If you've experienced a real battle, you'll be aware.

Human life is really a very cheap thing.

Bright red blood flowed on the forest surface in late autumn, and the soil absorbed them, gradually oxidizing in the air and turning into a dull reddish-black.

Skin color, hair color, eye color.

Age, gender, height.

Death is equal to everyone, whether you are someone's wife or husband, father or daughter, lover or friend, no matter where you are of noble origin, what accent you speak, whether you are loved or unloved.

Death is death.

To put it simply, these people, who all have their own stories, have not had time to tell it to more people, so they unwillingly fell to the ground with their eyes wide open.

No matter how special they were to anyone in their lifetime, when they were hit by the vital point and fell to the ground as cold corpses, they were just dead corpses.

The mercenaries are surrounded-

The Roans, who had extensive experience in both besieging and besieged cities, had chosen the tactic of deploying a part of their forces to lure the mercenaries close on the outer walls and outflanking them from both sides - they had intended to do this from the beginning, the Black Mountain fortress had been abandoned by the Roans, and it was likely that there was no one else inside except for the archers and crossbowmen just now.

The nature of a fighting nation, these guys refuse to defend and choose to take the initiative to attack when they are inferior to the attacker. Blood splattered everywhere, and the tall and mighty Roan warrior easily tore apart the mercenary's left and right flanks, and the white hair looked extremely conspicuous when it was stained with the blood of the victim.

The glory of the warrior's country is gone, and it has become a bandit and is bullied and spurned.

But the instinct and fanaticism for battle buried in the blood of these proud Roans are no different from those of their heyday hundreds of years ago. The mercenaries had seen this with their own lives - they had spit on and humiliated the Roans who were servants in the towns, and they had heard the news that a mercenary group somewhere had exterminated the Roan bandits, and they drank and laughed at these people as if they were nothing more than weaklings that could be easily defeated.

But when they really took up arms and stepped into the battlefield and they stood in the position of an undying enemy.

All of them remembered in a split second.

Remembering these proud white-haired warriors, twenty years ago, with only 100,000 troops, they had fully competed with the million-strong army of the Ottolo Empire for two years.

But the battle was not one-sided, the numerical superiority finally made the mercenaries react, and after losing more than 200 people, the remaining 600 mercenaries still had an overwhelming numerical advantage over the Luoan bandits who had also been damaged.

The Luo'an people, who were already inferior in numbers, divided their troops and placed more than 100 of them on the city wall to attract mercenaries, which directly led to the fact that the Luo'ans who could run outside to attack the mercenaries were only in their early 200s, and once they were damaged, there were only double-digit Luoan bandits left on the two wings.

What made it all and even worse was that the surviving mercenary archers began to fight back. The two-handed swordsmen and Dan Lasso battle axes who were already in the rear were mostly northerners or descendants of northerners left behind in West Valiya, and they were almost the same as the Luoan people in terms of combat effectiveness, and after joining the battle, the Luoan bandits began to retreat after being caught off guard.

"Catch that guy! he's their leader Kutuzov!" shouted someone from behind him, pointing at a short-haired Loan led by him, and everyone rushed towards him with a shout.

The Luoan bandits, who were called by their names, looked around in a panic, and then led the team and began to run towards the rear.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized again, Jeremy and dozens of sergeants walked back again, and the mercenaries struggled for a long time to finally smash the wooden door, and the wooden wall on the first layer of the perimeter was no longer defended. There were a few dying Luoans lying on the ground, covering their wounds and groaning, and the mercenaries who rushed in killed them with a single sword.

A monstrous shout came from one side, and our sage and white-haired loli, who had quietly walked around to the other side before, walked up unhurriedly from somewhere behind them.

The battle attracted the attention of those in front, so that the two were able to go around the back unnoticed.

Montenegro is a large area, and the area occupied by the Luoans is only a small part of the easy to move around, and the wooden walls are of course only the easiest roads to reach Montenegro, in fact, more places are only covered by thorns and dense trees.

Just now, these Luo'an ambush troops should have taken advantage of the battle in front of them to sneak around the dark passage behind them. After a few searches, a well-disguised entrance came into Henry's eyes.

The shouts of killing on the other side gradually became quieter, and it was clear that the Luo'ans had begun to rout and flee. Henry brushed aside the thorns that covered it, and Mira was about to step inside, when he grabbed her.

