"Forward, forward, let the enemy groan under our swords!" the squire officer of Gao Jimo leveled his rifle and raised the morale of the knights behind him in a high tone.

"For glory!" the knights' shouts shook the entire battlefield, and the iron hooves of the horses stepping on the green field were branded with the glory of war. At this moment, their cries contained not a filthy thing called profit, but an invisible thing that shimmered with dazzling light, a kind of faith, an irresistible belief that tore an obstacle with a riding spear in his hand.

Descending from the sky, the wedge-shaped array of knights was like a giant awl, and it was striking at Miozil and his men, the sharp spear like a demon from hell, ready to turn the entire world into a sea of blood.

"It's time, Shabak. Vicos turned his head to look at Shabak, who was slashing and killing next to him.

"Well, but you seem to have forgotten something. With a skillful swing of his one-handed sword, the head of a Nord flew into the sky again.

"Hmm, is there one?" Vikos squinted at the Nords who cowered in front of his horse, the mercenaries who were clearly feared by his mastery of killing.

After the guilt and uneasiness of plundering his life with his rifle for the first time, Vikos calmed down and skillfully killed with the skills he had honed on his daily life. Maybe after the war, Vikos will blame himself for such a thing as killing, but now, Vikos only knows one thing, on the battlefield, there is no time to regret it, only killing is a reason to interpret the truth!

"Ironak, your close playmate. "Another head flew into the sky with a soul to heaven.

"Just now. I seem to see it. Vicos used his sword to pick off a mercenary's axe.

"He was struck in the heart by two Nords with an axe. Presumably dead. The mercenary covered his throat with both hands from a sword, and blood gushed from his neck. Painful death.

"You're such a cold person, and it's a misfortune for Ironak to be your friend. The corners of Shabak's mouth rose slightly, and he didn't seem to disapprove of Vicos's behavior similar to betrayal, but rather appreciated.

"This is called sanity. Vicos squinted, his eyes seemed to reveal a smile but not a smile.

"Let's go!" Pizzaflus raised his upper body, startled the mercenaries around him, and ran with his master towards the forest two hundred meters away.

"Asr, let's go too!" Vikos reached for the reins. After picking up the riding spear and piercing the chest of one of the Nords beside him, he gradually disappeared into this Shura field.

A knight will not retreat on the battlefield, not because of the glory of the knights of the so-called Wuxuzi and stubbornly fight until the last moment, but because their status restricts them from such cowardly behavior. The aristocracy is the aristocracy because they are the hard-to-reach existence of the poor, they enjoy the offerings of the commoners, and they have most of the wealth in this world. They live a fascinating life, but at the same time, they also need to pay the same price and obligation to pay for their enviable status, and that reward is war!

They need a shield to defend their power. Using the sword to deprive and strengthen one's own power! This kind of behavior may be barbaric in a certain way, but who can deny that this qiē is dirty?

A knight with an honorable status, if he escapes on the battlefield. At worst, he was stripped of his knighthood and punished with death. Either way. For knights accustomed to a life of luxury, it is an unbearable harsh rule. Therefore, on the battlefield, no knight will run away unless their lord allows them to stay away from the battlefield. Otherwise, they will fight to the last moment! With blood and sword, they will forge a knight's music!

"Damn it!" Mieuzier, who was in the middle of the battle, also heard the sound of the charge that echoed throughout the battlefield, and he looked back to see only the smoke and dust rising fifty meters away.

"Retreat!retreat!!" shouted Mieuzier in horror, his bravery was only a short-lived possession when he was surrounded by his own men, and if he were in danger, this false prowess would become a trap for his death.

"They want to run away, cowards!" said the squire officer of Gojimo, sneering contemptuously as he looked at Mieuzier's cavalry unit as they turned their horses' heads.

"Let them see! What is it called! knight!"

"Glory is my body!" the knights flattened their mounted spears in their hands, clamped the wooden body of the spear under their armpits, and fixed the posture of the killing weapon, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

"No, no!!!! However, when everyone is facing death, they will inevitably be in chaos, which may be God's punishment for mankind, so that human wisdom cannot be filled with reason forever.

