Scar stopped abruptly, and the whole team stopped because of the pulling effect of the chain. The old man looked at the anger in the other party's eyes and let out a meaningless hehehe.

"Don't stop, let's go!" came a shout in the distance.

The old man patted Scar's shoulder gently. The team continued to move forward.

"We didn't betray, we were betrayed...... After a while, the old man heard Scar whisper.

"So you gave our little king a sword?"

"I'm just ......"

"It's the state that makes you do dangerous and secret things, right? After you have completed your mission with heavy sacrifices, you suddenly come to death and refuse to admit it...... This kind of thing is common. But if you attack the king in a fit of rage, you will never be able to clear the charge of treachery...... But it's a bit of a vent, and even if you don't do it, you probably won't have a chance to overturn the case. ”

Scar was silent, and the old man continued to speak to himself.

"However, many things in the world are so dirty. Powerful people often betray others in exchange for favors through behind-the-scenes deals. You're stupid when you promise that kind ......of mission! People as young as you who are carried away by a sense of honor are also easily deceived. So you're here at the last end? You ought to thank those who planned to organize the criminal soldiers, otherwise you would have been beheaded for public display. ”

"What about you?" Perhaps it was the teasing hint in the old man's tone that angered Scar, who suddenly retorted. "How did you get here?"

"I—I've always been in front of my holy knights...... Until one day, I saw something that humans shouldn't see...... So I came here. ”

"Could it be that you didn't kneel down and bow down when you saw the gods of the Star Field?"

"If only it were like that......" the old man sighed and raised his eyes to the sky. "I saw more than just God......

"There's a limit to nonsense, okay. Scar shrugged off.

"Nonsense......" the old man let out a self-pitying sneer. "I wish it was all my. Is there still water in the hydration bag?" he changed the subject.

"One more point. Scar replied, shaking the water bladder. Every criminal has such a small bag on him. But this water bag is so small that the water in it is only enough for one person to consume in a day. Every day at dusk camp, every bag is sure to be empty.

"Give me a sip. ”

Scar handed the water bag to the old man, who took a sip and threw it back.

"Boy, if there's anything you want to say in your heart, say it all. I'll be honest with you, we're going to die this time. Why do you want to recruit death row prisoners like us to serve as criminal soldiers? That's because they want us to die! They need to assess the combat power of the vampires in Callean!"

"You seem to be familiar with vampires? Are they really powerful? I've heard that vampires are not that strong, for example, they can't get sunlight, they can't cross flowing water, they can't ......."

"You can't smell garlic, you can't make a shadow in the mirror, and you have to lie in a coffin to sleep......," the old man said, his voice full of sarcasm. "I've heard of that, too! But, I must say, it's all. Remember what I said last night?"

"Are you telling us not to approach vampires?"

"That's right, there's just one thing you need to remember - very few warriors survive the face of a vampire. ”

At lunchtime, the army did not set up camp, but simply took a short break in the desert and hurriedly ate a little dry cake with water in the water bag.

"Head, let's talk about vampires. "Under the simple sunshade tent, the sin squad gathered together, enjoying the rare shade in the scorching heat.

"There aren't many vampires in Callean, so theoretically, we shouldn't run into ......," the old man pondered. "By the way, one thing I want to tell you is that those skeleton zombies who have been resurrected with black magic have a characteristic, that is, they don't know how to retreat. ”

"Even the bravest warriors will choose to take a few steps back when faced with multiple enemies on the battlefield. But those undead monsters don't back down, because they're really just puppets manipulated by the dark arts. But that's half good and half bad. The downside is that they can't be expected to be defeated, and even if they fight to the last one, they won't waver. The good thing is that as long as we work together properly, those monsters are actually not difficult to deal with. ”

The same is a nap, away from the position of the sinners, and the enjoyment of the other group is very different.

The sinners had only a simple, two-stick awning, while the officers generally had huge umbrella covers. With the help of these things, it doesn't feel too bad even in the desert sun.

"General, our mage has sensed the presence of dark magic energy, but he can't determine its proximity. ”

The fat man, known as the General, sat in a portable chair, and he was now fully dressed in military uniform, wearing an extra-large armor large enough to fit two ordinary soldiers. After a morning's march, Rao had the help of an umbrella, and he was now sweating profusely and panting.

