"My brothers! Before the formation of the Northern Boar Legion, we were valued as soldiers by the Legion Commander, and those guys who couldn't even be soldiers actually hunted wild boars and looked down on us because of it. ”

"And now they want to rob us of the honor of fighting to the death."

"Can we say yes?!"

"Can't !!"

Without the thunderous night, I can't see who is speaking generously, or maybe everyone is speaking generously.

"Let those boys see who is the Northern Boar Legion, the real elite !!"

A heart-wrenching tiger roar sounded, and the ten heavily armored warriors actually took heavy steps, standing like a wall, advancing like a wall!

These warriors with incredible strength all swung their swords and axes in their hands, and in a matter of moments, they killed the enemy in front of them who were several times their size and retreated.

The heavily armored soldiers and John, who had fought all the way through from the rear, divided the remaining half of the foresters into two parts that could not take care of each other, and the foresters in the lumberyard camp were now completely defeated, and the heavily armed Stegian warriors chased and slashed them.

After a while, the noisy lumberyard camp fell silent, as if the resurrected ghosts had completed their revenge on their enemies and once again dived back into the ground to sleep.

Bathed in blood, White walked towards John, and when the battle was over, he couldn't bear it, and personally carried a melee weapon into the crowd, but White was not wearing heavy armor, and it can only be said that fortunately he only suffered some minor injuries.

It's been a long time since the two have fought side by side like today and won, and White didn't know what to say for a while, he just wanted to give John a big hug.

However, White was pushed away by John, John was really tired, he was not like Carl who regarded heavy armor as a worldless macho man, and only relied on manpower to support this set of heavy armor that needed to be carried by a war horse, making it a little difficult for him to breathe now.

Taking off the northern overlay helmet, John, who was already hairy, was sweating like raindrops at this time.

No, it's really raining.

After the terrifying spring thunder just now, the entire land of Sturgia finally ushered in the first spring rain after a long and severe cold.

Soon the vast expanse of land will be filled with new vegetation breaking through the ground from under the melting snow.

Feed on the corpses of these foresters on the ground.

"Time...... How long has the time passed. After a slight sigh of relief, John asked.

"About... It's been another twenty minutes since you last asked me, maybe more because I wasn't shooting arrows anymore. Seeing John's face so solemn, White unconsciously became serious.

After answering John's question, White's expression had changed from serious to nervous, and he didn't know why they had won such a brilliant victory, and why John was still so panicked.

"Place the wounded soldiers in place first, and gather all the rest of the people who can still move!"

John gave the order in a deep voice, and then stood up with his axe, but it seemed that he was indeed too tired to stand firm for the first time, and he was still able to stand still with White's help.

"What else is there to hide from me!" White was also anxious, ignoring the fact that John couldn't even breathe now, and asked again and again.

John patted White on the shoulder, put his body on his body and reluctantly continued to walk forward, "Let me ask you, in addition to us, there is also fighting in the village of Ustoke, is that true?" ”

"Yes."

"How many of us are here?" John gestured to the gathered Stegian warriors.

"More than sixty people! The casualties have not yet been counted, and it is not yet known how many there are. White replied immediately, in fact, he was still dazed, from the moment he knew that the leather carriage was filled with heavily armed soldiers, he realized that something was wrong, but he did not fully understand.

"And how many of them are there?" John pointed to the people of the forest who were lying on the ground.

"About a hundred people! John, what the hell are you going to say?! ”

"You still don't understand!" John struggled out of White's embrace, and then put on his Northern Covered Helmet again, almost in the dark, "If we're bait, then why do we need sixty men to guard this place!" If there are a hundred people here, how many people are attacking the village of Ustok now! ”

White's pupils began to tremble, but for a moment he hadn't fully figured out the connection between such things, only that there was a great danger still lingering in this land, and that at any time they could make their efforts to make their great victory come to naught!

"But... Plan. "White was so nervous that he didn't finish his sentence, using the lumberyard camp as bait, isn't that John's own plan?

"It's part of the plan! White! The Legion Commander would have bought us two hours, and now an hour has passed...... I'll just take it for an hour and a half, we have less than half an hour left to get back! ”

"No, no, our warriors need to rest!" Yes, it was necessary to rest, especially the ten most elite hoplites, whose terrifying combat power came at the cost of the high intensity of physical exertion, and whose physique was not as good as John's, and now they all sat on the ground with their backs against each other, unable to stand up at all.

In fact, White was quite satisfied with the performance of these fighters, and even if they were tired now, they could still be praised by White, considering that all of them were just ordinary farmers less than a month ago!

If White had told the story of their gains today, and told others about them, I'm afraid that even the most drunk who was unconscious would have to admit that White had drunk more.

How can a group of farmers who have been training for less than a month defeat the notorious Apocalypse Warriors?

Theoretically, this is simply not possible!

So White shook his head decisively and refused, even if he had already speculated on the village of Ustok in the worst-case scenario, they would have to spare five to ten minutes for the warriors to regain their strength.

"If you really need to rest and can't move, then you stay here and take care of the wounded." After saying this, John turned his head directly, no longer caring about how shocked White was.

His horse had already been led by the guards and docked nearby, and with the help of everyone, John turned on his horse, and then turned around and came to the center of the lumberyard camp.

"Who can fight!"

John's voice was not loud, he was only a normal person compared to the natural freaks of Ron and Carl, and even roaring with his voice sounded like an undesirable broken gong.

So it was impossible for John to think that just one shout, one angry shout, could completely boost the atrophied fighting spirit in the soldier's heart, that was what those two freaks should do.

But what if he shouted five, six, even ten, twenty times?

"I ask you, who can still fight!"