"There are traps. The sage was concise, and then directly took out his big sword and slashed it on the ground.

"Smack, smack!" sparks flew as the massive bear caught his Kramer in a trap, but it didn't do any damage to the blade.

"Qiang—" Henry drew his broadsword, but that wasn't the end of it, he picked up another trap and threw it upwards.

"Bang-boom" seemed to hit some mechanism, and in a moment a huge falling log full of spikes fell from the sky, but before it could reach the two of them, the sage cut the fixed hemp rope with a sword, causing it to fall to the ground.

"You can go. Mira looked at the bloodstained traps on the ground with trepidation, explaining why the mercenaries and even the nobles did not know about this secret passage in the Black Mountain.

There were several trees with belts tied to them, and one of them had a small iron pot and a soft-skinned kettle, and it seemed that there would be a sentry post here on weekdays.

The road up the hill was rough and laborious, and Mira walked in silence.

She was too clever to guess why Henry would take her here.

Somewhat to avoid direct combat with the Loan bandits - the sage himself would not be afraid of combat power, but for a variety of reasons, Mira might not even be able to swing a sword to kill someone, let alone kill her own people.

And if she can't, she'll die.

The girl bowed her head in silence and did not speak all the way.

The shouting was further weakened, and at the end of the road was the interior of the second wooden wall, and the two had just run in when they noticed that several mercenaries had also rushed in.

"Hey, how can someone be faster than us!" the young mercenary shouted, and his companion shook his head, and the others ignored them and charged inward. The battle on the periphery seemed to continue, and the doors of the second and third wooden walls opened straight open for some reason, and several mercenaries rushed in, and then in the next second there were screams.

"There's still someone—" another mercenary shouted on the other side, and before he could finish speaking, Henry and Mira saw something flash in front of them, and then the mercenary was silent.

"Follow me. The sage shook the big sword in his hand and said this, Mira nodded her little head seriously, and then swallowed with the sword in both hands.

"Kill!!" rushed in from the direction of the wooden wall, a group of mercenaries with shields rushed in again, they raised their shields to the height of their noses, leaving only the part above the eyes to see, but even then it was still very dangerous, and as soon as they rushed over, two of them were shot in the forehead by arrows, or fell to the ground in their eyes.

"Charge!!" Henry and Mira joined the charge from one side, and the innermost Roans of the Black Mountain fortress fired a small number of arrows at them, and the mercenaries used their shields to cover their bodies as sharp points and ran wildly, and then flicked off their shields and slashed down with their swords as they got closer.

"Goo-huh!" the Roan crossbowman, whose shoulder had been slashed by a sword, collapsed as soon as his body went limp, and the mercenary kicked him in the stomach and pulled out his weapon. Dozens of people rushed in behind them and began to scatter in all directions.

The remaining Loans ran out of the many wooden houses in the innermost part of the fortress with their melee weapons, and the scattered mercenaries began to fight on their own. Henry paid a second note, and he did not see any children or women among the Roans - suggesting that it was clearly a purely male-dominated bandit group.

The sound of gold and iron echoed in the clearings and cabins, and it seemed that the Luoans had fought back again, and the roaring and scolding became louder again.

The contrasting combination of Henry and Mira was easy to look down on, and it was obvious that five Loans who had fought on the first wooden wall had rushed towards them, one of whom had an arrow on his shoulder, but these hard-nosed warriors simply endured the pain in silence and continued to fight.

Before they could get closer, an arrow scurried past Henry and hit the wounded Loan bandit, the sage turned around, and Jeanne, who had picked up an arrow from the quiver on his back, leaned against Ann and nodded at him, Henry responded with the same movement, and then sank down with a lunge, this time raising his sword high and slashing it down in mid-air.

"Click-" The Roan warrior who tried to block it with the tomahawk in his hand was smashed by the sword after the axe handle was sliced open, and the Roan bandit, whose broken neck was limp and collapsed, fell to the ground, and the two immediately distanced themselves behind him, but Henry did not intend to spare them.

The Loan bandits, who were archers and crossbowmen, carried small one-handed weapons for self-defense, which were still useful even in their combat prowess, but the results were obvious when faced with Henry's Kramer, who was overwhelmingly superior in weight and size.

