"That's not right, why is there a vibration?"

A mercenary in his forties was suddenly stunned, his physical fitness had begun to decline at this age, and the pain caused by years of fighting had long prevented him from rushing to the front line. It hurts when it comes to cloudy and rainy days, and it stands to reason that he should retire, and there are very few mercenaries who are over forty years old, not that they can't be mercenaries at this age, but that they have a high mortality rate in the conflict after the decline in combat effectiveness. The career of a mercenary is very short, only a dozen years.

From eighteen or nineteen years old to thirty years old, retiring when you have accumulated enough is almost an iron rule in the mercenary world.

The reason why he was able to come to the wasteland with the team of people was that the team leader was mainly interested in his experience, and he had accumulated a lot of experience and skills that novices needed to look up to in his more than twenty years of outlaw career, which were extremely valuable assets.

The others were still robbing the wealth, but he was stunned and lay on the ground. The ears were pressed against the ground, and there was a faint sound of undetectable thunder. His heart fluttered, and he jumped up and beckoned his companion to the leader of the team to retreat immediately.

The team leader was only thirty-one years old, and he had just come out of the rookie stage, and he looked at the "veteran" seriously: "What's wrong?

"Cavalry, there's cavalry running this way. ”

The team leader shook his head with a smile, but before the words could be spoken, the smile froze on his face. He suddenly thought of the slogan that the Bright Moon Thieves shouted to boost their morale before they were destroyed - reinforcements.

In this position close to the border, where can reinforcements come? You don't have to think about it to know that they must be from the other side of the border. The wolf smoke in the distance was still rising, and it did not weaken in the slightest, which indicated that the military fortress fort on the border had already found traces of the enemy, and was even fighting. The role of the wolf smoke is not to transmit a message to the empire, they want to tell the imperial military department that they can send a telegram, and the role of the wolf smoke is to tell the civilians and wandering hunters in this vicinity, hurry up and hide, the enemy is coming.

Calculating the time, it has been more than half an hour since Rossi left, and according to the distance between here and the Solid Stone Fort, the enemy may appear at any time!

His face suddenly turned pale, the mercenary said that it sounded like the army, but the real situation was far inferior to the regular army, and he couldn't talk about the word army. There is no way to compare equipment and logistics alone, whether it is the army of the Republic or the Empire, all muskets.

Countless battles and wars have long made the world understand a truth, that is, the era of cold weapons has passed. Even the previous encirclement and suppression of the Bright Moon Thieves Group has caused many well-known forces to suffer because they are equipped with a large number of muskets. If you run into a large-scale Republic Army, the fate of the people here can be imagined.

He raised his arms and gathered his hands before leaving the place. There was no explanation for the reason, and there was no consolation, just a strong demand to leave immediately. Some people have a trace of displeasure in their eyes, and that carload of wealth is enough for them to retire directly and enjoy the life of a superior person. Even children and grandchildren can enjoy favorable conditions, but the team leader actually gave up like this?

It wasn't until they left a certain distance that the leader explained the matter, and the group immediately divided the looted wealth on the spot, each carrying a small bag, and quickly left the place without affecting the march.

And the rest of the people are still fighting hard, just to grab some more gold coins and gems.

When the first gunshot drowned out the fighting in this small area, everyone stopped. They looked stupidly at the black cavalry rushing towards them, and a shiver from the depths of their souls made their legs weak.

Those who can shoot on horses are often elites, and riding on horses is different from standing on the ground, making it more difficult to aim, and many people will lose their center of gravity due to recoil and fall off their horses. Only those warriors who have passed rigorous training and actual combat can have the ability to shoot accurately on horseback.

Almost at the same time, everyone turned around and ran.

As soon as someone turned over and got on the horse, he was stabbed down by the person behind him with a knife, but before the person behind had time to climb on the horse, he slashed at the side with a knife.

Chaos!

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the dull sound shook the entire wasteland.

It was not that no one resisted, but they were really some distance from the lancers, and before they could rush in front of them, they were hit by several bullets at the same time, and they fell to the side.

This is a slaughter of Chiguoguo, without any mercy or sympathy, and the well-trained Golden Legion squad cleanly harvests all living beings in sight. They are calm, sensible, not arrogant, calm aiming, shooting, changing bullets, everything is so orderly.