It's a pity that in this battlefield filled with shouts of killing, no one heard what he said, but even if someone heard, they wouldn't care about him, after all, on the battlefield, a nobleman with a noble status is not even as good as a reckless man who is good at killing.

"No!" Mieuzier let out a voice of despair as he looked at the cold light that was getting closer and closer to him.

"Goodbye, Lord Viscount. The squire of Gaujimo said in the softest voice possible to Mieuzir in front of the gun. But his glittering iron spear was not as gentle as his words, and the spear seemed to reveal a sinister smile, a cruel smile at life.

"Shhh He used to have an extremely luxurious life and a noble status, but at this moment he is no different from the value of other dead corpses lying on the battlefield, they are all equal now, dead corpses!!

"Lord Viscount is dead!" I don't know who shouted first in the fierce battle.

Soon, it was as if time was frozen on the entire battlefield. The people who were fighting stopped fighting each other, and all of them looked at the attendant of Gao Jimo. More precisely, looking at the corpse he was carrying on his riding gun.

"Tick. Tick. The bright red blood on the corpse dripped in a pool of blood under the hooves of the war horse, making a muddy sound of ticking.

"Ahh The whole front collapsed, and everyone was trying their best to escape, they didn't expect them to run the fastest, they just wanted to be able to run past the enemy army chasing behind them!

"Old Jock. Leechden took the hunting bow in his hand, bent down slightly and stared around vigilantly, and he would quickly bend down to aim at the place where there was any movement.

"What should we do after this escape?" said Liechdden softly to old Jock beside him.

"Run away?" said old Jock with a dry laugh. "No, no, this is not an escape, this is a visionary retreat. He licked the corners of his slightly chapped mouth, "It's like in the mountains, you run into a wild boar, what will you do?"

"Ambush it, get ready for the moment, and kill it!" replied Liechdden without hesitation, plucking the bowstring with his right hand to make an archery motion.

"What if it's a monster?" said old Jock as he stared at the young man beside him.

"Without drawing attention to it. The evacuation of the kuài. "Exercising since he was a child and knowing what he knows has long let him know how to save his life as much as possible.

Old Jock stooped down and picked up a dead branch and a stone about the size of a palm, and gently wiped the dirt from the stone. Brought the leaf close to Liechten's face.

"It's like this dead branch, huh...... I'm referring to Mieuzier's troops. Old Jock lifted the stone with his left hand again.

"And under his command, it is this stone. Liechtendon continued the words of those beside him.

"What do you mean. Don't you make fearless sacrifices?"

"That's what it means, but I'm going to make it clear that if you're not a stone. There is no need to pretend to be like a stone. Otherwise, the hardness that forced himself to pretend to be like that would only end up leaving him with no chance to despair. Old Jock squinted at the young hunter who was bewildered by his words.

And at the moment in another part of the forest.

Sunlight shines through the gaps between the dotted leaves, dotting the fallen leaves all over the forest. The holy beams of light run through and sing the holiness of God. Although this beauty is a hellish battlefield outside the forest. But this is also God's punishment for his people on earth.

"How's it going, the first time you kill someone?" Shabak stroked Pisavreus's mane, as if he were treating his lover, although the knight had never had any scandals, not even a wife.

"There's a hint of remorse, there's a hint of pain, there's a hint of pleasure, but more of it is still fear. Vicos reached out and touched his eyelids, which had been beating, and spoke in as flat a tone as possible.

"But the actions you have cultivated since childhood have betrayed you. Pizza shook his head a little, so that Shabak's hand could touch him more, oh, even a horse knows what it means to enjoy it?

Just as some people recall that their eyes are tilted upwards and their eyes are closed when they sneez, people always have the habit of scratching their scalp and blushing when they are nervous and embarrassed, they will always tremble and tremble when they are frightened, and they will involuntarily turn their heads to look when they hear someone shouting "Hey, hey". These things, which we collectively call habits, accompany us throughout our lives, and at the same time they betray ourselves. Vicos, this young but calm attendant, also has some subconscious behavior, that is, everyone has a habit, his left eyelid will keep jumping when he is agitated and excited, so if you see his left eye jumping, you will know very lightly that he has fallen into excitement.

