The wet and cold soil was covered with footprints, and the leftovers of the meal were dumped on the ground haphazardly.

Before the work was done, the toiling peasants stopped, sat on wooden chairs, picked up dirty linen cloths and wiped the sweat from their faces and necks.

"They should pay us. Sixty-one-year-old Leonard Dynikolai said to his neighbors as in previous years.

"Oh, you say that every year, but what has changed!" said another peasant, who was a few years younger than him, and the other peasant, who was also covered in dirt, was also very angry about this, and as soon as he grabbed the dirty linen and fell to the ground, the work of replacing the fence was very painful for those of them who were old, but then the peasant regretted his impulsiveness, and he pressed one hand on his waist, and slowly and carefully squatted down and picked up the burlap scarf that had been stained with a lot of mud.

"Hurry up and finish the work, finish it early, and rest early. There were still many places in the long fence that had not yet been inspected, and a loud noise came from the other side, and the two farmers turned their heads.

"These mercenary cubs. Leonar spat on the ground, although the mercenaries were nominally here to protect them, but in the peaceful daily life where most of them did not need to actually fight, a group of young people with excess hormones had nowhere else to go, which naturally caused a lot of trouble to the locals.

"As long as they stay away from my granddaughter, they can say anything!. "Where there is a need, there will naturally be supply, and in the wooden house close to the border behind him, several low-level mercenaries walked towards the house with laughter and laughter around several women who knew that they were not good women.

"Really, if I were twenty years younger, I would have beaten those soft bones myself, and I would have them to protect them—" Leonard shouted as if he had deliberately wanted the mercenaries to hear, while his old neighbor rolled his eyes and shook his head noncommittally.

"Bang-boom-"

"What-!"

“...... No!!"

The two peasants had just picked up their tools again and were about to continue repairing the fence when they heard something sound from the direction of the mercenaries before them, and then immediately fell silent again.

"What's going on?" the old peasant looked to the side suspiciously, his old eyes, which were already dizzy, could not clearly see all the details at such a distance, so he subconsciously narrowed slightly.

"It looks like there's a guy crawling ......on the ground," said his neighbor, who was slightly younger than him, craned his neck to look to the side.

A metallic reflection came into their eyes, and then a knight in a red and gold mountain lion coat of arms and armor ran out from one side and stabbed his sword into the back of the man who was struggling on the ground.

"The Holy Spirit and the Holy Maiden are above!!" The sight of a living man being stabbed to death with a sword in front of them shocked both old men, and the gavel in their hands fell to the ground, and they turned around and immediately fled, when more noise came from behind them, and a large number of soldiers with Avenella ornaments poured into the fields of Inznir from all directions.

"Long live Avenella!" they shouted in the lingua franca, and then they rushed towards the wooden house next to it and kicked the door open.

"Ahh

The sheriff wearing the rapier was also in the ranks, and his face was panicked, he was only a local petty officer, let alone fighting with the knights of the regular army, and he didn't even have the experience of going to the battlefield once.

"Sir, sir!" Fortunately, Inznir also had a real garrison, and King Philip II had been on the guard of the last attack on Avenella, so that Inznir had also strengthened the garrison since then - it was one of them that the magistrate encountered, and out of the corner of the street was Count Gabriel, who had participated in many knightly jousts, and was tall and mighty.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Abraham, what's going on?" the Count seemed to have just finished his meal in the dining-room, followed by a whole group of heavily armed Sivalier sergeants and knights.

"A-Avenella Attack--!" The spear that easily pierced through his leather armor, which was more decorative than defensive, pierced Abraham's chest, and the wide-eyed Earl Gabriel pushed away the dying sheriff in the next instant, drawing the sword at his waist.

"Formation, formation!" he shouted, and the soldiers behind him immediately drew their weapons and put on their armor, but the enemy came from all directions, far outnumbering his squad.

"Damn it!" said the Earl, who had come to his favorite restaurant today without wearing armor, for it had been peaceful for a few days, and that Arvenella had been attacked only a few days earlier, and that the Count, who knew that it was not Sivalier's doing, was glad that he could enjoy peace at least for a short time.

But what's going on now......

Where did Avenella, who was supposed to be busy rebuilding the fortress, come from the forces to attack Inznir?

The Count remained in his circle of guards with his sword in one hand, and the enemy was as fully armored as his men, and although he wondered why these men did not wear the insignia of nobility, the brightly colored mountain lion coat of arms made their identity clear.

"Damn boar. Gabriel spat out, and the Arvenels were silent and cold-blooded, and the men and women, young and old, had been stabbed to death by their swords and lay on the ground, leaving only them, armed professional warriors, surrounded by heavy surrounding.

"Up!" was outnumbered, and even if it certainly attracted the other defenders, it was likely that his life would be in jeopardy by the time they came, and the Earl decisively chose to win.