"Leave a few alive. After a one-sided slaughter, the squad leader gave a new order. He rode his horse to the middle of the chariot, his teeth bleeding.

Several headless corpses on the ground had begun to stiffen in the freezing temperature, these were all soldiers of the Republic, all of them were his former comrades-in-arms, just for an order, in order to carry out the mission to penetrate deep into the territory of the Tullman Empire. Today, however, they have finally died in a foreign land, and their heads have been cut off! The team leader smashed his fist on the carriage, and he carefully identified it for a while, and found Brian's body.

On his body was a medal of merit awarded to him by his superiors when Brian killed an invading enemy officer during a conflict. The squad leader once envied that every soldier wanted his chest full of military medals, and he was no exception.

"Excuse me, where's Brian's head?"

The soldier's feet slammed together to receive the order, and the pieces of iron embedded in his heels collided together with a crisp sound. The soldier walked over to the enclosed captives, grabbed one by the hair, dragged the man out, and dragged him to the squad leader.

The squad leader kicked the man in the crotch, and he bent down in pain, the expression on his face distorted, and his mouth couldn't make a sound.

"Where's Brian's head?", the team leader asked, sorting out his outfit, holding back the anger in his heart, squinting at him.

The pain of broken eggs is dozens of times that of childbirth, and this person is already in pain and speechless, only feeling that his whole body hurts. The team leader reached out and rubbed the stiff muscles on his cold face, took out his pistol and aimed it at a shot.

Almost everyone in the captives who were surrounded in the distance shuddered, and under the sorrow of the dead rabbit and fox, everyone exuded a kind of despair.

Another man was dragged out, struggling to move forward, but he was kicked in the chest, and he had to be dragged by the hair and dragged him to the ground.

"Where's Brian's head?", the squad leader asked, the same thing.

The man trembled like chaff and was "...... ...... by Rossi Took it. ”

"Why take his head?"

"Because the Imperial Council has issued a bounty, those who can exterminate the Bright Moon Thieves can be promoted to the title of Viscount of the Empire ....... ”

The squad leader suddenly became fierce and angry, stepped on the man's head, and crushed it hard. His head was trampled into the blood-soaked dirt, which kept squeezing into his nose and mouth, and in a few moments he felt like he was going to suffocate.

The squad leader continued to exert force under his feet, and roared viciously: "Brian is not a thief! He is a soldier of the Republic and a hero! You garbage dare to attack the soldiers of the Republic, you should be killed!"

A dense burst of gunfire rang out amid pleas for mercy, and the icy wasteland fell into silence once more.

The gold coins and gems scattered everywhere shone brightly, and the team leader sighed, "These are all things that Brian exchanged for his life, and they were packed up and sent back to China." Leave a team to escort these supplies, and the others will chase after me, and we must recover Brian's head!"

Brian is a hero, carefully gathering intelligence in the midst of enemy encirclement, and sending the enemy's supplies and wealth back to the country. He is an unsung hero, and even from this day on, the Ministry of War of the Republic will not admit that there was once a civilian soldier named Brian, and all his resume will be erased, just to prevent Tullman from finding a new reason to condemn the actions of the Republic. Whatever he does, he will become nothing, as if there was no such person.

But he did really exist, a comrade-in-arms, a companion. Perhaps this is his final destination, but the squad leader wants to snatch his head back, let him return to the Republic in its entirety, and be buried in the land he once loved.

For this belief, the squad leader did not hesitate to pay the price of his life.

The environment of the Republic was worse than that of the Tuhrman, and the difficult life made the people of the Republic taller than the Tuhrmans, and this tallness and sturdiness also continued to the horses. The war horses of the Republic are famous in the Western world for their long-lasting endurance, strong weight-bearing capacity, fast running speed, and outstanding collision ability. There is hardly a trace of shortcomings, which is one of the reasons why the Republic has not been captured by Tulman, their war horses are too good and too mobile to catch up and hide.

At this time, they rode this almost perfect war horse, and chased after the traces of the wasteland that had been crushed by the cavalry of the brigade.

The blood-colored sky is gradually starting to darken, and night is coming.

The wind in the wasteland is especially cold!