As night falls, the garrison camp in Jushi Town is lit with bonfires.
The defensive battle of Boulder Town was successful, but Art suffered the most tragic defeat since he walked out of the valley alone two years ago.
The first squadron of soldiers who stayed at the camp in Jushi Town was almost destroyed. A bloody hole was made in the head of squadron leader Bas with a heavy hammer. Although he was still breathing weakly, his death was almost a foregone conclusion. One of the squadron's two baggage (guard) soldiers was killed and one was injured; two people in the first team were killed and two were seriously injured; three people in the second team were killed and one was seriously injured. Team leader Credo's head was cut off by the bandit soldiers.
The patrol team stationed at the camp in Jushi Town was almost destroyed. Three of the seven patrol soldiers were killed and one was seriously injured. One of them was executed on the spot for disrupting the morale of the troops. The only ones left in the entire patrol who could stand up were Captain Obote and an injured soldier.
More than half of the newly formed crossbow team suffered casualties. Two crossbowmen were killed in the battle, one archer was seriously injured, and team leader Jason fell and injured his right leg.
One person in the baggage team died in the battle. The baggage officer Spencer was hit in the shoulder by a bandit arrow and fainted from the severe pain.
· Odo, the adjutant of the legion, suffered four wounds, and the little finger of his right hand holding the ax was completely cut off.
Hunter Angus, the adjutant of the legion, was hit by three arrows. Fortunately, his armor was better and the arrows did not penetrate deeply into his flesh. His life was safe.
Captain Ron of the Sentinels was hit with a heavy hammer on the shoulder, two thighs were stabbed by short spears, and his chest was slashed twice. However, fortunately, the iron-inlaid leather armor he wore was equipped with iron shoulder pads, so his shoulder bones were not broken; the Sentinels cavalry Red and Felix's entourage were injured; Lusignan, although he had not been fatally injured after long battles, but the small half of his ear that was cut off by a sharp blade would never grow back...
The most painful statistics...
Sitting in the camp, Art did not wipe off the blood on his hands while bandaging the wounds of the injured officers. He looked at Kazak, who was organizing the suppression of the remaining bandits, with blood-red eyes: "Kazak, is the suppression over? Are there any remaining bandits who have slipped through the net?"
Kazak looked at Art, whose eyes were bloodshot, and realized for the first time that his own master's face could be so ferocious. "Sir, it's over, but a dozen bandits escaped, and there was a leader among them." Kazak's voice was so low that he almost couldn't hear it.
Yat suddenly stood up, furious, and shouted: "What did you do, you missed a dozen remnants of bandits? And a bandit leader escaped!"
Kazak stood straight in front of Art, lowering his head and not daring to move.
Matt glared at Kazak for a while, then realized that he was too harsh on this subordinate who was also injured in the reinforcement battle. He calmed down a little, sat down and asked coldly: "Have you finished the prisoner screening and interrogation?"
Kazak also noticed that Art's tone was slightly slower, and he took a breath and replied: "The interrogation and screening of the bandits have been completed. Among the more than fifty captured bandits, there are twelve ruthless bandits, including four big and small leaders."
"Have the bandit leaders been found?"
"I found it, I guess you still know this bastard."
Art raised his head and said in surprise: "I know him?"
Kazak moved and replied: "Do you still remember the desperate chase in the birch forest south of Lane Manor?"
"You read that right, right? Are you sure he is the gangster who has been chasing us all afternoon?"
"Sir, I am sure, I still remember those crazy and cold eyes, it is that bastard."
“TMD, it’s that bastard, come on, take me to see it.” Art wiped the blood on his armor skirt, then picked up the knight’s sword leaning on the wooden bench and followed Kazak out of the camp.
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Outside the camp, dozens of remnants of bandits, their hands and feet tied with hemp ropes, knelt and huddled together in the open space of the camp, surrounded by a circle of black-robed soldiers holding sharp blades and looking murderous.
Matt walked up to a guy who was lying on the ground with his hamstrings tied and his hands tied. He kicked the guy over, took a piece of burning firewood handed over by Kazak and looked close to his head. Even though he was defeated and captured, his eyes were still boiling with evil energy.
