The wet and cold soil was covered with footprints, and the leftovers after the meal were poured carelessly on the ground.
The work of repairing the fence was not yet completed. The hard-working farmers stopped, sat on wooden chairs, picked up dirty linen cloth and wiped the sweat from their faces and necks.
"They should pay us." Leonor DeNicola, 61, said this to his neighbors who worked together as he did in previous years.
"Oh come on, you say that every year, but what changes?" Another farmer, who was a few years younger than him and also dirty, felt very unhappy about this. He grabbed the dirty The linen cloth fell to the ground. The work of replacing the fence was very painful for elderly people like them, but then the farmer regretted his impulse just now. He pressed his hand with one hand. waist, slowly and carefully squatted down to pick up the linen scarf that was stained with a lot of mud.
"Hurry up and finish the work. If you finish it earlier, you can rest earlier." There were still many places on the long fence that had not been checked. A loud noise came from the other side, and the two farmers turned their heads.
"These mercenary brats." Leonor spat on the ground. Although the mercenaries were nominally here to protect them, in most of the peaceful daily life where they were not actually required to fight, a group of hormones The surplus young people have nowhere else to go, which naturally causes a lot of trouble to the locals.
"As long as they stay away from my granddaughter, I can tell you anything!" Wherever there is demand, there will be supply. Behind the wooden house near the border, a few lower-level mercenaries hugged each other and it was obvious that it did not belong to a good family woman. Several women walked towards the house laughing happily.
"Really, if I were 20 years younger, old man, I could beat those weaklings to the ground myself, and I would have to ask them to protect me -" Leonor shouted loudly as if he wanted the mercenaries to hear him deliberately. said, while the old neighbor next to him rolled his eyes, then shook his head in disbelief.
"哓——锵——"
"What--!"
"……No!!"
The two farmers had just picked up their tools again and were about to continue repairing the fence when they heard some noises coming from the direction of the previous mercenaries, and then it immediately fell silent again.
"What happened?" The old farmer looked to that side in confusion. His old, dim eyes could not clearly see all the details at such a long distance, so he subconsciously squinted slightly.
"There seems to be someone crawling on the ground..." His neighbor, who was slightly younger than him, stretched his neck and looked to that side like him.
"Qiang——" A burst of metallic reflection caught their eyes, and then a knight wearing a red and gold mountain lion heraldry robe and plate armor ran out from one side and stabbed him with a sword. The back of the man lingering on the ground.
"Holy Spirit and Saint!" The sight of a living person being stabbed to death with a sword in front of them shocked the two old men. They dropped the mallets in their hands to the ground, turned around and ran away immediately. , and at this time, more noise came from behind, and a large number of soldiers with Avenela decorations poured into the fields of Inznir from all directions.
"Long live Avenella!" They shouted such words in common language, then rushed towards the wooden house next to them and kicked open the door.
"Ahhhhhh!" Women screamed one after another, and many people ran out of their homes and ran towards the fields that had been harvested.
The Sheriff who was wearing a rapier was also in this group. He looked panicked. He was just a small local official, let alone fighting against knights of the regular army. He had not even had any experience on the battlefield.
"Sir! Sir!" Fortunately, Inznir also has a real garrison. The last attack on Avenella kept King Philip II on guard, so after that, Inznil also increased the garrison - —The Sheriff met one of them. Walking out from the corner of the street was Count Gabriel, who had participated in many knightly tournaments. He was tall and powerful in his graceful manner.
"Oh, isn't this Mr. Abraham? What happened?" The Earl seemed to have just finished eating in the restaurant. He was followed by a team of fully armed Sivalier sergeants and knights.
"A-Avenella people attack Guwu——!" The spear that easily penetrated his leather armor, which was more decorative than defensive, pierced Abraham's chest, and Gabriel's eyes widened. The earl pushed away the dying Sheriff in the next moment and drew out the long sword from his waist.
"Formation! Formation!" He shouted loudly, and the soldiers behind him immediately drew their weapons and covered their face shields, but enemies were coming from all directions, and they were far more numerous than his small team.
"Damn it!" the Count cursed loudly. For the sake of convenience, he did not wear armor when he came to dine at his favorite restaurant today, because everything has been peaceful recently. Avenella was attacked a few days ago, and he knew that it was not The Earl of Sivalier was still glad that at least for a short time he could enjoy peace.
But what is going on now...
Where did Avenera, who should be busy rebuilding the fortress, get the troops to attack Inznir?
The earl held a sword in one hand and stayed in the guard circle of his men. The enemies were all wearing armor like his men. Although he was confused as to why these people did not wear the insignia of the nobility, the bright mountain lion emblem was already clear. clearly stated the identity.
"Damn wild boar." Gabriel spat. These Avenella people were silent and cold-blooded. The group of men, women, and children who had escaped before were stabbed to death by their swords and lay on the ground. Now they only The remaining armed professional warriors were heavily surrounded.
"Go!" He was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. Even if this kind of movement would definitely attract other defenders, his life would probably be in danger by the time they came. The Earl decisively chose to risk his life to win.
"Kill!" Both sides were soldiers covered in plate armor. The Sivalier soldiers who did not carry armor-piercing weapons could only desperately close the distance and try to thrust the long swords in their hands into the observation port of the opponent's helmet.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of long swords and short swords hitting plate armor was heard one after another. The earl used his free hand to hold about one-third of the tip of his long sword. This was called a half-sword fighting. The technique is often used in fights between knights covered in plate armor. The left hand holding the blade can help stabilize the entire long sword, and then the right hand behind the sword can accurately penetrate the opponent's observation port. It can kill people.