"Who is this guy—" Many of the mercenaries behind him stopped to look at him, and after killing the Luoans, more bandits ran out of the house, many of them still wearing bandages, indicating that they had just been in the house to treat their wounds.

Henry's battle was not dragged in the slightest, and the brutal and concise sword skills combined with the amazingly sized broadsword made this battle his personal show.

It wasn't just the mercenaries who froze, but Mira, whose hood had fallen off at some point during the run, was still not strong enough, so she could only stand in place and shiver.

"Please, please help us!" a voice rang out, and Mira turned her head. A short-haired, dirty Roan bandit knelt on the ground and held out his hand to her in the corner.

"You're also from Luoan, I don't want to be like this, please, help me escape!" The Luoan, who was about fifty years old, looked at the nearby mercenaries with frightened eyes, and Mira took a look, and no one else noticed this except her.

She tightened the sword in her hand, and the sincere longing and fear in the other party's eyes made the girl hesitate.

The words that Henry had spoken echoed in her heart—Is she in a position to help this man now—the answer is no, but he—

The girl didn't let her guard down completely, she wasn't the kind of person who was naïve enough to easily believe the other party's one-sided words, but the tenderness buried deep in her heart and the sympathy that couldn't help but emerge when she saw someone in the same situation made her hesitate for a moment to think.

-- And the other party seized the opportunity.

Before she could raise her sword, the short-haired Roan bandit leapt from the ground and rushed straight at Mira.

The next moment she just felt the world spinning, and then something grabbed her neck, followed by a cold touch.

"Hey, that dark-haired one!" the Roan bandit shouted in her ear, and Henry, who had been called in front of him, turned around. Mira froze, and then a tingling pain came from the skin of her neck.

"Don't act rashly, or she'll die. The crimson blood began to drip down, and the girl's blue pupils widened blankly, looking in the direction of the sage but stealing him, not knowing where to look.

The Loan bandit was clearly a mid-level master, and he held Mira hostage and put a sharp dagger directly on her neck, and the girl's throat would be slit as soon as she moved.

The act of gently cutting the skin at the moment was threatening Henry, and then the robbers began to make their own terms when they saw that they had attracted his attention.

"Kill everyone else and help me get out of here. I know you can do it. He said viciously in lingua franca: "Kill them and cut off your hand, and if you can't do one thing, she'll die, you know." ”

The cold air, the cold touch, and the cold words all made the girl's eyes lose their look.

Henry slowly approached.

"What are you doing! go kill them all!" roared the Roan bandits, and the twenty-odd surviving mercenaries who had already cleared out the rest of the party looked back to this side.

Henry was still slowly approaching.

"Do you really dare not do it!" the hysterical Roan bandit roared, and then the right hand holding the knife tried to slit Mira's throat with a single force.

"Poof—"

Blood splattered.

Hot blood splattered from the broken veins, splattering all over his face and Mira's right side of the gray hair.

"Huh?" the Luoan bandit froze.

He couldn't feel the sensation of slicing through the other man's neck, in fact, his entire right hand couldn't be felt.

"......" Henry approached with his eyes half-closed, no one could see if he had just swung a sword, but the tip of the great sword he held in his right hand was slowly dripping with blood that was still warm.

"You're-bang!"

"Click-" Mira fell to her knees, and the other black-haired arm that had been holding her fell to the ground.

"No!no!damn it!damn it, no!no!" The Roan bandit, with his arms severed, fell face up to the ground, his legs struggling to the ground trying to get away from Henry, and begging for mercy as he began.

"No, sir, stop! stop! this hero! stop!"

"My name is Nikolai Kutuzov, and I am one of the two leaders here, and I can give you property, and I can give you, Qiang, Ahhh Henry's sword slashed the knee of his right leg, causing Nikolai to roll on the ground, and the sage raised his greatsword again in front of him, the tip of the sword swaying from side to side, as if his tumbling made it difficult for him to aim.

"You damn brute!!My brother will avenge me!!ahh

"Poof—"

"Ahh

"Knock knock—"

The short white haired and angry round head rolled and rolled on the ground, Henry took a step back, and the more than twenty mercenaries behind him all subconsciously stepped back.

He ignored them, tore off the corner of his cloak and wiped his sword, and then took out a clean cotton cloth from his belt bag and pressed it against Mira's wound.

Then he picked up the girl who was still stunned and walked away.