After a few days of boring training, the knights finally ushered in their first mission.

On the way to the stables, the baron and the little squire saw once again the old knight Jean-Jacques, who was barely an acquaintance, the old man who had accompanied him from Bamholm to the Holy Land.

The old man was leaning against a wooden pillar and eating nuts, and when he saw the baron approaching him, he smiled and stuffed a handful of good nuts into the young knight: "Taste it, my friend brought it from Asuna." He saw the brightly colored double-headed eagle coat of arms on the knight's chest, and made a smearing motion with his hand, "You put this on your chest, and the honor-seeking heretics must be happy to swarm up and cut off your head." ”

As if he had suddenly remembered something, ignoring the knight's suddenly realized face, the old knight straightened up and left the place, leaving a puzzling sentence before leaving: "If you are disgusted by what you will do next, come to the church and find me." If not, God bless you. ”

The knight, completely unaware of the task, shook his head, he found his horse and got on it with the help of the little squire. "That's right, Rurik. The knight thought of his gift, and he drew a sword from his horse's backpack, which was slightly shorter and rougher than the knight's sword, but still a deadly weapon. "You can't wear a knight's sword yet, but if you hold it, it's my gift. You can pick any horse over there. ”

Throwing the sword over, looking at the excited appearance of the scrambled little squire, the baron patted his horse and touched his head: "Listen, Rurik, I want you to protect my back, and in a moment no matter what happens, you will follow me closely, okay?"

The little squire nodded vigorously, making the baron a little worried if he would break his neck.

Soon, twenty knights, twenty squires and fifty cavalrymen were organized. They are completely unaware of the specifics of the mission. For the Knights of the Holy City, they have no right to question, only an obligation to obey.

The team set off quickly, they didn't carry much supplies and supplies, it was supposed to be a short run.

A sub-head personally led the team.

The knights were heading east. "Rurik, do you know the knight Jean-Jacques?" the baron asked his little squire, "I know, my lordship. The squire lowered his voice, "Lord Jean Jacques is a veteran knight of the Order, but it seems that he does not have a good relationship with the Grand Master, and the Grand Master even asked him to do some letter delivery work. ”

"Quiet!" the knight in front passed down the order from the deputy commander, "Ready, we're going to charge." ”

It was a small tribe of pagans, few in number, only a few dozen, and they had no idea that their doom was coming.

The Knights of the Holy City rushed into the tribe.

There are very few men in the tribe, mostly women, children and the elderly.

The baron swung his sword and severed the neck of a man who had just had time to pick up a scimitar, and blood sprayed on his terrified wife and children.

The boy looked to be ** years old, and he and his mother witnessed the moment when their father died.

The child was curled up in his mother's arms, his eyes tightly closed, as if that would prevent nothing from happening in front of him. The baron jumped off his horse, his sensitivity to the enemy so that he did not even notice the mother and son. But he couldn't say anything at the moment. Something has happened. He tried to pull the money bag out of his body, but at this moment the boy suddenly stood up, and he quickly picked up the scimitar stained with his father's blood, and without hesitation, at the exclamation of the little squire, slashed at the knight viciously.

The boy doesn't know how to use a knife, and his strength is too weak. It was evident that he tried his best, but the result was that the scimitar collided with the hard armor, made a loud "duang" sound, and flew into the sky.

The knight's sword of the baron was pointed at him. The mother behind the boy let out a sharp scream, and she spoke a strange language from the East, and she shielded her son as she looked at the knight with pleading eyes.

The baron slowly withdrew his sword, and just as his mother's movements began to relax, a spear pierced through the mother and son's bodies.

The murderous knight whistled excitedly, and without stopping at all, drew his sword, and rushed to another place where the crowd was a little larger.

The joy in the mother's eyes had not yet dissipated, and the spear pierced her heart, causing her to die directly in the happiness of protecting the child.

Her child convulsed in pain, and his little life was about to end on this day.

The baron turned, he really didn't want to see this scene again, strictly speaking, he was the one who caused the tragic scene in front of him.

It's the man with the scimitar, and if I don't kill him, the others will kill him.

The baron meditated in his heart.

The voice of the little squire Rurik came: "My lord, the battle is almost over. ”

The baron looked up and was shocked to find a scene that made him angry, several knight squires were actually practicing swords with captured children.

They laughed and said something as they mercilessly cut off the heads of children who were much younger than them. Their knight master stood with his waist crossed and laughed.

Clinging to the knight who wanted to rush over, the little squire didn't know whether he was speaking to himself or to the baron: "It's useless, it's useless, blocking it will only make them doubt your piety." ”

The baron stopped, and without saying a word, he walked in the direction of his horse, and on the way, he actually heard the cries for help of women and the lewd laughter of men from the tent.

In the next second, the rooster rider who appeared out of nowhere tore off the curtain of the tent with one hand and pulled out the cowardly attendant.

Both the rooster rider and the baron saw a good-looking pagan maiden crying.

Several knights heard the commotion and walked towards it.

The baron gritted his teeth, drew his sword, pushed the rooster rider away, and stabbed the pagan maiden in the heart.

"What are you doing, you bastard!" the rooster knight looked at the baron who had withdrawn his knight's sword and the girl who had fallen to the ground.

"It's going to make her die a crisp death. The baron grimaced and pointed to the other side.

Several wooden frames were erected, and the surviving infidels, to which they cried and screamed, until new companions were driven over.

The firewood under their feet says it all.

Burning at the stake.

"This ・・・・・・," the rooster jockey was stunned.

"It makes me sick. The baron jumped on his horse and rode out of the tribe.

Behind him were the flames that rose into the air and the screams that were so hard imprinted on the baron's heart.

And laughter from the knights.