"Wha--" The opponent's attack was accurate and cruel, but the count's rich experience and unarmored flexibility allowed him to dodge the blow, and then successfully counterattacked and pierced the helmet's observation port with his sword.
"Ughhhh!" Blood flowed out. Gabriel gripped the sword tightly and twisted it hard, then pushed the opponent to the ground. The weight of his whole body pressed forward, causing the sword to penetrate the skull and go straight into the brain.
"Crack--!" The hand wearing plate armor fell to the ground weakly, making a crisp metallic sound. The long sword with one hand got stuck in the opponent's helmet. Two more people attacked Gabriel. The earl bent down and picked up the one-and-a-half-handed sword that the opponent had dropped from the ground. This kind of long sword that could be held with both hands could bring out all his power.
"Crack!" Sparks flew everywhere, and there was a gap in the long sword immediately. However, Gabriel, who successfully blocked the opponent's attack, took another step behind him, and his scattered men Due to their numerical disadvantage, they were quickly captured by the opponent in pairs, lifted up their visors and slit their throats. In the midst of being surrounded, it was because the earl, who was not wearing armor and was more flexible, survived to the end.
"Damn wild boar!" He cursed loudly. The situation was already extremely urgent before the reinforcements arrived. The earl's movement of turning back in anticipation of reinforcements gave him a chance to attack from the opposite side. He raised his long sword to resist the blow. "Creak!" The metal twisted and deformed with an unpleasant sound, and then it never recovered.
"Garbage boar product!" The poor quality of the long sword made Gabriel completely lose his weapon. He quickly ran behind him, and the knights of Avenella surrounding him raised their swords and stabbed at him. The count protected his head with both hands, letting blood flow from his arm as he was cut open, and rushed over with minor injuries.
The other party turned around and chased him. There was a noise at the corner ahead. Gabriel rushed out. A group of mercenaries who were more numerous than the other party were being slaughtered without any resistance. He headed towards He rushed towards them, then dived to pick up a long sword on the ground, then jumped forward, rolled and stood up again.
The pursuing Avenella soldiers and mercenaries collided with each other. Gabriel seized this opportunity and turned around and ran through the alley to the side of an old barn.
It seemed that he had gotten rid of his pursuers. The Earl looked around a few times. There were some dead bodies of civilians and mercenaries nearby. It seemed that the other party had massacred this area.
"Tick...tick." Blood flowed from his severely injured hands. The pain made the count almost unable to hold the sword in his hand, but he gritted his teeth. His clean face was covered with mud, and his luxurious clothes were all stained with blood. and dirty, screams came one after another behind him, but luckily Gabriel finally heard the expected voice.
"Go forward! Go forward!" The command shouted in Sivalier language came from the other side along with the sound of dense footsteps. The count showed a look of relief on his face, and then took a step forward to hide. place - and at this moment.
"Clang-ding-wuwu."
The long sword used to block flew out with the wrist of his right hand. Gabriel stood there dumbly. The knight of Avenella standing on the other side was holding the long sword and the tip of it was moving. Drops of blood.
That's his blood.
"Hiss—grab—" The opponent's sword-wielding skills were extremely superb, and he stabbed again, going straight into Gabriel's throat.
The tingling sensation filled all his senses in an instant, and the cold light on the cold sword blade and the smell of blood filled his nose, mouth, and eyes.
"Uh..." Gabriel slowly slid to the ground with his back against the wall of the wooden barn, while the Knight of Avenella pulled out his long sword, not caring that it was the royal family's coat of arms. He wiped the blood on his head with his robe, then returned the sword to its sheath, and then raised his visor on the spot.
"Uh-huh..." His throat was severely injured. The dying count was no longer ignored by these people. The "Avenella soldiers" in front of him all raised their visors. The person who attacked him seemed to be Their leader, he nodded to the others. Gabriel could vaguely see that this man had black hair and gray-blue eyes.
"The mission is over. Head to the scheduled evacuation point." The black-haired and blue-eyed soldier said in these words. He spoke in a language that the count could understand, but he could no longer even breathe. He could only accept it all quietly.
The noise of multiple movements and orders in Sivalier sounded one after another on the other side, and before being enveloped in darkness forever, the count heard the man next to the soldier reply in Lamani.
"Yes, His Highness Sekesiyutu."
Footsteps receded in one direction and resounded in another direction. The Sivalier soldiers who rushed to the border after hastily assembled rushed to nothing unexpectedly.
Rivers of blood flowed on the ground, and the corpses of men, women, old and young mercenaries and civilians lay all over the open space. Among them, the most conspicuous was Count Gabriel, who was still dying.
"These damn...Avenella boars!!" The grief-stricken knights of Sivalier raised their feet and stepped on the corpses of the enemies lying on the ground. The soil stained the clothes on their robes. The mountain lion mark was displayed, and the mysterious enemy army that had already evacuated into the forest was unable to be found by the search troops sent after establishing a defense line.
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R: Bloodyhell, I originally planned to go on a wilderness survival trip next week, but I stopped updating for a week, but the bastard Qidian recommended it to me again, ahhhh, rush hell orz
