Chapter 736: Protecting the Prisoner
"—So much nonsense!" The big-nosed Baron put away the crossbow in his hand and took a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground. Waving to his men,
these professional killers raised their swords again and charged towards each other, not paying any attention to this team of about a hundred people.
Seeing that the leading baron was killed, the palace prime minister cowered aside, and the palace soldiers who lost their backbone continued to fall during the retreat.
Although these palace soldiers had acceptable fighting ability, facing this group of professional killers, they were quickly knocked to the ground like chopping melons and vegetables, leaving them with no ability to fight back.
referring to the enemy soldiers lying on the ground and crawling forward as a black-robed soldier dragged his long sword and drew a long trace on the ground, feeling an inexplicable excitement in his heart.
"Man, it's not my fault. If it's your fault, it's because you're with the wrong person~" After saying that, the black-robed soldier raised his sword with both hands and thrust it into the neck of the enemy soldier below him. The opponent's legs weakened and he fell to the ground.
"Hurry, hurry up and rescue the count!" Not far away, the big-nosed Baron had just chopped off the head of a peasant soldier with his sword, and kicked a court soldier who was rushing over. Then he took three steps and two steps, picked up the other person's neck, and said softly: "God asked me to say hello to you!"
As the cold sword blade wiped his neck, a stream of bright red blood spurted out—
Not far away, the palace prime minister lying under the prison car witnessed this scene with his own eyes. Having lived in the palace for a long time, he had never seen such a formation before. With his stomach churning, the already somewhat elderly palace official couldn't help but vomit...
"O God, save your loyal servant~" The Prime Minister of the Lombardy Palace bent his waist and crawled towards the back of the prison car on his hands and knees. "Why, the Prime Minister is leaving in a hurry now?"
When the Prime Minister of the Palace staggered up from the ground, the familiar voice behind him sent shivers down his spine.
At this time, the disheveled Walder Burley in the prison car suddenly seemed to be a different person. He was no longer as lifeless as the previous few days. Instead, there was a smile on his face, and his eyes were staring directly at the frightened palace prime minister.
“You?” The Prime Minister of the Palace looked at Walder Burley, and then at the black-robed soldiers who were charging towards the prison car. "They~"
Wadbury smiled slightly, "Yes, they came for me!"
"Ah!" The Prime Minister of the Lombardy Palace was shocked when he heard this. He never imagined that this guy who had already lost his power would still have such a hand.
Suddenly, the palace prime minister felt that he was humiliated by the prisoner in front of him. He looked around, then bent down and picked up the dagger on the left, roared, and stabbed Walder Burley.
The moment the dagger passed between the two bars of the prison car, Wadbury supported his body with both hands and pressed the dagger firmly against the bars with a flying kick.
Seeing the Prime Minister holding the hilt of the sword and pulling it back desperately, Walder Burley sneered: "Master Prime Minister, you want to kill me? Have you forgotten how my Burley family started?" After saying that, Walder Burley kicked the dagger away~
The moment the dagger was released, the Prime Minister lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene before him, Walder Burley couldn't help laughing loudly.
The Prime Minister stood up slowly, rubbed his aching arm, and immediately became angry, picked up the dagger again and rushed forward.
However, several black-robed soldiers had already appeared on the other side of the vehicle. At this time, more than one-third of the more than 100 people escorting the prisoners had been killed or wounded, and less than half of the remaining troops could fight. Seeing that the situation was over, the Prime Minister of the Palace hurriedly said loudly to the defeated soldiers: "Everyone, listen to me. If you kill one enemy, you will get a reward of 50 coins, a knighthood promotion of one level, and a fief of 500 acres!"
This sentence was like a shot in the arm for the soldiers who were constantly defeated and fleeing, and instantly dispelled their fear of this group of murderous black-robed soldiers. Seeing this, everyone picked up the swords and shields on the ground and quickly moved towards the palace prime minister under the leadership of several knights.
This move by the opponent quickly aroused the alertness of the black-robed soldiers, causing them to slow down their attack.
At this time, the big-nosed Baron and his men who had already reached the edge of the prison car were repelled by a dozen soldiers. The battle that was supposed to end soon took a turn for the worse.
Seeing that the situation had reversed, the palace prime minister immediately ordered all the soldiers to gather more than a dozen carriages together to form a defense to prevent the black-robed soldiers from approaching.
"Surrender, Lord Chancellor. With your few manpower, there is no way to stop the Dead Guards I personally trained. Why let your soldiers die in vain?" At this time, Walder Burley, who was surrounded by the carriage, once again advised the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister of the Palace panted heavily, glanced at the black-robed soldiers outside through the gap in the carriage room, and shouted: "You bastard, shut your stinking mouth! If I can't survive today, you will die too!"
