before he became a gladiator, and he was caught and sold into slavery, but there was no poison. ”

"War, like love, is justified in one of the means. Muhadi told him, "For the sake of Tyr, we have to do something that looks dirty, so that more people don't have to get their hands dirty." ”

Nadal listened with a look of awe.

Muhati took out the antidote he had exchanged from the druids, and he thought to himself, hoping it helped. "Mix it in and it can be used as poison. When we were done, we immediately retreated, retreating the way we had come. It should be just in time to meet our reinforcements. ”

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