The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

  Chapter 1275 The Battle of Biro Town

  The dark clouds in the sky were pressed down a little bit with dull thunder, and the light of lightning flashed from time to time.

   As soon as the sun rises, the day seems to be getting dark.

  On the mountain path, a few people on pack horses were whipping the horses constantly, looking back from time to time to see how close the pursuers were to them.

   These packhorses that pull carts are not good at speed, but they are better than running on two legs, which makes these people escape to the nearby town half a day earlier than some people planned.

   A middle-aged woman shouted: "They are going to arrest me, we will run separately when we get out of the mountain!"

  The middle-aged man at the back said: "Don't think about it, those people are soldiers, they must have ambush in the mountain pass! Now they are hanging us behind to consume us! Go straight to the city after leaving the mountain!"

   Maybe he was right, and the sound of bowstrings immediately sounded among the chasing soldiers.

  The middle-aged man subconsciously ducked to the side, and the arrow aimed at his back passed through the thin smock and clothes, and finally tied it on his shoulders.

   In order not to worry his companions, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and continued on his way.

   Sure enough, when they rushed out of the mountain pass and saw the town wall in front of them, nearly a hundred people rushed out of the forest next to them.

  The man hit by the arrow knew that the final moment was coming, he took off the mace from his waist and used the nails on it to take turns to **** the buttocks of several pack horses.

   The already exhausted workhorse was stimulated by the pain, and immediately rushed forward with overdrawn vitality.

   The suddenly accelerating packhorse surprised the bandits who were trying to surround them, and could only watch them rush out, failing to kill one or two people as planned.

   In the field ahead, some farmers are checking whether the drainage ditch leading to the canal in the field is smooth, lest the crops in the field will be damaged by the water when it rains later.

   Several people on horseback hurriedly shouted at the farmer in the field: "Run, the bandits are coming!"

   There was no need for them to shout a second time. More than 200 bandits in tattered clothes and weapons, shouting loudly, and the low sound of horns on the town wall made those farmers run very fast.

  The outermost of the field is a wide and deep canal connected to a small river. Usually, the water inside is pumped up to irrigate the ground, but it is barely used as a moat in wartime.

   Several people on horseback rushed to the wooden bridge on the south canal. They saw a young man who did not run, but stood at the head of the bridge with a black face.

  Charles' face had to be black, because these people were all wearing white smocks. Although it was dirty, the red maple leaf logo on it was still very conspicuous.

   No one had told him before that the Princess Amelie had also joined the Knights Hospitaller and was participating in a survey of pot belly disease in the south.

   "Old Captain?!"

The middle-aged man at the back of the hall stopped and looked at Charles beside the bridge in disbelief.

   "Peel?" Charles remembered the first members of the Knights Hospitallers, who proposed and voted for scratching their feet as punishment for the Order.

   Before Peel could respond, his workhorse fell to the ground with exhaustion, and it seemed that he could not survive.

  Charles caught him and said in surprise, "Are you injured?"

   "It's fine." Peel said with a grin, "It's just a sting."

  Charles hurriedly checked it for him. The quality of the bow and arrow of the bandit was not good. It was just stuck in the flesh and did not hurt the bones.

   This level of arrow drawing, cleaning, disinfection, and treatment is not a hassle for Charles, and the bandits have completed it before they rush over.

  Charles said to him: "You go to the town to rest first, be smart, and report my name if you have anything. Take these and find a place where no one else is and wear them inside."

  Charles gave him a piece of soul defense used in the space gate defense line, and then taught him to use the magic shield on it, and told him a few words.

  Peel left, Charles walked onto the wooden bridge, took out the white mask that he hadn't worn for a long time, put it on, and then took out the big knife that he hadn't used for a long time.

   His plans are about to change. Since those people attacked the members of the Knights Hospitaller, there is no room for manoeuvre.

   Those more than two hundred bandits are approaching. Their plan is to rush outside the town to kill and destroy some people and send fear to the town.

  When the large army pressed up to surround the town in the evening, this fear fermented enough to crush the people in the town.

  Although everyone in the field seems to be running away now, there is still one person standing on the wooden bridge stupidly.

  Some thieves started to look for wood stakes in the fields. Later, the stakes can be sharpened, and the fool can wear them and stand outside the city gate.

  At the southern city gate, the commander of the city guard, Philip, and the soldiers next to him watched nervously as the man on the wooden bridge in the distance raised his sword.

   "Clap!"

   A huge lightning bolt split a scarecrow in the field into a torch.

   The dazzling electric light dazzled everyone's eyes.

   They looked again, and the knife on the wooden bridge had already been swung.

   Those bandits who gathered to rush to the wooden bridge only left the part below their ankles in place, and the other parts were divided into innumerable pieces by the wind blade and blown away to the front.

  There was silence between heaven and earth, only the sound of wind and the sound of thunder from time to time.

   Bean-sized raindrops fell, and it didn't take a moment for the world to be misty.

  The dark red blood water on the ground was washed into the canal by the heavy rain, and it didn't take a while for the water in the canal to become scary red.

   It’s just that the heavy rain didn’t stop, and these dark red canals gradually faded, turned turbid, and finally seemed to have never been red.

  It was already afternoon when the rain stopped, and the clouds were much thinner, but they had not dissipated.

   A team of 4,000 people can be regarded as a force that cannot be ignored, and it is already a large army among the countries in the south.

The   Kontrov family has accumulated this private army for an unknown number of years, and how many nobles and influences they have made.

