The horse galloped, and from time to time Alleyne's long knife slammed into his armor. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe merchant in front of him urged from time to time, and the feathered sword at his waist rose and fell with the movement of the horse from time to time.

A cartload of expensive toys collided with each other, seemingly avoiding something. The mercenaries didn't understand where their employer's unknown fear came from until billowing yellow sand rose behind them.

"Weapons unsheathed!Parker, Roman protect the carriage!The coachman tightens his horse and doesn't lose control!" Victor turned his horse's head and drew his spear from his back. "The ladies all hid in the back. ”

The mercenaries drew their weapons. Roman unwound his long-wound crossbow from his saddle, Resarit drew his knight's sword, and Alleyne and Hank rode beside Victor, and the whole team waited silently for the yellow sand to approach.

The faces of the mercenaries twitched as Fritt's familiar face appeared in front of the Far Horse Force. That's a sign of fear. The fighting power of the Svadia Assassins was a habitual pride, both in street battles and on horses.

The distant caravan stopped, and a man with a spear shouted to the mercenaries: "Hand over a cart of toys, or a row of heads." The riders of the Assassin Regiment flattened their rifles and waited quietly for the mercenaries' answers.

There was a crisp thud behind Alleyne, and an arrow whistled out of the team with lightning speed, piercing straight through the throat of a Swadian rider.

The mercenaries looked back at the archer of the arrow, and saw the young Rhodok mercenary silently put away his hard bow and drew the worn-out sword on the edge of the saddle.

The battle began silently, and no one said a word more. The two teams of riders raised the reins in their hands and rode their horses towards each other. Suddenly, the tips of the spears slammed into each other.

The cavalry began to charge, they were fast, and one of the Swadian riders almost scraped Parker down. But the rider had his head pierced through the javelin as he rushed out, and he had an axe thrown by Alleyne stuck in his thigh.

The young Rhodok mercenary was eager to fight, because he had never seen real battles and dead people, it was a nightmare. The cavalry of the first row rammed each other with shields and spears, and those who were knocked down were killed by the men of the second row.

Everyone's eyes widened and they shouted, raising their weapons to kill those who approached them, and they didn't even have time to tell whether they were enemies or their own, and the air was filled with a suffocating aura.

The Swadias rushed over with their spears in hand, and Parker's leg went numb involuntarily, as if it wasn't his own at all. When the other man rushed in front of him, he suddenly fell off his horse, and the head of the Svadia was right at his feet.

And Parker didn't seem to remember what he was going to do next, and he couldn't lift his hand with the old sword. The Swadia got up and raised his spear again, and Parker relented and slashed his sword at the other's head.

The moment he slashed at the other man's head, Parker's hand softened, and the blade was slid by the other party's smooth helmet, Parker shook for a moment, but did not fall, he mustered up the courage to shout, and slashed down again with all his strength.

Parker had hunted many beasts, and just now he had shot a Swadian with an arrow, but this was the first time he had slashed a man's head with his weapon. After killing a beast, you will quickly forget the eyes of the beast, but after killing someone, you will not forget the eyes of the dead.

His weapons were covered in blood, and I don't know if everyone who had killed someone on the battlefield would have red eyes, and Parker suddenly forgot his fear and killed a Swadia rider who was beside him and stabbed a spear at a companion.

Parker had already killed three Swadia riders in a row, and just as he was rushing towards the other Swadia rider, a mercenary suddenly rushed out from his right side, right in front of him.

In the next breath, the mercenary was shot through the head and fell at his feet. The arrow was meant to be shot at his head, but in this chaotic battlefield, anything unexpected could happen.

Parker was lucky to escape. The young Rhodok mercenary's breathing began to grow rapid, and he even forgot how to breathe, his palms were full of sweat, and he hid his body behind the shield as much as he could, and in the blink of an eye, he stuck three arrows in his shield.

The battlefield never favors anyone, not even those who are prepared. Parker was ultimately doomed when he was hit by an arrow fired from the other side by another Swadia rider and fell off his horse.

Roman, who was hiding behind the ox cart, witnessed all this, and he had intended to help the young and brave Rhodoc mercenary, but his crossbow went wrong.

After a Swadia rider shot a mercenary with an arrow, he quickly set his eyes on Aren, the gaze of a beast, similar to that of a wolf in the forest. But Alleyne was fearless.

Wiping away the blood from his face, Leyon dropped his broken spear and turned back to draw the dirt-stained sword that had been attached to his saddle, and the blade of the sword was raised, splitting the right shoulder of the Swadian with the strength of the horse's gallop.

The severed arm fell to the ground with a steel sword, and the Svadian's right arm was stained with blood spraying out. The owner of the arm rode on his horse and wailed, but in the next moment, an arrow ended his pain.

Once again, Alleyne thought it was an arrow shot by Roman, because the little mercenary was always covering behind him. But he didn't know that the arrow was actually shot by Jamila, who was hiding behind the group. Another person who cares about him and loves him.

