"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
James was pacing back and forth in the woods alone, cursing constantly.
James' arm, which had just been healed by the military chaplain, was frozen in mid-air, like a telegraph pole that had been broken by a typhoon, hanging feebly on his shoulder, while his idle right hand was vainly venting his anger. James held it with one hand. The two-meter-long lance was filled with fighting energy, and the afterimages of the gun were connected together. Every move was filled with killing intent!
However, those innocent trees in the forest were damaged, falling one after another under the raging vindictiveness, just as fragile as the ears of wheat that were passed by the sickle during the harvest.
He was further shattered into pieces, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Escaping from Nash Canyon did not bring James the sense of joy of escaping from death. The humiliation of being defeated by Rose made him unable to let go for a long time.
After this battle, James directly commanded a total of 70 Nightmare Knights on the top and middle roads. A total of 10 people were killed and 20 people were seriously injured. All the remaining warriors were injured;
As for the thirty Nightmare Knights who got lost and turned back in the bottom lane, their record was the most outstanding:
They forcibly dismantled catapults, cut off supply lines, and even set fire to the granary behind the Rose Base Camp. Finally, after fighting their way out of the army and throwing a round of cavalry muskets at the Champion Knights, they obeyed James's order to retreat. , successfully bypassing the unguarded upper road and joining the large army.
If it weren't for the rescue of these thirty knights, the huge stone of the catapult would probably crush the last drop of blood of the nightmare knights!
However, all of this was made possible by the lives of comrades--
A total of fifteen of the thirty Nightmare Knights were lost, and the remaining fifteen knights, without exception, were all seriously injured and unable to recover in a short period of time.
After all, the catapults were deployed in Qiangwei's rear camp, and stationed there were countless Crusaders, monks, and an entire battalion of pikemen!
The main force was seriously damaged and the strategic location was lost. Now, James had no way to retreat. He had to give up the powerful mobility of the Nightmare Knights and instead defend the last and most important base camp——
Fortress of Juarez!
"If the local snakes in the violent city know that this battle has been defeated, those wallflowers who take advantage of the situation will run away faster than mice! Damn it, Peter, the youngest son of the Macbeth family, is gone too. His old man is The most substantial gold bag!"
The Nightmare Knights who sacrificed themselves in Rose's base camp cut off Rose's supplies and bought James a few days. Reason told James that he should quickly return to the city to set up a defense line, but he was still between Nash Canyon and Fortress Juarez. We found a relatively safe location in the forest to set up camp.
This is not just because James is angry. If he had to describe his current mentality, James at this moment is more like a middle-aged office worker who didn't make any money during the day and could only smoke heavily in the parking lot downstairs in front of his home.
The cold draft in the forest suddenly hit, and at some point, James' figure disappeared, his lance pierced into the wind, and then stopped suddenly.
The smell of blood in the wind attracted the sharp edge of the lance, but in the next second, the sharpness of the lance stopped abruptly.
James never expected that the source of the smell of blood was actually the two generals he sent to assassinate George, Matt and Tychus.
Actually failed?
The three of them stared at each other wordlessly, with the same questions in each other's minds ready to come out, but after noticing each other's injuries, they swallowed the questions abruptly.
There is no doubt that all failed.
Suddenly, the barbarian thought of an important question:
"James, where are our support troops? Where are the light cavalry?"
"died."
When he said this, James' face showed neither sadness nor joy.
"Where is old Tychus' apprentice? Where is Peter Macbeth?"
"Dead, all dead."
"Old Tychus is bringing him back."
"Stop, don't go, this is an order!"
"Old Tychus is bringing him back."
"Barbarian mercenary, don't you understand Continental?! Peter Macbeth is dead! He died in front of me. He was crushed into a pulp by the huge stone of the trebuchet. Not even a complete bone could be found. What are you going to bring back, what can you bring back?!”
Tychus' persistence made James, who was already suppressing his anger, fly into a rage.
"Peter is the apprentice of Old Tychus, and Old Tychus is Peter's master. There is one of the most important customs in our barbarian tribe, once a teacher, always a father. Now that Old Tychus has accepted Peter as his apprentice , then I have to give my apprentice a final journey, so that he can rest in peace, instead of being exposed in the wilderness and having his body eaten by wild wolves and dogs."
Ignoring James' anger, the barbarian Tychus spoke calmly and decisively. After saying this, he turned around and walked away, striding toward the direction of Nash Canyon.
"Tychus, wait, there are Rose's troops on the other side of the canyon! Damn it, Tychus!"
James never thought that this barbarian could be so stubborn. He ducked in front of the barbarian and pointed the tip of his lance straight between his eyebrows, full of killing intent.
"Stop your steps, barbarian mercenary! Qiangwei's troops will catch up soon. If you take one more step towards Nash Canyon, I will have no choice but to charge you with collaborating with the enemy!"
Clang!
Faced with James's blocking lance, the barbarian's response was only a giant ax strike of gold and iron.
This time, James' suppressed anger was completely ignited!
"You are seeking death yourself, but don't blame me for being cruel!"
"Everyone has their own choice, and Old Tykes will never regret it."
"Yes, everyone has their own choice, so let's see the real chapter in your hands!"
The fierce fighting spirit and the steel-like body continued to intersect, and the trees in the forest were once again damaged. However, Tychus, who was immersed in the emotions of sadness and determination, failed to notice that behind him, a somewhat hesitant crossbow was locked on his back.
At the moment when the trigger was pulled, a trace of bitterness and guilt clearly flashed through Matt's eyes.
"What a shame!"
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