Sergeant Major William was almost stunned - this little squire who survived and saved everyone was still thinking about completing his so-called mission, he didn't think he died fast enough?!

Not only him, but all the soldiers of Turin stared at this young black-haired boy with the eyes of a fool, and he was finally able to escape, who wanted to stay in this demon cave anymore......?

Edward's heart became more and more disdainful, this group of people had been completely frightened, they had been locked up for too long, the fear in their hearts had even deprived them of the ability to think, and they wanted to run away in a panic when they saw the opportunity, looking at the timid faces like moles, and the disgusting smell filled his chest.

Under any other circumstances, Edward would not have stopped this group of people from dying, but not yet—at least he had to accomplish his goal, otherwise everything he did would be useless, and he hated it immensely.

"Sue me old William, who dies the fastest on the battlefield?" Looking at the old soldier's equally stunned expression, Edward didn't give him time to answer, and directly gave the answer: "Deserters, right, especially the crowds, defeated deserters." ”

"Leave our backs to the enemy, and let them hunt like rabbits like fools—it won't be long before they'll find us running away. Even if we scatter, more than half of us will be a pile of bones in the wilderness this night, and if that's what you want, then you can disband yourself now!"

William, who was originally going to stand up and persuade this "bastard boy with a bad brain", turned pale all of a sudden-what he thought about was not whether he could escape back, but what would happen after he went back: what would a veteran who had lost all his brothers and whose lord was also killed wait for him, kill a hundred people, and then carry the black cauldron?

The Turin soldiers, who had been clamoring to run away, also hesitated, and it was clear that the squire's statement was very reasonable, and no one dared to say that they would be able to escape, especially at night when they could not see their fingers.

Time no longer allowed Edward to explain the stakes to this group of scum soldiers, and the black-haired boy could only use the most primitive agitation method to remind them that he was a trader who licked blood from the knife edge, not a farmer with a hoe!

"Now they are completely defenseless, the whole village is as fragile as cheese, if we are fast enough, we can kill more than half of the enemies before they can react, and then we can get the damned wizard leader out and let him taste our wrath! Don't you want revenge? For the sake of the dead brothers, for the torture they have endured for the past two days, don't you want to see them trampled under their feet, kneeling in mud puddles and dung, crying and screaming for mercy?!"

"Now, if you want those crumbs to taste the awesomeness, come with me, or...... Flee like a rabbit, praying that he won't be caught and grow into a pile of worm-infested carrion in the gutter!" Edward pointed his right thumb back hard, and with a mocking smile, Edward turned away, not looking at the Turin soldiers behind him—he knew he had succeeded.

"He's right!" Sergeant William swallowed, the corners of his mouth twitching and the brothers who were looking at him shouted, "If you want to live, fight with them, it is better to die than to be slaughtered like an animal!"

Fear turned to rage at its extreme—unparalleled rage, the eyes of the Turin soldiers, tormented and mad in despair and screams, bloodied, Edward's voice had ignited the flames of their thirst for revenge, shouting and waving their arms.

After making up his mind, Sergeant William began to put things in order—the remaining Turin soldiers, who were completely crippled, and probably thirty who could fight with weapons, each looked for weapons from the dead prison guards, and consciously lined up, waiting for orders.

It is true that thirty people are much worse than the Dominic soldiers in the entire village, but the enemies are scattered, and it is even more difficult to gather in the dark - as long as they are not surrounded and fall into the trap, then their side is the one who is really outnumbered!

Just as Sergeant William shouted and gathered the Turin soldiers, who were basically armed, and prepared to leave, Priest Weber Alexander was trembling down from the top of the watchtower, his face pale and bloodless, and he still clutched a blood-red dagger in his hand.

"I—I've done my job......" Webber even his lips trembled, and put the dagger in his hand in front of Edward's eyes, but he didn't mean to show off: "Little by little, little by little, I cut the man's neck, and asked the specific location of the wizard......"

