In the middle of Tanya, there is a long canyon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The canyon stretches for more than ten miles, and the rock walls on both sides are covered with plants, and at a glance, the grass and trees are overgrown. Beasts such as snakes and mountain apes appear from time to time.

Although it is more dangerous, because it can save a lot of time, all teams of hundreds of people will choose to pass through this road.

And on this day, another column of people passed through this canyon, not one or two hundred, but five thousand.

"Cheer me up, be careful of ambushes on both sides. ”

A balding middle-aged man rode a tall horse and walked in the front half of the procession, his eyes pointing to the sides from time to time.

Although this canyon is long, the mountains on both sides are not steep, and it is entirely possible that ambushes are hidden.

Fortunately, you can walk another kilometer or two to get out of this valley, and then walk thirty or forty kilometers to Dahula.

The middle-aged man looked up at the sky, the scorching sun was in the sky, it was already noon, and at this rate, he should be able to reach Dahula as soon as tomorrow morning.

More than 1,000 people face my 5,000-strong army, and even if it is a strong attack, I can kill them all.

After catching Razor, my identity will also rise, and I may take over Dahonla.

It's not the best outcome, but it's a good feeling to have two medium-sized cities, Woan and Dahunal.

As he walked slowly, Norman once again imagined in his mind the scene after killing Razor and the victory.

Suddenly, there was a stir behind the group.

"What's going on, there's an enemy?"

Norman reined in his horse and looked back.

The army behind was already black and blocked.

At this time, the soldiers around Norman also showed their weapons and surrounded Norman in the middle.

Norman's face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on the commotion.

I saw a man on a black horse approaching him at a great speed.

Norman knew this man, and this was the soldier he left behind in Woan.

When he saw this soldier, there was a faint uneasiness in Norman's heart.

"Your Excellency, Your Majesty......"

The soldier raised his arms in the air and swung at Norman.

Norman immediately ordered the men in front of him to give way to a path, and the soldier came to Norman through this road.

"What's going on? Why are you here?"

"Your Excellency...... Oh no, they ...... The enemy surrounded Voan. ”

When Norman heard this, he felt a chill in his heart, and his brain fell into a brief pause.

The soldiers, who heard the news, fell into complete confusion.

"My lord, we're going back!"

"We can't live without Woan, our family is in Woan!"

"My lord, let's not go any further!"

......

The soldiers raised their voices and expressed their opinions. The soldiers who did not speak also stared at Norman, waiting for him to give orders.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Norman roared, the veins on his forehead bursting high, "What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel? You know, I'm the highest person here!"

"We don't care who you are!

Norman's eyes widened, trying to find the person who spoke, but after searching for a long time, he didn't find the existence of that person.

"Who! dare to do this to me, have the ability to come out and speak!"

This time no one spoke anymore.

"My lord, what should we do now? Shall we continue the attack, or will we return the way we came?"

"Attack, attack you, without Woan, we will all drink the northwest wind!"

Norman knocked one of the knights next to him on the head and yelled.

"Go back, the troops turn back, the troops in the back row should be the front row, the front row should be the back row, and return quickly!"

As soon as Norman's voice was spoken, all the soldiers had begun to turn around and run back desperately.

The force of 5,000 people was instantly pulled to a distance of nearly a thousand meters.

Norman shouted loudly to maintain the formation, but at this point the shortcomings of the ragtag army were fully exposed, and most of the soldiers continued to run irregularly.

No one listened to Norman anymore.

Although Norman did not have much ability, he also knew the importance of discipline to the team, and after shouting a few times, he found that only some of the veterans were willing to obey his command, and in a fit of rage, he drew his long sword, rushed to the front of the group with a pair of soldiers, and waved the long sword at the fastest runners.

In an instant, blood spilled into the sky, and the corpses of the first few people were separated in an instant, and the headless torso fell to the ground.

The soldiers who followed closely behind were stunned by the scene in front of them and stopped one after another.

But the soldiers behind them didn't know what was going on and swarmed down on them.

The soldier who fell to the ground made a variety of such sounds, which summed up to mean the same thing - pain.

The pushing and stampede between the soldiers caused a large number of soldiers to their hands and even caused the death of a dozen people.

It took a minute for the whole team to come to a complete stop, but by this time hundreds of soldiers had already fallen to the ground in pain.

"Phew, run, why don't you run? What are they? You have to take out your weapons to be honest. Whoever wants to run around for me again, he will be killed. ”

The team adjusted its formation in an instant, and just now it was like a scattered 5,000-strong brigade, and quickly adjusted the formation.

More than a hundred soldiers who were unable to stand up because of leg injuries were left alone outside the ranks.

"My lord, what about these people?"

A knight asks Norman.

Norman glared at the fallen soldier and said, "Disobey the military order, kill!"

"But my lord, they are all our brothers......"

"Do you even want to disobey military orders?"

Norman yelled, and the knight hurriedly lowered his head and remained silent.

"Kill them! Our army doesn't need to be burdened!"

"My lord, spare my life, we don't dare...... We really don't dare......"

The cries for help came and went, but Norman had already reversed course.

The sound of distress cries from the rear stopped abruptly, and a wounded soldier was slashed by a long sword, letting out a miserable scream.

Behind Norman, it became a bloody hell.

The recruits standing in the front row were pale, they had never experienced the baptism of the battlefield, they had experienced the baptism of blood outside the battlefield, and their comrades were cut in a pool of blood by their own people with butcher knives.

Forty or fifty "executioners", having killed more than a hundred wounded, followed after Norman, and only then did the others wake up from a dream and follow closely over the corpses and blood.

Norman tried his best to get out of the long tunnel as quickly as possible, but the tunnel was like there was no end, and there was no exit in sight.

(To be continued.) )