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Because of the narrowness of the road, they lined up in long columns, with each two horses separated by a dozen horses, so that there was enough buffer space in the event of a sudden stop.

The cavalry galloped smoothly through a narrow pass, and just as the last horse was about to pass, several gray figures jumped out of the snow on the side of the road, three double-bowed crossbows aimed at the back of the neck of the last cavalryman at the same time.

The faint sound of bowstrings was muffled by the sound of rumbling horses' hooves, and the cavalrymen were pierced through the neck by crossbow arrows, and their bodies fell off their horses as soon as they crooked.

Lauren's huge figure sprang out in a few tiger steps, grabbed the body of the cavalry and threw it into the ravine by the side of the road, and then turned over on his horse.

Lauren's breath was smooth, and the cavalry in front of him, separated by more than ten horses, did not notice that the last horse had been replaced.

He raised his crossbow again, and another hapless cavalryman was silently shot, and a convoy caught up from behind, riding on horseback, following Lauren's example.

After all eleven men had successfully mounted their horses, they began to attack the cavalry further ahead.

And just like that, followed by the sound of horses' hooves and the cover of the night, the hundred-man cavalry was thrown off their horses one by one.

Captain Nick rushed to the front, unaware of an empty team of horses.

He was in a very good mood now, and after more than three hours of fast horseback, he finally turned out of the rugged mountain road, allowing his war horse to gallop even faster, and in the blink of an eye, Black Iron Town was in sight.

It's just late at night, and it's the perfect time to launch a surprise attack. If it goes well, maybe you can sleep with your maid in your arms after the task is completed.

With victory in his hands, he slammed his horse's belly and rushed towards Black Iron like a gust of wind.

The cavalry behind him extinguished their torches and followed him without saying a word, like a band of ghosts galloping through the night.

Nick rushed to the gate in the blink of an eye, and was overjoyed when he saw it—the drawbridge had been lowered!

This guy named Renault is really a fool, and he has no defense.

Without any guards, his horse passed through the tattered doorway unhindered.

After entering the door, there is a vast flat land, and not far away a dozen towering buildings, like silent black giants.

The sound of horses' hooves on solid ground sounded like rumbling war drums.

Nick was already prostrate on his horse, drawing his shiny scimitar, ready to meet the enemy's crossbow arrows.

But the imaginary bolts did not fly, nor did they cry out in terror from the townspeople, but only the silence and darkness of death.

It's like such a big town, and it doesn't seem like there is a living person!

Without difficulty, he rushed to an octagonal building, which, according to the Scout's information, was Renault's Lord's Mansion.

No, there isn't even a single guard for the lord!

While Nick was surprised, a very bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

No matter how stupid Renault is, he won't even know that such a large group of cavalry has arrived at the door, right?

Could it be that he knew the news in advance and ran away?

There is also a possibility that this is a trap, and Renault deliberately lured him in!

Nick frowned, it was too late to withdraw at this time, it was better to plan and enter the lord's mansion!

He beckoned behind him and motioned his subordinates to rush in, but after waiting for a long time, no one moved.

Are these guys blind? Nick turned around in annoyance and wanted to scold, but when he turned around, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat - there was not a single figure on the back of the war horse behind him!

Hell yes!

Even if he encountered ten times as many enemies, it was impossible for his hundred cavalry to disappear silently!

But where have they gone? Hell there?

He suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility, the other party must have a very powerful awakened person.

If so, then the 100 people may really be finished!

He didn't know why the other party just let him go, but he lost a hundred cavalry, and even if he could go back alive, the Boer commander would definitely not spare him.

Both horizontally and vertically are dead, and now there is only one way to take Renault with his own hands.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned over and dismounted, and sneaked into the gate with his waist down.

There was also a room on the second floor with the lights on, which was probably where Renault lived, and when he was sure, he walked in the dark.

Suddenly, there was a sound of wings vibrating, and a black shadow flapped its wings and flew from the corner.

Nick was shocked and hurriedly turned his head away, but his face was still scratched with a hot pain.

He reached out and touched it, and found that a large piece of flesh had been grabbed from his face!

Nick was furious in his heart, and drew the short sword on his back with his backhand and threw it at the black shadow, only to hear a clang, the short sword seemed to be stuck in the hard steel, and then the sound of "clucking" screamed.

Phew-it's a rooster!

Nick shouted bad luck, as the first right-hand man of the Boer Commander, he was actually scratched in the face by a rooster, and if this was spread, he would definitely be laughed to death.

But luckily no one saw it.

At this time, the candles were lit in the two rooms downstairs, apparently awakened by the crowing of a rooster, and Nick was short and hid under a table in the middle of the courtyard.

Giggle -

The Iron Rooster barked even more uneasily, and the door to the other room opened.

This damn cock!

Nick cursed in his heart, it wouldn't be good if he woke everyone up, or alerted Renault!

Fortunately, it was an old man who came out of the room, staggering as if he was going to fall at any moment.

He glanced at the Iron Rooster, then shuddered and walked in Nick's direction.

Could it be that this old man found out?

Nick's heart tightened, but he quickly laughed at himself for being too nervous, but an old man who was about to die, what was there to worry about.

As long as the dagger in his hand moved casually, he could silently slit the throats of the two of them, ensuring that they would not make the slightest sound.

At this time, the old man had already come to him, looked at him indifferently, and said breathlessly: "I advise you...... Be honest...... Come out, or ......"

An old immortal dared to threaten me, and Nick jumped straight from the ground and pounced like lightning.

Just as he jumped, the big black rooster suddenly vibrated its wings and flew over, its steely claws swooping on his face, and its long black beak pecked mercilessly at his eyes.

"Ahh

Nick screams and grabs the big's paw and throws it to the ground.

The iron rooster was frightened and clucked.

Nick covered his eyes with one hand, blood mixed with black liquid running down.

He spat bloody spit fiercely, and after twenty years as a cavalryman, he did not expect to be pecked blind by a rooster.

This breath is unbearable no matter what, and killing everyone here can't resolve the hatred in his heart.

He snorted, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and stabbed the sharp dagger at the old man again.

"Die!" he cried out in his heart, "this eye of mine will pay for your life!"

However, before he could stab the old man, the black shadow pounced again, and he suddenly felt a pain in his throat.

Everything happened so fast, he opened his eyes wide and tried to inhale, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't feel enough air entering his lungs.

And his throat, with his breathing, gurgled and gurgled.

He lowered his head in horror, the abominable rooster still flapping its wings in the darkness, its sharp beak digging deep into his neck like a drill.

How is this possible!

Nick's vision finally began to blur, and it was only then that he realized that death was already beckoning to him.

He actually ...... How is it to die at the hands of a brute...... What a ......

In a blur, the old man was still slowly swallowing, and finally finished the sentence.

“...... Otherwise, it will be ...... by the iron Attack ......"

The old man was still out of breath, but Nick couldn't hear anything.

A torch was lit not far away, and Lauren walked in with ten soldiers, and when he saw the corpse on the ground, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Hey, didn't you let me capture it alive, how did you get killed?"

But he didn't care, even if he died, this guy had a lot of good things on him, and he took down everything that could be used, which is called making the best use of things.

Ever since he followed Renault, he had almost forgotten all about chivalry.

"You two have disposed of the body, and we have to rush back. ”

"Lord Lauren, what about these horses?" asked the two remaining guards, looking at the more than a hundred horses at the door.

"Shut up at school first. Lauren said.

"What a good harvest, so many horses!"

From Lauren to the guards below, they all had the face of a bandit.