Beneath the shady hills, there was an irresistible smell of blood in the wind, and the light of the fighting figures and swords was everywhere, and the flags staggered with each other, swaying back and forth between the trees, and the neighing of war horses mingled with the roars of the samurai to play a cruel ballad.

"Die, miscellaneous!" a spear pressed against the helmet, nearly piercing the bloody cheek. The enraged knight gripped the hilt of his sword with his left hand, roared and swung upward, severing the head with a gushing of red.

Such a scene greatly stimulated the knights around him who were wearing the same color robe, and the excited cheers were accompanied by unparalleled fanaticism, and the weapons in their hands were clenched tightly with the enemy in front of them.

Enduring the pain in his arm, the knight held the hilt of the sword in his hand, pointed it to the sky with blood, and roared fiercely at the soldiers who were still fighting behind him: "Rush, God bless Turin!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!"

The messy but neat shouts echoed in the shade of the trees, and these knights, dressed in the same color smocks, rushed to the enemy in front of them as if they were crazy, and countless figures shook violently, and the barbarian warriors who had just been screaming and fighting seemed to be as fragile as white paper in front of this charge, and soon began to crumble.

One after another, the barbarian warriors screamed and threw down their weapons, and scattered lifelessly into the surrounding forest, and the victorious knights pursued the victory. The infantry who trampled on the ground also threw their spears at the enemy. Then he drew his broadsword and charged.

In the end, the stubborn barbarian warriors were also overwhelmed by the charge of the infantry phalanx. The knights had completed the pursuit and returned to the camp in the forest with the heads of the enemy.

But there were no cheers, no shouts of excitement, only silent silence and soreness, so that these warriors, who had just finished the battle, dragged their tired bodies to build a simple camp between the dense forests, so that they and the wounded brethren could rest a little.

Almost all of the soldiers were so tired that they sat on the ground panting, and they didn't even have the strength to bandage their wounds. Biting on cold, hard dry food, but still clutching the weapon tightly in his hand.

Panting, Green Turn, with his bloodstained sword, sat on a raised stone. The originally beautiful coat and armor were already dusty and tattered.

How many times has this been since the day before yesterday? Looking at the soldiers around him who were already overwhelmed, Green Turnn couldn't help but ask himself. It was only two or three days, but almost all the time there were wandering barbarian tribes launching surprise attacks on them, and everyone didn't even have time to sleep, even when they were eating, they had to hold their weapons in their hands at all times. Fight enemies who don't know when they'll appear.

Almost every day, there were constant casualties, and the remnants of the army under his command did not even have the slightest baggage. Not to mention medical treatment, even if there are very few things that can temporarily bandage their wounds, many elite soldiers and knights can only watch their wounds become inflamed, and then die in the heat of pain.

"Lord Tern, the casualties have been counted. While he was thinking, the attendant who served as the herald walked over with heavy steps, his expression a little numb: "Fourteen of the dead, thirty-seven were slightly wounded, and eight were seriously wounded - they have already made them go to the Starry Sky God Kingdom peacefully." ”

Greene Turn's face also didn't have much expression, just nodded lightly - they were still on the run, there was no way to bear too many wounded, and as long as the severely disabled and seriously ill soldiers could not keep up with the speed of the procession, and left this world peacefully, it was their best home.

"And ......" It was only then that the herald's face was a little more sad: "Sir Rod, he ...... I'm afraid he's not going to be able to do it anymore, the fever is too hot!"

Greene Turn's face was startled, and he grabbed the herald by the collar: "Where is he?!"

The frightened herald hurriedly pointed behind him, and Green threw him down and strode over, pushing away several knights who were gathered around, and under the shade of a tree in the dense forest lay a simple bed and tent, and on the bloodstained wooden board lay a middle-aged man with his eyes closed.

The armor on his body is enough to prove that he was once strong, but at this moment, this man is emaciated as if only a skeleton remains, people can't help but sigh, there are wounds almost everywhere on his body, and the blood-stained coat is torn like a strip of rotten cloth, and he can only vaguely distinguish the coat of arms of the flaming goshawk on it.

The man who was panting violently barely opened his eyes, raised his right hand with some difficulty, and only smiled slightly on his pained face when he saw Green grasp it without hesitation.

"Sorry, I didn't make it to the end...... I thought I would die later than you. Seeing that everyone was gone, Sir Rhodes spoke slowly, but with a bit of ridicule: "What do you say, Lord Adjutant General?"

"Who allowed you to die?" Green's face was only indescribably heavy, and his clenched right hand became even harder: "I haven't given you the order yet, and it's not now that I want to die!"

"Yes, Lord Greene Turn, hahahahahahaha......haha ”

"I'll never forget it for the rest of my life. Greene Turn's head turned away: "I'm the one in front of you." “

"Me too—why should you, a fellow who is six years younger than me, join me in awarding the medal?" Sir Rhodes squeezed out a smile on his face: "You bastard, you are ahead of everything - you are the best, and you are the commander of the garrison regiment, and in the end, you almost died, and you actually became the chief lieutenant general of His Highness Anson, why are you faster than me?!"

"But you're not as fast as me this time, Green Turn. Sir Rod's voice became softer and softer: "I am waiting for you in the Starry Sky Divine Kingdom, this time I am waiting for you, waiting for you to come and drink with me! Haha, I'm afraid I will be tired of waiting for myself when the time comes......"

Green turned his head suddenly, only to see Sir Rod's eyes closed contentedly, and he was gradually no longer breathing.

There was a dead silence all around, and all the knights and soldiers gathered outside the tent, praying silently. Until he saw the sad and somewhat gloomy figure come out of the tent, he pretended to be calm and patted the herald on the shoulder: "Bury Sir Rhodes with those fallen brethren." ”

"Yes. The herald's voice was choked up, and an unspeakable grief permeated their chests, and no one was willing to speak.

"They're gone, but we're not there - because we can't die yet. Green Turn's eyes flashed with anger as he looked at the soldiers around him: "You all know what happened on the battlefield that day. You all know what kind of crazy people are in the hands of Hantu City now, and they will not stop until they achieve their goal!"

"Only we, only we know the truth, and how ridiculous and despicable that defeat was! There is no doubt that those cowards will surely put all the blame on our heads, and their pursuers must still be chasing us everywhere in an attempt to kill us, for as long as we live, and as long as His Majesty Horace Marchelus remains the supreme of the kingdom, they will never be at peace!"

"We, fighting for Turin, must not let them succeed - in the name of the Radiant Cross, I will make those beasts and beasts with blood on their hands pay!" Grimm Turn, trembling with excitement, raised his broken sword: "God bless Turin!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!" (To be continued.) )