  When these real and fake bandits walked out of the forest, they were crowded with people at a glance, and they were quite powerful.

   Although they were sparse and could not form a formation, they were full of momentum when they were slowly pressed up by the advantage of their numbers.

   It was just that they stopped suddenly, and the human body wreckage was no more than half a meter in size. The group of thieves stopped more than 100 meters away from the bridge and did not dare to take a half step forward.

   This team of bandits, private soldiers and mercenaries of various nobles was commanded by Zlatan, the second son of the Konterov family. He saw the team in front stopped and stepped forward.

The half of his head that was raised on the ground stared at Zlatan with his empty left eye. It took a little effort for Zlatan to recognize that the owner of this half of his head was one of his knights, who had chased away Peel and Amelie before. The princess' team was under his command.

   looked up, Zlatan saw a man with a big knife and a pure white mask on his face, standing quietly at the head of the bridge.

   An ominous premonition came to his mind. He remembered some rumors he heard from the elf soldiers when he participated in the battle between the elf tribe and the murlocs in the south a few years ago.

  Zlatan took a deep breath, thinking of the 4,000 troops behind him, feeling that he had a huge advantage, so he waved his hand and led the team forward.

   It was just that he was the only one who took two steps forward, and no one dared to move the bandit who was the cannon fodder at the front of the line.

   On the head of the bridge, someone shouted loudly, "I'm Charles McGarden! Who dares to fight me to the death?"

   The sound was like a huge thunder, and the thunder in the cloud was inferior to three points.

   As Pan Jinlian said: "The name of a person is the shadow of a tree."

   The prestige that Charles had accumulated before was in harmony with the stumps in front of him, and without the aura of fear, the bandits would be horrified by the smell.

   After a while, seeing that there was no movement from the bandit, Charles shouted again: "Charles McGarden is here! Who dares to fight to the death?"

Zlatan saw that not only did the bandits and mercenaries dare not move forward, but many of them started to retreat, he turned to his squire and said, "Call that slave up, as long as he kills the fake McGarden. People are free."

   After a while, a robust murloc with a height of more than three meters and a long scar on his chest came up, holding a harpoon in his hand.

   It's just that his feet are shaking a little, and no one knows how scary Charles is more than they do.

  Zlatan said to him: "That is a fake, how could the real McGarden be in such a small place."

  The murloc swallowed his saliva and felt that what the master said made sense, so he dared to go over and fight for his freedom.

   At this moment, Charles swung the knife and shouted again: "Fighting and not fighting, retreating and not retreating, but why!"

The familiar knife light pierced the depths of his memory, and the murloc suddenly recalled the scene before he was captured outside the Durian City: a small human wearing the same white mask and wielding the same big knife rushed out from there. Before he could react, a knife slashed into his chest, and when he got up, he saw the same knife light cut off General Eugene's head.

  Thinking of this, his heart suddenly trembled violently, and then stopped.

   "Boom!"

  Under the gaze of thousands of people, the tall murloc collapsed like a landslide and died.

  Zlatan was stunned for two seconds before he realized that the murloc slave he bought a few years ago was scared to death by Charles.

   "Attack!" Zlatan roared in exasperation, "Attack all of them! Whoever kills that man and destroys the city can do whatever he wants..."

  No one knows what the reward will be when the lower city is broken, because Zlatan's head exploded under the high-speed impact of the electromagnetically accelerated projectile.

   The highest commander was beheaded, and those bandits and soldiers suddenly fell into a state of headless.

   Just when they could not decide whether to advance or retreat for a while, the massacre came.

  Eight black football-sized cat-eared puffs suddenly flew out of the surrounding mud. They floated in the air with their big mouths emitting orange light, and countless magic missiles smashed down.

  Charles continued to shoot with the electromagnetic rifle in his hand, targeting those who were powerful and military-like.

   As long as these 4,000 people do not have a unified command, they are like pieces of water tofu in front of him.

   It only took three minutes from Zlatan's headshot to when Charles shot into the crowd with an electromagnetic rifle and a large knife.

   Some people deceived him when they saw Charles killing him alone and tried to surround him with only one person, but a huge wall of golden circles suddenly appeared in the sky, and countless dense swords, guns and axes shot out, instantly killing these people to scum.

Then he swung his big knife, and the one-meter-long wind blades composed of countless high-purity wind elements crashed into the bandit group, and a heavy rain composed of broken people and blood fell into the crowd~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bloody This scene crushed the nerves of the bandits, and scared everyone's feet to tremble. Some people wanted to run, but their weak legs couldn't help them.

  Charles, who showed his true strength, killed the bandits in pieces like a road roller crushing water tofu. Even if the soldiers in the rear formed an army to try to resist, it would just let him swing one more knife.

   is exactly:

   When a general is sick and defeated, how can he hear the sound of thunderbolt; There are countless people who are under the knife for a while, screaming and surging, fleeing like a landslide, trampling on each other.

I don't know how long this killing went on, those who dared to fight back and those who didn't run fast enough fell under the knife; those who tried to jump into the river and the canal to swim away were entangled in the ankles by the tangled water plants that had already been lying in ambush, and were pulled to the bottom of the water. Finally, another electric shock; those who ran into the mountains could not outrun the black puffs flying in the sky, and fell under the magic missiles one after another.

   In the end, out of ten of the four thousand thieves could escape with their lives.

   There is a poem praised by later generations:

   For the robe, the eyes are wide open, and he is murderous outside the town of Luo.

   A knife is like a thunderbolt, and the bandits alone retreat with thousands of soldiers.

   (end of this chapter)