After experiencing the cruel battle and bloody scene just a moment ago, the palace prime minister seemed to have changed. He no longer hid here and there and was timid, but tried his best to preserve his strength and wait for the small team that left first to turn back for rescue.
However, his nephew was drinking his horse and resting by the river two miles away from the mouth of the valley, waiting for the arrival of the large army.
".—Lord Baron, your wine."
On a boulder on the bank of the river, the paunchy Baron was half lying on it with a contented face. He took the wine handed over by his soldiers, shook it twice, put it under his nose, smelled it briefly, and took a sip.
The knight next to him raised his hand to cover his eyebrows and forgot about the direction of the valley mouth, then said to the pot-bellied baron.
"What's the hurry! We'll just wait here. How could a group of big living people be eaten by wild beasts in the mountains!"
Seeing the attitude of the pot-bellied baron, the knight had no choice but to stop answering and sit quietly aside.
Just when he sat down on the soft hay, there was suddenly the sound of dozens of cavalry rushing behind him, accompanied by a slight vibration on the ground - "Enemy attack!" The knight instinctively pulled out his sword after saying this, and quickly climbed up the river bank to check the situation.
As expected, when the knights first came to the business road, a cavalry group of more than thirty people had already appeared at the corner at the end of the road~
The knight recognized where the opponent was coming from at a glance, and hurriedly shouted: "Burgundians! It's the Burgundian cavalry! Retreat, retreat!"
"Burgundians?" The pot-bellied baron who was walking towards the commercial road was startled and quickened his pace. When he grabbed a small tree next to the last slope and struggled to climb up, a pair of dusty boots appeared in his hand.
The baron with a big belly was busy for a moment, and slowly raised his head, only to see a scar-faced man staring at him with evil intentions. "
..." Sir, according to the knight's explanation, they were just a small team that came to explore the road. The rest were still ahead near the exit of the valley. "
At stood by the river, with his hands folded, looking at the valley to the southeast. Asked: "Have they discovered the whereabouts of the cavalry?"
"No! We should be ahead of them."
Att was not happy about this news. On the contrary, those eagle-like eyes never left the valley entrance.
"I don't think so!" Art immediately turned around and walked towards Angus and the others,
"Hans, arrange for a few people to stay and keep an eye on these guys. The rest of you, get on your horses and follow me to the valley ahead! "
"Hurry, mount up! Mount up!" Angus shouted to the rest of the group.
With the sound of waving riding whips, Art and others rushed towards the valley. On the commercial road next to the river, looking at the Burgundian cavalry retreating, a large bead of sweat dripped from the forehead of the pot-bellied baron and fell to the ground, mixing with the urine stain at his feet—
...——·Quickly, stop them, never let a single person in!』
loglves in the ashtrays ——The warring parties have been facing each other for a while at the entrance of the valley, and the group of fierce black-robed soldiers launched another attack. Since this was an attack from above, the palace soldiers stood on a high ground and the black-robed soldiers did not have an advantage. In addition, after the fighting just now, the blood of the temporary peasant soldiers who had never been on the battlefield burst out with blood courage, and they were no longer as panicked as they were at the beginning.
When the black-robed soldiers roared and rushed over with long swords raised, the palace soldiers holding spears used their long killing distance to make it difficult for the black-robed soldiers to get close. In addition, the palace soldiers who changed their tactics divided the peasant soldiers into several squads, each dealing with a black-robed soldier, which greatly reduced the opponent's force value.
After the first round, the palace side suffered eight casualties, but the black-robed soldiers also suffered losses. One person died and two were slightly and seriously injured.
Seeing the other party's sudden change of tactics, the big-nosed Baron in charge of the rescue mission was furious. He immediately ordered the adjutant beside him, "Quickly, bring me all the kerosene and burn them to death!"
The adjutant received the order and hurriedly climbed up the huge pile of rocks at the mouth of the valley~
Just when the adjutant climbed over the pile of boulders and trotted towards the horses tied at the foot of the mountain, dozens of cavalry suddenly appeared not far away and scared him so much that he ran away. It's not good~" When the adjutant's voice came, the big-nosed baron heard it and ran away.
At the moment when this henchman showed up, a heavy armor-piercing arrow was nailed into his head~
Immediately afterwards, one after another, soldiers wearing fine armor and holding sharp blades, led by a strong man holding a battle ax, rushed down with shouts and shouts.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the big-nosed Baron knew that the other party was coming with bad intentions and there was a disparity in strength between the two sides, so he immediately ordered a retreat. Leaving a few injured and redundant men behind as cover, he grabbed the horses escorting the team and ran away in the opposite direction. "Sergeant, they are running away!" Ron stepped on a black-robed soldier who was trying to struggle and warned Angus.