"Well, at this point, instead of focusing on my views on the battle, there is another thing that interests me more. Vicos blinked his blue eyes at Shabak's gritty face.

The wind in the forest is a little noisy, and the sound of salsa leaves rubbing slowly tells the story of summer.

"What is it that makes our cold little Vicos able to arouse his curiosity?"

"My master, Knight of Shabak, please sue me. Why did you suddenly change gear?", Vicos finally voiced his question. The question was far more interesting to him than death and battle, at least not for his own brain, which he thought was a smarter one, to figure out why Shabak had changed so suddenly. From a slightly insane man, he became a somewhat cunning knight without virtue.

"Well, this ......," Shabak said softly, rubbing his prickly beard, "it's a story, a story that might be a little long, but I'm sure you'll like it." ”

"Are you so confident that you think I'll like it? The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing Vicos's contempt for Shabak's words.

Vicos, who had been somewhat withdrawn and strange since childhood, was not very interested in the stories of the gods preached by the village priests. There is even a slight contempt for the battle of the conquerors in the ancient epics, because in his heart, it seems that since childhood there is an unyielding from the soul, he will not succumb to the glory of the gods, he will not succumb to the thoughts of the ancient sages, he will not succumb to the conquest of kings, because he is Vikos!

So he had a hard time believing that Shabak could say anything that interested him, even though Shabak's story had such a miraculous thing as cutting off the dragon's head. will only be scoffed at by him.

"Because, I'm sure, you're interested......" Shabak paused and spoke again. "This story is about you, and about your biological father. Biological mother. ”

"Chirp!" the birds in the forest, resting on the branches, suddenly flapped their wings in fright. It flew into the sky as if fleeing, hovering over the canopy. But they didn't come down, as if there was something on the ground that could kill them in an instant.

"Do you think I'd be interested in something like this?" Oh, Vicos, how cold your eyes were, like summer ice.

"Uh...... If you put away the sword in your hand, I think I'll be interested. Shabak looked at the sword around his neck and said in a helpless tone, this is really ironic, "himself" put the sword on Vikos's neck just a few hours ago, but he didn't expect that now, Yiqiē has changed.

"Don't worry, I'll be measured, you have to believe that your swordsmanship teaching me in the past few years has been very effective. Although Vicos said this, he did not have the slightest intention of withdrawing, but tightened his grip on the sword.

"However, I only taught you how to use the sword to kill, not how to use the sword to save people. ”

"It's no different, my master, my sword, it will only kill those I like to kill!" Vikos's voice was more chilling than the bitter winter wind.

"If you must know, my nephew. "The leaves of the forest shade the fragrant earth, and embrace the warmest thing in heaven and earth with their tender embrace.

"Nephew?" Vicos chewed on the word that stunned him, the one that made his heart feel like it had been pounded.

"Hmm...... That's right, if you're willing to recognize me as an uncle. Shabak seemed to confirm something, first thought for a moment and then said something incomprehensible,

What does this mean? Uncle? What is he kidding, is this a cliché in a vulgar knightly novel? Vicos cried out in his heart! He couldn't believe the fact that this guy could be his uncle, the brother of his father he had never met?

No! Shabak has no brothers! Never! Vicos's already troubled mind quickly dismissed the absurd idea, for he had never heard from anyone else that the knight had any brothers or sisters.

What was the matter with his uncle? Vicos was confused in his heart, he couldn't sort out his thoughts, this sudden unfolding was unacceptable to him, a puzzle that had entangled him day and night for more than ten years was about to be revealed, and the mystery of this puzzle could be so absurd that he could not accept it!

"If you want to know, just get this guy around my neck out of the way, I don't want to go through this feeling of dying a few more times. Shabak looked at the confused Vikos and smiled softly, as if he was satisfied with the effect of his words.

The "Hmm......" handguard sword was taken back from the scabbard by Vikos, and now nothing else mattered to him, he just wanted to know the story that Shabak was about to tell, a story that might make him happy or desperate!