"Well done, the Radiant Cross will surely bless you for your merits. Edward pat Webber on the shoulder so hard that the little priest, who couldn't even stand still, almost fell: "Your mission is done, go to the sergeant major named William, oh by the way, don't forget to tell him - bring a few more torches, he will understand." ”

Glancing at the group of Turin soldiers behind him who had been transformed into hungry wolves—perhaps a thug would be more appropriate—Edward scarred his steel sword and turned to leave. His eagerness was no less than that of the frenzied thugs, except for the fact that his mind was still sober and sane.

"What are you going to do?"

"Complete my mission. The corners of Edward's mouth lifted, and this is also a task that my body has not completed...... The black-haired boy muttered silently in his heart, leaving in the direction that Webb had just pointed.

............ The peaceful moonlight turned into countless cold fragments on the earth, and the village, which was once extremely quiet a moment ago, suddenly erupted into an incomparable noise, and the Dominica soldiers stationed here still did not understand how this group of bedbugs that should have died a long time ago escaped after being chopped into meat sauce by countless angry Turin soldiers?!

It's like a bunch of ...... No, they were just a bunch of damn bugs, frantically tearing all the Dominica soldiers they met to shreds, and the rage poured out like a monstrous flood!

And that's not all, the most terrifying soldiers, the bugs are also setting fire everywhere! The flames spread rapidly, rolling up billowing dust and smoke, and the whole village seemed to be in flames.

The Dominic soldiers scattered everywhere and caught in the fire could not even assemble, let alone organize any effective defense, at most they could only gather together in groups of three or five, and then resist while waiting for orders.

If there were enough soldiers in Turin, the entire village would have been completely captured by this time - but unfortunately, the difference in numbers between the two sides became a fatal wound, and the survivors who had just escaped from prison were extremely inferior in numbers, and there was no chance to quickly destroy the enemy, so they could only take advantage of the fact that the soldiers in the village could react as much as possible to reduce the gap between the two sides and make the scene more chaotic.

Confusion, screaming, roaring, slaughtering...... In the dark of the night, the nameless hamlet was soaked in flames, and the sounds of fighting and screams echoed incessantly, and the soldiers of Turin, who had no scruples, fought to their last breath to survive, and the Dominicans, who were also courageously stirred up by fear and anger, fought for it.

A sword cut off the heads of the Dominic soldiers who were screaming and trying to escape, Edward raised his head and looked at the burning house, and his heart seemed to be touched a little - he lied to them, saying stupid things that only in this way can they live, in fact, the result is not very different, how many people will survive after tonight, I'm afraid it will be about half, right?

This is still on the premise of one's own success.

No, I didn't lie to them, I told the truth, and they chose this path by themselves, no matter what the reason...... Edward, who had been convinced, quickly dodged the burning beams that fell overhead, and continued to weave rapidly through the chaotic village.

"Damn, what the hell is going on, are the people guarding the prisoners stupid, why didn't the guards on the watchtower react at all?!" the Dominic warrior, who was already about to be tormented by the sight in front of him, cursed loudly, and his heart bleed at the thought of his brothers being killed one after another, these are his people!

The Kingdom of Dominica is a place where mercenaries are prevalent, and their group of people is naturally no exception, and the number of soldiers often determines the value, commissions and rewards, as well as the eyes of others.

I shouldn't have been on a weird employment contract in the first place!but...... The other party is the great Hanan family, and there is no right to refuse at all, and the mercenary leader has taken this well-paid, but extremely strange contract.

There is nothing to regret, the trader who licks the blood from the knife is destined to die where he deserves to die. The mercenary leader, who was still cursing loudly a moment ago, saw the figure coming out of the sea of fire on the opposite side, wearing a tattered overcoat and holding a long sword full of gaps, and his steady pace made people think that he was a knight.

"Kennis, my name is Kennis!" gasping for breath, the mercenary leader was not afraid, drew his sword and pointed at the people who came by: "Report your name, Turine, otherwise I won't let you walk through here!"

"Edward Witwood. Edward chuckled, spun it around his shoulder, removed the crossbow from his back, and raised it steadily, bringing the sound of the bowstring to the sound of the bowstring.

"Poof——!

The crimson blood spewed out from Kennis's chest like the bones of a flower blooming in May. The grim-faced mercenary leader went limp, and he collapsed into the mud puddle.