Never, Hammers didn't have time to think about how miserable the man in front of him was, because the guy was trying to kill him right now. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Under the onslaught of many enemies, Swadia soldiers did kill a lot of cannon fodder, but there was a steady stream of new cannon fodder to join the battle. In their eyes, these Ryordian people in front of them were not enemies who fought to the death, but soldiers, food and money, and neither side had a reason to let the other go. What's even worse is that these are not pure cannon fodder troops, and there are also these Rhodok classes mixed in. These smallest Rhodok battle groups have always been known for their tacit cooperation, and the already weakened Swadiya Front was naturally quickly broken through. No, Hammers, who had just arrived, ran into this trouble.

The line of defense ahead was crumbling, and one by one the Rhodok soldiers had already crossed the line of the Ryordians and rushed deeper into the walls, and Hammer, who had just arrived, stood out from the retreating Svadian soldiers, especially with his neat armor. No, the red-eyed Rhodok yelled and brandished the machete and rushed towards him. That's right, it's not rhetoric, it's really red-eyed, and in their opinion, Hammers is not a man at all, but chain mail, a flat-bottomed helmet, a spear and a sword, and, perhaps, in one of his pockets, he has a rare amount of military rations.

Hammers shouted bad luck, but he still stepped out in one step, with both hands straight, the spear stabbed out first, piercing a person's stomach, and then according to the old soldier's teaching, the wrist twisted, and the unlucky man who was stabbed screamed miserably, spit out a mouthful of blood, and it seemed that he couldn't live. And his companion didn't care about the guy who was killed, but took advantage of Hammer's inability to make a move, and continued to bully himself. Hammer had no choice but to abandon his spear and draw his sword.

It's just that it was obviously a little late to draw the sword now, and the Rhodoks had already rushed in front of him and slashed at him with two swords in no order. Hammers felt pain in his body, and his anger immediately came up, and he waved his sword at the hand that the Rhodok had not had time to withdraw. With a thud, the blood stained Hammers' face, and the Rhodok let out a scream like a pig. Seeing this, Hammer gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, raising his sword and rushing forward, stabbing the long sword into the chest of the Rhodok.

He felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and quickly turned around, but it was another Rhodok, the machete in his hand already raised high. He subconsciously wanted to block, but the blade was stuck in the dead man's bones and couldn't pull it out. It's over, Hammers is just a levy after all, and he can't move in horror as he looks at the approaching blades. I heard a loud shout in my ears, and a spearhead suddenly came out of the Rhodok's chest, and the Rhodok's shout suddenly got stuck in his throat, and the hand holding the knife gradually lost its strength, and the Rhodok fell on the cold stone bricks with his sword.

The veteran stepped on the corpse of the Rhodok, lifted it vigorously, and pulled out the spear, "You kid is really fateful, fortunately I met Lao Tzu and me." ”

Hammers was shocked, and then he saw clearly that it was the old captain who didn't know where to hide before who saved his life. He let out a long sigh of relief, and then as if he thought of something, he jumped up at once, "Captain, be careful... ”

"Watch out for your size. The old man pointed behind Hammers, and when he looked back, the knights in bright armor had rushed to the top of the city. Although they have lost the power of their war horses, even if they are martial arts, they are by no means comparable to the rabble of Rhodok, not to mention the luxuriously outrageous armor and weapons. Hammers looked enviously at the knight who kept rushing to kill, and he didn't even know that his saliva was left, and the old soldier ran in front of him at some point.

Bang, he was in a reverie, when suddenly he was hit hard on the buttocks.

"That bastard... He turned back angrily, but the curse got stuck in his throat with a grunt. He saw a tight tin can, and the cold gaze in the can. The canned man waved the riding gun in his hand, pointed to the place where the Rhodoks were attacking the city, and said coldly, "Why don't you rush quickly?"

"Yes ... My lord. Hammers swallowed, turned around, and rushed to the front line in disgrace.

Eventually, the Rhodoks were driven down. As soon as he saw the knights dressed up and ready to face it, Rodokban, who was cowering behind and snorting, immediately retreated, as for the rabble that remained on the city wall, it had nothing to do with them, even if they didn't have time to escape, they were trapped on the city wall after the knights set fire to the siege tower, and could only helplessly accept the fate of being slaughtered.

As for Hammers, after the last Rhodoc at the head of the city had his head cut off, the last bit of strength that supported him was relaxed, and he slowly slipped down against the base of the wall. All kinds of pain all over his body rushed up at this time, almost making him faint, especially the roar of his abdomen, and by the way, it also drained the last bit of strength from his body, making him feel that he couldn't even breathe.

"Hey, boy" He felt someone tapping him on the shoulder, and Hammers struggled to open his eyes, his old captain again.