The bandit leader on the ground stared at Art with his eyes fixed on him, his nose twitching, and the corners of his bloody mouth raised with terrifying murderous intent.
Att recalled the afternoon when he was chased. The life-threatening evil spirit following Ate and the others had such a ferocious appearance on the ground.
"I didn't expect that we would meet again. Do you still remember me?" Art's tone was cold.
The guy on the ground gouged out Art, his eyes suddenly froze for a moment, and then he had a strong murderous intention, "It's you! I couldn't kill you, a weakling who just wanted to escape, but I didn't expect that I would fall into your hands today. Bastard, give me a sword!"
"You are so arrogant even after you fell into my hands! Why did you lead the bandits to attack my camp? Are you being instigated by others?"
"I didn't lead my brothers to destroy you black-robed dogs today. How can I wait for you to come and destroy me tomorrow? You bastard, you have the ability to compete with me alone!"
All the anger in Art's heart arose, and without saying a word, he took out the dagger from his waist and stabbed the bandit leader Yanren on the ground.
"Ah~ah! Ah~~~~" The bandit leader was so painful that he kept rolling and twitching on the ground.
"Bastard! I will use your head to pay tribute to the spirit of my brother who died in the battle!" After saying this, Art threw down the dagger and held the sword with both hands. He swung it high and struck hard at the bandit's head, cutting off half of his neck with one sword. , and then raised his hand with a sword, and the bandit leader's head rolled to the ground~
"Ah~!" Seeing Art's disagreement, the other captured bandits raised their swords and chopped off the bandit leader's head. They were so frightened that they all retreated and crowded together.
Kazak did not expect that Art would chop off the head of the bandit leader after a few words, but he knew that Art was full of anger and did not dare to say another word...
Kazak caught up with Art who was returning to camp with his sword, and asked: "Sir, what should we do with these prisoners?"
Art stopped for a moment, turned around and glanced at the remnant bandits who were shaking like chaff, and said lightly: "Pry out all useful information from their mouths, you don't need me to teach you this?"
Kazak nodded quickly.
Yate hadn't finished his words yet, "They will all be beheaded early tomorrow morning, and no one will be left alive this time." His tone was as nonchalant as telling him what to eat for dinner.
Kazak gasped...
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In the only wooden house in the Boulder Town camp, Bass, who had suffered a serious head injury, was lying quietly on the thatched grass, his head wrapped in a thick layer of cotton. The blood was no longer flowing, but his complexion had turned from pale to gray.
Odo woke up from his exhaustion and kept staring blankly at Bass lying on the bed.
"Sir, I know Bass can't be saved, but he still has a weak breath. I can't bear to give up on him..." Odo choked and quietly wiped the corners of his eyes with his right hand wrapped in cotton cloth.
At stood up and patted Odo's shoulder to express comfort, and said: "Felix has rushed back to the wooden castle to bring Thomas and the others over. Don't worry, I will try my best."
"Sir, our losses this time are too heavy~"
Matt sighed and said in a deep voice: "It's all my fault. The southern bandit suppression went so smoothly that I mistakenly underestimated the strength of the bandits. This time it was me who harmed everyone."
"Sir, this is not your fault alone. We didn't expect these bastards to dare to attack us."
"Forget it. , Let’s discuss this later. The most important thing now is to treat the wounded and return to the army. Don’t do this anymore. There are still many things for you to do after the war. Let’s go and see the sergeant major and Ron first.”
Matt was about to lead Odo out, and Tuba, who was in charge of the perimeter patrol of the third squadron, walked in hurriedly.
"Tuba, are the bandits ambushing at the entrance of the valley coming?" Art stepped forward and asked.
“No sir, we caught a young bandit trying to attack the camp in the north.” Tubahui reported.
"Do I need you to come back and report the capture of a young bandit? Cut him off!" Odo said harshly. If it weren't for the usual practice of screening and interrogating prisoners, Odo would have already had the remaining bandits in the camp cut off.
