Chapter 105 Another Path

With a monkey-like cry, a beastman was shot down from the air by a long arrow and fell into a puddle.

Water splashed everywhere, and blood dyed the puddle red.

The rest of the beastmen continued to flee, roaring.

Slowly retracting the longbow in his hand, Bo Aoluo rode on the horse. The turbid afternoon sunlight made dense beads of sweat appear on his forehead.

Turning back, he looked at the mercenary infantry and militiamen who were injured by the beastmen using spear throwers and flying stones, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

As a Knight of the Imperial Order, in addition to the assessment in the arena, one must also master the use of archery, swordsmanship, spearmanship and corresponding extraordinary weapons.

Whether fighting on horseback or on foot, all relevant extraordinary martial arts must be mastered.

This was more than twenty years of hard training, and no one knew the blood and sweat that went into it.

But these mortal infantrymen wanted to rely on equipment and formations to stop the charge of the Knights of the Order, and even envied their status.

It's ridiculous.

Why do you think your group formation can surpass my twenty years of hard training?

If only he could have been born a hundred years ago. At that time, even the citizens of Maple Leaf City would have to bow their proud heads before the knights.

These mortals, instead of staying honestly in the fields and farming for these extraordinary people, actually want to become laborers, citizens, or even city nobles or city councilors.

This caused his family's real estate income to drop significantly, forcing him to practice fighting skills hard and live on the edge of a knife.

Even so, those merchants and free cities continued to raise workers' wages, attracting more public farmers to flee the land.

If he were to say, the best thing would be to massacre all the citizens, raze the entire Free City to the ground, and let everyone go back to two hundred years ago. That would be the best.

There may be some pain during this period, but shock therapy is the best treatment.

"Sir, the results are in. Our mountain infantry has suffered thirty-two casualties and missing. There are currently 315 left."

"Uncle, our Baifeng mercenaries suffered 17 casualties, leaving 770 people. The militia suffered 50 casualties..."

"How many times have I told you to call the company captain when you are on the battlefield!" Booliao interrupted Bellart's speech directly.

He asked his nephew to lead the infantry to catch the short-haired people in order to show off in front of His Royal Highness the Prince.

I wanted to play a tough game with His Royal Highness the Prince, but I didn't expect a big lump to come out as soon as Bellard took off his pants.

1500 soldiers caused 1200 peasants to run away. Who would believe it if you told them otherwise?

In their hometown, there would be dozens of soldiers chasing and killing thousands of mobs.

More importantly, because of this, he was forced to evacuate from the wealthy Xiaochi City to chase after this worthless short-haired guy.

There is nothing to be gained by catching them except fame.

"Ahem, Lord Boorio." Cleonte whispered aside.

"what happened?"

Despite the conflict between Cléonte and Berarde, Boello did not make things difficult for him.

The nobles are all shrewd people and are very familiar with the ways of the world.

To punish a small figure like Cléante would give the impression of bullying the weak, not to mention that Cléante has Archbishop Barnifos behind him.

If there is an opportunity, you can make trouble; if there is no opportunity, just let it go.

But this equal attitude made Cléante a little frightened.

"I just checked the remains of their camp. It's about 40 to 60 miles away from us. Our next step..."

"The next step is to continue the pursuit." Bo Aoluo waved his hand impatiently, "All the militia and wounded soldiers will stay behind, leaving only three days of baggage. Those who know how to breathe, follow me."

Under the command of Booro, three hundred extraordinary knights, leaving behind a thousand ordinary infantrymen, took the remaining six hundred elite infantrymen and launched a pursuit on the long road that Horn had walked.

At this moment, in the camp of the Papal States.

Horn sat at the table of the imperial meeting with his eyes closed.

"I saw 300 knights and a line of infantry longer than ours, right where we camped yesterday."

Dia's words seemed to still echo in Horn's ears.

Those knights, those high and mighty knights, they come again.