"Here, eat. As he spoke, he took a piece of bread that was as hard as a brick and slammed Hammer's helmet. Hammers suddenly gained strength, grabbed the bread, and stuffed it directly into his mouth, regardless of the blood on his hands that had not been washed away. I don't know if it was the insignificant flour in the palm-sized bread that played a role, but when he swallowed the bread with great effort, it was as if his soul had returned to his body, and he was all relieved.

Seeing that he was a little choked on food, the veteran untied a water bladder from his waist and handed it over. It was captured from a Rhodok sergeant, who had not managed to make it out and was barricaded at the head of the city along with the native cannon fodder.

Hammer didn't have time to thank him, and after two blows on his chest, he raised his neck and was about to pour water, but the back edge of his flat helmet slammed into the battlements, making him look at Venus for a while, and spilled a lot of water from the water bladder.

Damn! Hammers burst into a foul mouth, tugging at his helmet and intending to narrow it. Uh-huh, it can't be pulled?hmm~hey!It's so tight!Hey!Hey!Hey!He pulled the helmet off with all his might, and by the way, he had a wound on his face.

Hammers picked up the helmet, but was shocked to find that it had been somewhat deformed, with a deep dent on the flat bottom of the helmet, and many potholes on the side, which showed how many open guns and hidden arrows he had blocked for himself. By the way! Hammers snapped and quickly checked his shoulder and abdomen, where he remembered that he had also been stabbed twice. The results of the examination made him happy, except for the torn robe, the chain mail inside only broke a few locks, leaving a few bruises on the skin at most, and the two Rhodoks who cut him had already gone to hell.

Hammos, who had regained his heart, breathed a sigh of relief again, but the roar of his abdomen resounded in the sky again, and he couldn't help but blush, but there was no way, how could a palm-sized bread satisfy the appetite of a young man who had undergone strenuous exercise?

The veteran obviously heard this, and laughed teasingly, and broke half of the bread he was eating and threw it to Hammers. This time, Hammers's face turned even redder.

"So ... Okay?"

"What's hypocritical, eat it. The veteran shoved the other half of his hand into his mouth and muttered, "Today's cook stuffed a lot of damn sawdust into it, and I can't get used to it." After speaking, he smacked twice on the ground, "It's really unpalatable." ”

The evening breeze by the sea is always very refreshing, which makes Hammers feel a lot more comfortable after a hard day's work. At this time, he really seemed to be asleep, but he was assigned a night duty tonight, so he had to endure a deep tiredness, like a log, standing on the top of the city and looking at the sky. To tell the truth, that night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and only the city with torches could barely see, and the city was pitch black, and the lights in the camp of the Rhodok soldiers in the distance were so conspicuous. Seriously, Hammers thinks that if the Rhodocs don't light the torches, he might not even be able to spot them under the wall. But the hardest thing to endure at night is not sleepiness, but hunger. Every morning and afternoon, a palm-sized loaf of bread could not satisfy his appetite at all, and he was usually fine, wrapped in a blanket and fell asleep, no matter how hungry he was, he could only endure it.

Hammer looked around, and a hundred meters away, there was a soldier also standing guard, but, seeing that he was holding his spear and nodding his head, eighty percent was already asleep. Hammers hesitated a little, theoretically there should be a knight lord to check the post, but I heard the brothers on duty overnight say that those high-ranking people have not been here for a few days, do you want to gamble and try it? While he was pondering, the veteran quietly touched him and patted him on the back.

"Ouch, old man, you're scared to death. Seeing that it was a veteran, Hammer patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "But aren't you supposed to be sleeping, it's time for the shift?"

"Shhhh The veteran knocked a crack on his helmet, startling himself. Hurriedly looked around to make sure that no one was paying attention here, then he breathed a sigh of relief, quietly touched and took out an object from his arms, and stuffed it to Hammer while no one saw it.

Hammer took it suspiciously, but the dim light of the torch on the top of the city did not allow him to see what it was, but it was soft when he pinched it, and there was a faint smell of burnt incense.

"What is this?"

The veteran laughed twice as if he had succeeded in his treacherous plan, "The knights are slaughtering the last batch of war horses, I quietly smoothed it out a little while the night, and then found a fire and threw it in to roast it." ”

Hearing this, he immediately stuffed the half-cooked meat into his mouth, tasting the burnt aroma with the smell of blood in his mouth, and Hammers's tears were about to flow. Merandore is on it, this is a regular food that has not been eaten for a long time, and as for the bread handed out by the quartermaster, damn it, Hammers and the old man have always wondered if it is mixed with flour.

"Hey, boy. The veteran leaned against the battlement, watched Hammers gobble up, and said, "Do you want to go back alive?"

As soon as he heard this, Hammer's cheeks did not move, and he stared at the old soldier for a long time before he asked in disbelief, "Old man, can we go back alive?"