"I'm your uncle, but I'm not your uncle. Shabak paused and straightened his somewhat unkempt hair, "I'm your father's friend. Brothers!!" His tone suddenly rose, and the word "brother" seemed to reveal infinite memories of the past. Remembrance of those days when we used to laugh and mourn together!

"At the same time, I am your father's enemy! forever! I want to kill him. Kill him with a knife!Drain his blood drop by drop!I want to make his life die!Let his soul go to hell!In the presence of Satan, imprisoned and tortured forever!" A voice containing infinite murderous words slashed at Vikos's face as he roared, and his eyes contained a mad and scarlet blood, like the eyes of a dragon in a legendary tale.

"Now, though......" Shabak said with a helpless and sad expression, an unacceptable sudden turn. It's like in a fairy tale where a prince marries a beautiful princess, only to discover that the princess is a ghost in a human body on the night of the wedding. "I suddenly realized that everything that has already happened has happened, and everything that cannot be changed. Even if I prayed to God day and night, and sang hymns to God...... It's useless, and it's useless. ”

"Bang!" a punch with the sound of a fist slammed into Shabak's left cheek, and the tremendous force of the punch even threw him off his horse and fell heavily to the ground, making a metallic sound as the chain mail fell to the ground. The rattle rattled non-stop.

Pisavres' horse brain obviously couldn't figure out why Vicos, the man who had been with him since childhood, would suddenly attack his master, and he couldn't understand it and couldn't figure it out. He could only look at the angry Vicos with puzzled eyes.

"Bastard!" Vicos rolled over and dismounted. Pressed against the chest of Shabak, who had fallen to the ground, "I'm not here to listen to your complaints! I want to know! The truth of this qiē!" His handsome face twisted, revealing a hideous look.

"What the hell do you know!" said Shabak, though he was crushed to the ground. But he grabbed the squire's collar with both hands and threw it to the side. Knocks Vicos to the ground.

"You sue me, you sue me, what do you know? What do you know? Shabak grabbed Vikos by the collar and lifted him into the air with monstrous force. "He's your father, you're his son, I know, you're hating me for insulting your father!, but what do you know!!!!!

"Boom!" Shabak lifted him up in the air and slammed him to the ground!

"Whew, whew!" Shabak pinched his face distorted by anger with his right hand, gasping for breath, relieving the grievances in his heart.

"Whew, whew!" Vikos, who fell to the ground, also exhaled the depression that he was pressing on his chest, and slowly spoke, "I...... I don't know anything, but it's exactly ...... That's how I need to know, to know the truth I should know!" he struggled to stand up with his hands on the ground, and he could see that the blow that Shabak had just given him was too much for him to bear.

"Right...... You should know, you should know this, I have no power to stop you. Shabak muttered as he pressed his hand to his face. "I am your uncle, but I am not your biological uncle, but my father and I are comrades-in-arms. You know, a few of us, Mivre, Narod, your father, me, Brenkosen, Nagmirov, and your mother, Sapphoisa Metolio. ”

The corners of his mouth rose into an arc of happiness, "Ah, those days, the days we spent together, how reminiscent and beautiful we felt. Mifer, the sharpshooter from the Bililibi Peninsula, was able to shoot the fruit of an apple tree from a distance of 500 meters. Blencoson, he was a shy boy who grew up in the Bolun Mountains, you know? He's a magician of fire and lightning, but he's a very weak magician, his magic can only be used when we're barbecuing, and he's always blushing with shame that he can't do his best for us, haha, he knows, as long as he's on our team, he's not a liability!"

"And ......," there was an air of youth on Shabak's somewhat senile face, "Nagmirov! Oh! He's a bad boy, he comes from the eastern plains, he doesn't have the burly men of the east at all, but he looks a little lewd, and often does some stealing things in the town, and how many times in those days we have avoided the local nobles for his behavior, hahaha, that bad guy." ”

"Then, it's about your father and mother, Narod Ken Amtos and Sapphoisha Metolio......" (To be continued......