Tuba knew that he had not expressed clearly, so he quickly explained: "Sir, Lord Odo, as soon as we captured the little bastard, a group of bandits appeared in the north, shouting that they wanted to ransom the little bastard."< br/>
"Redeeming people? I was just about to go after them, but they came to my door. What nonsense are you talking to them? Sir, I will lead the troops to kill those bastards!" After that, Odo will lead the troops to hunt down and kill the remnants of the bandits who came to the door.
At stopped the angry Odo and asked Tuba: "Why did they redeem that little robber?"
h "It seems that the little bastard is the son of the leader of the bandits outside..."
h "Take your son to be a bandit?" Art's depressed mood was lifted.
At the gate of the village, two soldiers were holding down a half-sized man who was struggling on the ground.
"Let me go, you black-robed dogs! Let me go!" The little bandit on the ground kept hissing and insulting.
The soldier next to him kicked the guy in the stomach. The painful guy grinned and finally stopped yelling.
“Let him go,” Art commanded.
The soldier let go, and the little bandit slowly got up from the ground, and suddenly bumped into Art. Art raised his leg and kicked the overestimated kid to the ground with a fierce kick.
Matt's kick was too strong, and the guy on the ground curled up into a ball, clutching his stomach.
After a while, Art squatted forward, grabbed the little bandit's hair, lifted his head up, and asked: "You dare to be a bandit at a young age?"
The little bandit stared at Art like a little wild wolf caught by a hunter, and then spat a mouthful of bloody sputum on Art.
"You little bastard, you're looking for death!" The two black-robed soldiers kicked and stomped on the guy on the ground.
Hunter waited for the guys on the ground to be beaten to a pulp. Art raised his hand to signal the soldiers to stop.
"Man, tell me, why do you come back now that you've all run away?" Art became somewhat interested in this little bandit.
The guy on the ground was beaten until he was vomiting blood, but he was still very tough, "You black-robed dogs captured our big leader. Those bastards and cowards don't dare to come, but I'm not afraid of you."
After hearing this, Art smiled a few times. This little bandit who looked like thirteen or fourteen years old on the ground really had the loyalty of a knight errant.
"Come, bring his chief and return him to him."
A soldier smiled evilly, walked to the place where he had beheaded the bandit leader, picked up the still bleeding head, ran back, and threw the bloody head to the ground in front of the young bandit.
With a plop, the little bandit on the ground was frightened and shuddered, struggling to stay away from the ferocious-looking head.
"No, I have returned the leader of your family to you, you can speak now." Art said softly.
But the little bandit on the ground was obviously suddenly overly frightened. He stared at the head on the ground with his eyes wide open for a while, then vomited out with a "Wow~" sound...
It turned out that in the evening, the second bandit leader led a dozen old brothers who were still willing to obey his orders and went to the northern part of Jushi Town to rescue their leader. However, everyone began to retreat after seeing the serious situation in Jushi Town that was completely guarded.
The second leader of the bandits was originally an ordinary farmer who was forced to become a bandit. Because he once saved the life of the big leader Gary, was older, and was honest and easy to control, he was promoted to the second leader of the bandits. However, the second leader, who was born in a farmer's family, was indecisive and lacked courage, so after comparing the advantages and disadvantages of the enemy and ourselves, he was unwilling to take risks.
The father of the dog has a son.
The eldest son of the second leader has a completely opposite personality to his father. He usually follows the bandit leader, wielding knives and axes, and is surprisingly courageous. He is surprisingly loved by the bandit leader, and is taken as a confidant by the bandit leader Gary. When he heard that his father was about to lead his brothers to retreat, his stubborn temper broke out, and he broke in alone while his father was not paying attention to shouldering the weapon.
Then, as expected, he was caught and beaten up by the soldiers on patrol...
"Sir, that old guy is still shouting a stone's throw away, begging us to let him redeem this little bastard. Are we going to send someone to chase him?" Tuba walked up to Art's ear and asked.
"Don't worry, come with me to go out and have a look, pay attention to the surrounding area to prevent the bandits from committing fraud." Anyway, there are already enough people buried with him, and as long as the price is right, Art doesn't mind letting such a little guy go.