"Of course," the old man patted his chest, "you have been my big soldier for decades, and if you want to live, follow me, hurry up, and bring your spear." ”

"Oh. Hammer stuffed the meat into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, then shoved the spear that had been with him for a long time into the old soldier's hand, and whispered, "What is this for?"

The veteran didn't answer, but just patted his waist, and Hammer realized that the big belt on the veteran's waist was gone, but replaced by a roll of hemp rope.

"This... ”

"Shhhhhh ”

As he spoke, he wrapped the rope around the center of the spear, and wrapped it tightly for many more times. He tugged at the rope, and when he was sure it wouldn't loosen, he nodded in satisfaction, walked to the wall and slipped the spear out of the firing hole, then pulled the rope in his hand, and made sure that the spear was stuck in the battlements, before beckoning Hammer to come over.

"Listen, boy," he said, as he rounded the rope around the battlements, and gave it to Hammers, looked around, and whispered, "Climb down this one, and I'll get you in the way." After saying that, he also glanced at the other soldier standing guard to make sure that he was still sleeping soundly before continuing his hand movements.

"You are ... Want to be a deserter?"

"Shhh," the veteran said, covering Hammers' mouth, "who said he was going to be a deserter, we call it survival!, or are you going to stay here and wait for the defeat with His Majesty, and then be killed or captured by the Rhodoks?"

Hammers shook his head desperately. Their commanders, before the start of the battle, in order to avoid the surrender of the soldiers, made a special presentation on the end of the captives. The nobles with relatively well-to-do families have every chance to pay the ransom, and for those nobles who are strapped for cash, the Rhodok people are also willing to give their families a time to sell their houses and land to collect the ransom, and as for commoners like Hammers, no one will pay the ransom for them at all. Even if the lord knew about their capture, he didn't bother to inform their family, and it was more convenient and cost-effective to record a death than to be a victim of this ignorant group. The people at the bottom have never had the right to speak for themselves, have they always been. Therefore, these unlucky people have only one ending, and that is to become slaves. And what will happen when he becomes a slave, Hammers shuddered just thinking about it.

"So, do you want to come with me?"

Hammer hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Then don't talk nonsense, hurry up, go down!"

Hammer took a spit, carefully rolled over the wall, and slowly slid down. The veteran, on the other hand, leaned his back against the battlement, and kept an eye on the other soldiers standing guard in the distance, and after making sure that they were not paying attention to him, he also quietly turned over and climbed the rope and slid down. Hammer was already waiting for him painfully below, the battlefield under the city walls had not yet had time to be cleaned, and Rhodok could be regarded as spring all year round, so the smell of the city walls was absolutely not to say. However, the veteran seemed to be accustomed to it, and when his feet landed, the hand holding the rope was released, and the spear stuck in the shooting hole slipped down under the effect of gravity, and the veteran reached out and grabbed the spear, and the spear was firmly grasped in his hand, just to prevent the sound of it from falling to attract the sentry on the wall.

"Old man," Hammers pinched his nose, his voice a little urn-like, "where are we going?"

"Don't talk nonsense, keep up. ”

In the darkness, Hammer could barely see the old man bending down, groping for something along the base of the wall, and after walking for a while, the old man stopped, groped under his feet for a while, and laughed excitedly, "Found it." ”

"What?"

"Boy, come here. In the darkness, Hammers felt himself being pulled off, "Did you touch this corpse on the ground?"

Hammer nodded, but as soon as his head was on the spot, the old man continued to himself, "Hurry up, take off his clothes and put them on." ”

"What?" Hammers was taken aback, "you want me... ”

"That's right, rip off the dead man's clothes and put them on yourself, you know?"

"Why?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to live, hurry up. The veteran groped his way forward again, leaving Hammer alone with the corpse.

After a while, the veteran came back, looking at Hammers who was still in a hurry, he was a little dissatisfied, and lowered his voice and said, "Can you kid be quick with his hands and feet!"

"I can't see it!"

"Hell," the old soldier fumbled in frustration, then grabbed a handful of things and put them on Hammers' head.

Hammer struggled to adjust the rag-like thing and let out a deep gasp, "Oh, it stinks." ”

It's all for my life, let me endure it. The veteran scolded and picked up a pot and buckled it on Hammers's head, "Let's go, I remember there is a forest over there, and the belt can be tied as you go." ”

"Old man, the woods are the territory of the Rhodoks. ”

"Of course. ”

"Then we're going to die?"

"Give you a head, this is the only way for us to live. The old man fumbled again, picked up a bladed spear and a door-shaped shield and stuffed it to Hammers, "Listen, from this day on, we are Rhodoks, do you hear clearly?"

"Huh?"

"Hey, you're big, come with me when you hear clearly. ”

Under the cover of night, one old and one young, they fled in the direction of the so-called woods.