Eagle Byzantium

Gawain coughed twice, and the corners of his mouth were filled with white mist. He turned over with difficulty, and his whole body felt as if it was tied up with ropes. When he saw that he was still lying next to him, there was still the hand hanging in his living room. sword.

Holding the hilt of the sword, it made a long sound on the ground. He stood up and used the sword as a crutch. It was collected by him from an antique dealer in Germany. It was forged in the 15th century and was named Schwert. It is a long and narrow sword with a double-headed axe, which is easy to hold in the wrist and facilitate thrusting.

"What the hell is this place?" He looked around, surrounded by surging snow and fog, slapping on his clothes like graupel grains - a moment ago, he was on the picturesque, warm and dry island of Patmos. On the bed, I was still wearing a summer shirt. I couldn’t bear the cold now. As far as I could see, there were trees everywhere. Besides trees, there were still trees. What did it look like in the distance? It seemed vaguely that the hills and wilderness were connected. The truth is high. He didn't know, he didn't even understand how long he could last in such bad weather.

He felt that everything was not a joke, and the feeling of coagulation and tightening of the blood in his body was not false. His thighs began to hurt sharply due to the severe cold, and it was difficult to move. "Princess of Khazar, Ajieh! Princess of Khazar, Ajiehe!" He couldn't help shouting from his mouth, leaning on a tree trunk.

The whole forest was filled with the echo of these words, mixed with the sound of the wind and snow starting to roar. He could vaguely hear the taunting voice of the evil woman Ajiehe in the wind. He couldn't help but feel depressed, but his perseverance to survive still supported him. "Go up that high hill and see if there is anyone around who can provide fires and food?" With this thought in mind, he leaned on his sword and stepped on the snow, and began to trek towards his destination.

My teeth began to chatter and my body began to stiffen. I kept inhaling cold mist in my nostrils and lips. It was difficult to breathe. My lungs felt swollen like balloons and they kept inflating. I slowly lost consciousness. There were still endless trees and snow mist in front of me. Until from the end of the white, a burst of screams suddenly came.

A small figure ran crying from the opposite side of Gawain. It was a child with light yellow curly hair. He was only about five or six years old. He was wearing a thin robe and barefoot. He stepped on the snow and shed tears. He and Snot were floating in the wind, running towards him with helpless eyes.

Out of instinct, Gawain quickened his steps and stepped forward, facing the direction of the child.

Less than fifteen feet away, the child suddenly raised her head, and horrible blood burst out from her small chest, with the crisp sound of bones breaking, and then she fell to the ground with a spear behind her back. After rolling twice, he landed in front of Gawain's trembling legs. His eyes had not yet been closed, and he still had the desire to survive.

Gawain looked towards the direction where the spear flew, and saw a tall black shadow standing in the other direction, which looked very blurry in the wind and snow, but he soon heard the snort of the horse's nose, one sound higher than the other, and the sound became louder and louder. Coming closer and closer - a warrior covered in armor, riding a black horse with flying mane, shouting loudly in words he didn't understand, holding a shining scimitar high in his hand, and was rushing towards him. Come.

With this speed and momentum, in just three or four seconds, if Gawain had stood still, he would have been split in half by the scimitar in the hands of the warrior!

"This guy is left-handed!" In one second, Gawain made this judgment with his eyes. In the next second, he quickly rushed from the left side of the direction where the horse was charging, to avoid his chop, and came to the right , but the next second, the warrior's scimitar was lightly thrown up in the air, rolled, and landed firmly on the wrist of his right hand.

"Damn it!" Gao Wen instinctively rolled on the spot. The branch on his head "clicked" and was easily cut off by the scimitar in the warrior's right hand, causing snowflakes to fall.

In a state of embarrassment, he quickly climbed a few feet using his hands and feet on the snow. He was hit on the face by the snow kicked up by the horse's hooves. He rolled twice more, dragged his sword and turned around to lean against another tree.

The horse neighed. After the warrior rushed over, he kicked the mount twice with his boot, turned the horse's head, and struck the air with his scimitar twice in annoyance. He roared and charged at Gawain again.

Gawain stuck his sword in the snow, and then rushed towards him. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the spear from the child's body. He shouted "Ah" and threw it in front of the horse warrior who was coming quickly. passed.

In fact, Gawain was not proficient in throwing spears at all, but the warrior still took evasive measures in his instinctive response - the spear passed crookedly over his shoulder, and then before he could react, his bend Gawain ducked the knife and struck it on the tree trunk. Following the momentum of the horse, his head hit the thick tree branch that escaped from the side. The warrior "Bang!" "With a sound, the helmet instantly cracked into several pieces, and he fell upside down. Then Gawain watched helplessly as the galloping mount still dragged him until it hit the roots of a big tree again - the war horse jumped over, and its owner The close contact with the exposed tree roots made a louder noise - the warrior quickly twisted his body and spun a few times, flopping onto the snow, motionless.

Then, Gawain pulled out Schwert and looked at the warrior lying there. The black horse ran for a while, then turned around and circled around the owner's body, looking reluctant to let go.

"Hush!" Gawain pointed the tip of his sword at the horse and stabbed it twice. The black horse was so frightened that it retreated a distance, lowered its head and stopped moving.

The unfortunate guy fell on the snow, his head was split open, dark red blood condensed his black hair into a ball, his face was blurred, his mouth was full of broken teeth, the boots on his legs were torn off, he was barefoot, and his bones were twisted.

"Puff", Gawain stabbed the sword into his neck, then pulled it out, stabbed it again, back and forth several times, "This is finally penetrated!" Then he trembled and lifted the guy's body up to half sit. This was a strenuous job, because the bastard was wearing heavy armor. Fortunately, he touched the button afterwards. He secretly rejoiced that it was not the whole armor, but the iron plate armor tied to the double-breasted jacket, so he didn't spend much effort to strip off the opponent's "legacy" completely.

Because he was so cold, he couldn't wait to put on the armor and padded jacket. Then he groped around and found the flint on the other's belt hook and an oak stick for starting the fire. He struck the flint and it seemed to be intact. Then he touched the chain mail gloves, "Damn it, the riding boots are completely rotten." He couldn't help but curse.