"The vampires must have discovered us. There will be war today. ”

But this point, in fact, has long been expected. Because the army's actions were all carried out with great fanfare, and there was no intention of hiding their whereabouts at all. No matter how stupid the vampires of Callean were, they wouldn't think that this army of tens of thousands of people crossed the desert for vacation.

"The Rangers ahead haven't brought any news yet. We still don't know anything about the enemy's strength, composition, etc. But the enemy must have been informed of the general situation on our side. In this case, the battle is quite disadvantageous. ”

"It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal! Just with those zombie skeletons and the like, it's naturally okay to scare and scare those militiamen, but how can it be a threat to a well-prepared and well-equipped army like ours. I've heard that the vampires of Callean don't even know what gunpowder is!, no matter how powerful their dark magic is, they are just a bunch of targets in front of our army's muskets and cannons!" replied the fat man proudly.

"Kalean didn't have a cannon, he didn't have muskets, he didn't even have many archers...... All they really rely on is dark magic, but even so, General, we can't afford to be so underestimated. ”

This sentence obviously brushed the fat man's intentions, and the fat man snorted angrily and glanced at the general who spoke, but did not answer.

Seeing that the chief's face was gloomy, another person spoke.

"Why do you say such things, we are not underestimated. The General has already devised a strategy to do so, and our mages and rangers are keeping an eye on the movements of the undead legions, and as soon as they appear, we will be able to detect them immediately. Isn't it clear to us at a glance the composition of the enemy's army? Where does the disadvantage come from? When the time comes, whether the battle or retreat will be known, the general will naturally know, and our generation only needs to obey orders. ”

"That's it......" made the fat man feel a lot more comfortable. Coupled with a glass of cold drink, most of the sweat on my body has subsided. He stood up, just about to give the order for the army to march, but a yellow cloud of smoke in the distance caught his eye.

It was a cavalryman, and at a glance it was the Scout Ranger on the outskirts of the army. The rider pushed the horse with all his might, and came straight this way. Rushed directly in the midst of the sinners, without slowing down at all.

Clouds of yellow sand brought up by the horses' hooves flew over, and the offended soldiers were all over their heads.

"The enemy is coming!" the old man shook his hair vigorously and said something that everyone was mentally prepared for, but did not want to hear.

"All in array, all in array!" the officers in charge of the sinners shouted in all directions, trying to rally the scattered sinners together.

I don't know when the sky has become overcast. Clouds—something that is a desert spectacle—filled half the sky. The sun that had tormented people had been hiding behind the clouds, but this situation was not at all happy, because the supernatural signs were so obvious. That's definitely magical.

The sinners lined up in a horizontal formation on the front line. Scar and the old man are next to each other, in the second row. Looking back, the rest of the army was already in place. The gunners seized a relatively solid high ground, a whole row of cannons, and the muzzles of the black holes pointed forward.

First, the wind brought a strange smell, the stench of rotten flesh.

Scar unconsciously clenched the spear in his hand, and the oppressive atmosphere before the war had affected the entire army at the moment. No one spoke anymore.

"Boy, save some effort, it's still early to go to war. The old man was more relaxed, and he seemed calm with his spear.

Billowing sand and dust appear on the horizon. That's a sign that only the Great Army is advancing.

The officers rode through the ranks of the sinners, each holding water bags in their hands, and sprinkled the water on the heads and bodies of the sinners.

"You criminals are all people who deserve to die for crimes! But now the state has given you people the last chance, a precious opportunity, so that you can die honorably on the battlefield instead of dying humiliating on the guillotine! Let your relatives not be disgraced, and your family will not be embarrassed!"

A lump of water was sprinkled on Scar's head, and the insulting gesture made him clench his spear again. But the old man pressed a hand to his hand in time, preventing any reckless action he might make.

"What are you stopping me for?" Scar asked suddenly, after the officer left.

"Young man, you will understand later. Temporary retreat is not due to weakness. You need to see things for what they are, not what they see. For example, even if this guy dies now, do you think we're going to get better?"