"Kill!" both sides were armoured soldiers, and the Sivalier soldiers, who were not armed with armor-piercing weapons, could only desperately press the distance and try to stab their long swords into the observation hole of the opponent's helmet.

Sparks flew and the sound of swords and short swords smashing against plate armor came and went, and the Count pinched the tip of his sword about a third of the way with his free hand, a technique known as the half-sword style that was often used in combat between knights in plate armor, and the left hand that pinched the blade helped stabilize the sword, and then the right hand behind him could kill a person by stabbing it into the opponent's observation hole accurately.

"Uhh

"Whoaa

The hand in the plate armor fell weakly to the ground with a crisp metallic sound, the one-handed long sword stuck in the other's helmet, and two more people attacked Gabriel, and the count bent down and picked up the one-and-a-half sword dropped by the other from the ground, and this kind of long sword that could be held in both hands was even more able to exert all his strength.

"Click-boom!" sparks splashed, and there was immediately a gap in the long sword, but Gabriel, who successfully blocked the opponent's attack, took another step behind him, and his scattered subordinates were quickly captured by the opponent in pairs because of the disadvantage in numbers, lifted the armor and slit the throat, and in the situation of being surrounded, the more flexible earl survived to the end because of the lack of armor.

"Damn the boar!" he cursed loudly, the situation was desperate before reinforcements arrived. The Earl's gesture of turning back and hoping for reinforcements gave the opposite side a gap in the attack, and he raised his sword to resist the blow of the head, "Squeak!" The metal made an unpleasant sound, twisted and deformed, and never recovered.

"Rubbish boar products!" Gabriel's inferior quality made Gabriel completely unweaponized, and he quickly ran behind him, and the knight of Avenella, who was surrounded on this side, raised his sword and stabbed at him, and the count protected his head with both hands, allowing his arm to be cut open, and blood flowed, and he rushed over with minor injuries.

The other party turned and chased after him, there was a noise at the corner in front of him, Gabriel rushed out, a group of mercenaries who were more numerous than the other party were being slaughtered without resistance, he rushed towards them, and then a dive, picked up a long sword on the ground, and then rushed forward and rolled back to his feet.

The pursuing Avenella soldiers collided with the mercenaries, and Gabriel seized the opportunity to turn around and run down the alley to the side of an old-fashioned barn.

As if he had shaken off his pursuers, the Count glanced left and right, there were some dead bodies of civilians and mercenaries nearby, and it seemed that the other party had already slaughtered the area.

"Tick ...... Tick. The blood flowed from his badly wounded hands, and the pain made the Count barely able to hold the sword in his hand, but he gritted his teeth, his clean face was covered with mud, his luxurious clothes were all stained with blood and dirt, and the screams behind him were heard one after another, but fortunately Gabriel finally heard the voice of expectation.

"Forward, forward!" the command shouted in Sivalier's voice came from the other side, and the count looked relieved with a look of relief on his face, and then stepped forward to his hiding place—and at that moment.

"Boom-ding-woo. ”

The sword used to block flew out with the wrist of his right hand, and Gabriel froze in place, the knight of Avenella standing on the other side with the tip of the sword dripping blood.

It was his blood.

"Shhh

The tingling sensation filled all his senses for a moment, and the cold light on the cold blade and the smell of blood permeated his nose, mouth, and eyes.

"Uh......" Gabriel sat slowly on the ground with his back against the wall of the wooden barn, and the knight of Avenella drew his sword, unconcerned that it was the royal coat of arms, wiped the blood from his head with his burqa, and then unsheathed it, and then lifted his visor in place.

"Uh-huh-" The throat was battered, the dying Count was no longer in the eyes of these people, the "Avenella soldiers" in front of him all lifted their visors, the man who attacked him seemed to be their leader, he nodded at the others, Gabriel could vaguely see that this man had black hair and gray-blue eyes.

"The mission is over, go to the intended evacuation site. The black-haired, blue-eyed soldier said in such words, and he spoke a language that the Count could understand, but he could not even breathe, and he could only accept it quietly.

The noise of the movement of many people and the orders of the Sivalier language sounded one after another on the other side, and before the darkness was enveloped forever, the Count heard the man next to the soldier reply in Lamani.

"Yes, His Highness Saxiyutu. ”

Footsteps sounded far away in one direction and again in the other, and the Sivalier soldiers, who had hastily assembled and had rushed to the border, pounced without surprise.

There was a river of blood on the ground, and the corpses of mercenaries, men, women, children, mercenaries, and civilians lay all over the clearing, and the Count Gabriel was the most conspicuous of them.

"These damn ...... The grief-stricken Sivalier knights raised their feet and stepped on the corpses of the enemy lying on the ground, the dirt staining the mountain lion emblem on their robes, and the mysterious enemy army, which had withdrawn towards the forest, was never searched for by the search force sent after the defensive line had been established.

......

R: Bloodyhell, I was going to go on a survival trip in the wild next week, and I was stopped for a week, and the bastard started recommended it to me again