The other mercenaries weren't so lucky. The spears of the Swadia riders mercilessly pierced the bodies of one mercenary after another, most of whom were armed with swords and axes, or other weapons. Only a few mercenaries knew how to charge with spears on horseback.

Mathilde and Kress also hid behind the ox cart, and it was a fight on horseback, and they could not help at all. If you rush forward, you can easily be knocked away by the war horse in the chaos or pierced by the opponent's spear.

Resarit rushed to the front and rear of the group, and he alone fended off the frontal attack of three Swadia riders, one of whom had his head cut off by his knight's sword, and the other two riders, frightened, more carefully defending against the attack.

Victor's spear pierced one of the riders' abdomen, dragging out a mass of blood-stained entrails, and the Swadia rider on the horse slid down like a fallen leaf. A war horse that has lost its owner is like a wild horse that has escaped its ropes, galloping away.

The owner of the spear shook the tip of his entrailed spear, and seemed to be about to turn his horse's head, when a crossbow arrow dragged a sharp, shiny arrow through his arm. In the next moment, Victor's spear fell to the ground.

When Alleyne saw this, he slammed the horse's belly and controlled the war horse under his crotch to run towards Victor in the chaos. A Swadia rider blocked his path in front of him, only to be shot in the midstrow with a Mitsubishi dagger he threw.

At this moment, Victor, who had lost his spear, struggled to pull out the gold-handled longsword at his waist, manipulated the reins with his other hand, and dodged the Swadia rider who rushed at him with his sword.

Alleyne raised his sword and was about to split the back of the man's head when Fleet, armed with a spear, suddenly stabbed at him diagonally from the left front, the broad back of the horse under his crotch collapsed, and the horse that had been impaled through the stomach bent its front hooves.

The old longsword spun and fell to the ground, and Ellen flipped off his horse in an instant. Amid the sound of horses' hooves, Leyon propped himself up, and the riders of the Swadia Assassin Regiment quickly departed with the wagon.

The ground was covered with corpses and horses that had lost their riders, and Roman stood wordlessly beside the Rhodoc mercenary, his crossbow thrown to the ground, the string broken.

Victor dragged his injured arm back to Aren and pulled him up. Jamila anxiously ran towards him from behind the ox cart, and she saw Alleyne fall off her horse, and for a moment, she thought she was going to lose him.

The mercenaries also followed. The Lancer Mercenary Regiment lost seven mercenaries. Six fell under their horses in the battle, and one fell in front of Ellene. The pikemen's mercenaries met one of the few defeats.

Parker died, and the Swadian crossbow arrow pierced his throat. Roman's crossbow string snaps when fired, and he fails to shoot the arrow that would save Parker. Because the crossbow string was pulled open for a long time, the crossbow string was damaged.

The young mercenary who was about to return to Djerkhara to find love was lying at Elleon's feet, the blood flowing from his neck had coagulated, leaving a black-purple trail.

At the same time, the leader of the caravan suddenly let out a burst of **, forcefully pulled out the crossbow arrow on his chest, and trembled and stretched out his hand into his arms.

Alleyne followed his hand into his clothes, and his fingertips suddenly touched a hard metal object. Victor hurried over and snatched the little golden thing. It was a gold-plated knight, which meant that the mercenaries' mission still had to be completed, even if it was only a toy to be delivered.

The man bleeding from his chest trembled again and stretched out his right hand to untie the feathered dagger from his waist.

Alleyne followed the man's gaze and took the sword, and when he touched his hand holding the sword, Alleyne found that the other hand's hand stretched out two fingers, made a gesture of two, and waved it at him as best he could.

When Alleyne looked into his eyes in confusion, the light blue pupils had dimmed.

The mercenaries face death, resist it, and finally ignore it. This is the survival principle of mercenaries, everyone has long been accustomed to it, and no one mourns for the dead.

The rest of the men gathered the surviving horses and the money bags and weapons of the dead enemies and companions in preparation for the rest of the journey. The mercenaries held on to their ideas, and even if there was only one toy left, they still had to deliver it.

Alleyne put away Parker's hunting knife and strapped it to his triangular dagger. When he got up, Roman was still standing with his head bowed.

"The people who survived were right. Alleyne crouched down again, took the cork shield from Parker's leather armor, silently put it in his arms and left, it was the most precious thing in the plains.

The team set off again, the blood-stained mercenary flag floating on an equally blood-stained spear. The scorching sun of Calradia shone on the plains of Arnwo, and the brightness was somewhat dazzling. The mercenaries left their teammates behind them, their former teammates.

"To cherish what is alive is to cherish the best memory of the deceased. Alleyne took two broad cork shields in the palm of his hand and urged the horse forward.

No one cried, because everyone understood that the mercenaries were the brightest torches in the night of death. The night is still the same, never extinguished.

The mercenaries continued to march towards the heavenly city of Viruga. (To be continued.) )