Horn had never even seen them, not even once, but they were still determined to kill Horn and the villagers.

You really can't open the champagne randomly. Just as I finished opening it, the knights caught up with us.

Horn knew that he was deceiving himself. Whether the car was open or not, they would catch up.

It happened at this time, when there were still a lot of sick people lying in the camp.

With only ten days left, they were already halfway through their long journey, with only the last hurdle left.

If only we could get there, if only we could get to Jeanne d'Arc.

Madeleine can open his bakery, Frick can continue to sing his heroic epic, Grampven and Dia can hold a grand wedding, and Chilvis can continue to sell his fake wine.

He could also leave calmly, bid farewell to this ridiculous past completely, and entrust these refugees to the Duke of Kush in Jeanne d'Arc.

With Sissi's introduction, the protection of the two witches, and his own powerful magic, getting the protection of the secret party is basically a foregone conclusion.

As for what happens next, we will have to decide based on the situation and the times.

But no matter what, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap and the sky is high enough for birds to fly.

The fantasy time will always pass.

Back to reality, Madeleine and Frick were still lying in bed with fever, Grampven was wiping his wife's tears with heartache, and Chilvis was lying on the table with a sad face.

As for myself, I sat upright like a clay statue.

Behind Horn, at most a day's journey away, the Imperial Order Company and more than a thousand soldiers would be coming to attack.

Run away?
The road is so narrow and there is an uninhabited swamp ahead. Where can I escape?
Fight back?
Look at this group of patients, and then think about the combat effectiveness of those Knights of the Imperial Order. How can we fight back?

"boom."

Horn subconsciously slammed his fist on the table: "Damn it, how did the Papal States become like this!"

"Maybe we can go back. As long as we walk quickly and hide in the beastman kingdom, we might still be saved." Sissi suggested.

"What if we run into the Imperial Order Company on our way back?" Chilvis slumped over the table. "You know how fast they are. They covered the distance we took five days to cover in two days, and we even have sick patients.

Even if we don't meet them head-on, the paths over the puddles can only accommodate one person at most. If we line up, they will catch up with us before we finish walking."

The camp suddenly fell into silence.

"Can we get to the swamp area quickly? There is a swamp ahead, and they are riding horses, right? Maybe we can't catch up with them." Busak thought of an idea.

After thinking for a moment, Jieshka poured cold water on him again: "No, the swamp is more dangerous, and the long road leads directly to the swamp. We have to guard against monsters while marching, which will slow down our speed."

The entire tent fell into a long silence again.

"Maybe I have an idea." Squatting beside Horn, Carrie poked her head out from the corner of the table.

Horn forced a smile and patted Carrie's head: "Stop it, I have a clockwork frog here for you, go play with it over there."

Carrie took the little frog and puffed her lips: "I really have an idea. There is more than one way to pass through the uninhabited swamp area. I know another dirt road that can also lead to the wild spider forest, but it is a little dangerous.

That path is very hidden, and as long as we can camouflage it well, those bad knights will definitely not be able to find it."

Xixi asked in surprise: "How did you know?"

Horn stretched out his hand to scratch Carrie's chin, and Carrie squinted her eyes comfortably: "I just know it. I didn't know it at first, but when I got here, I knew it."

"Have you regained your memory?"

"Well... sort of. I have to encounter something familiar before I can remember it. Maybe if I take that path, I can remember more."

"Then take a boy scout with you to check and see if the road is still there. Go there on horseback."

Horn stood up immediately and said: "Instead of discussing this, why don't we take action first and let all the patients who can leave go, and load the rest onto the trucks. The sooner we leave, the safer it will be."

"If I give you the map, what reward will I get?" Carrie asked, hugging Horn.

"What reward do you want?"

"I want a kiss."

Looking back at Jeanna's hideous face, Horn pinched Carrie's cheek helplessly and said, "Okay."

　ps sneak attack!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)