HCB Chapter 566: Unable to clearly position
Chapter 566: Unable to clearly position
The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the wasteland red.
Griffith tightened the reins, and the white-maned warhorse under his crotch raised its front hooves, splashing a cloud of mud.
His white cloak fluttered in the wind. Behind him, more than a hundred mercenaries galloped on horseback. The sound of their horses' hooves rolled over the charred battlefield like thunder, raising a cloud of dust.
Hundreds of Yoda's defeated soldiers in front were fleeing like headless flies. At this time, they had just won a battle with the cooperation of an infantry regiment of the Midlan Kingdom and were carrying out the subsequent finishing work. The reason why they worked so hard was because the commander of the infantry regiment promised that the head of a Yoda soldier could be exchanged for 10 copper coins.
"Gorkas, Bibin! Lead your men to chase to the left!"
Griffith's voice cut through the din of the battlefield.
"Jie Du, lead a team around the right! The rest of you will follow me to clear the front!"
"I got it." Gorkas grinned, revealing a row of jagged yellow teeth. He waved the saber in his hand and led his brothers to disperse and start harvesting.
Bibin waved his hand silently and led more than ten archers to make a roundabout attack.
Jiedu pursed his lips, tightened the reins and led his team to turn to the right, his eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation. He could make a big profit again today.
"Whoosh!"
A feather arrow came through the air and accurately pierced the back of the neck of the Yoda soldier in front.
The soldier didn't even have time to look back before he fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
Jie Du narrowed his eyes and was continuously shooting the fleeing enemies with his crossbow. His movements were quick and decisive, and each arrow was shot with deadly accuracy. The number of arrows in his quiver was dwindling.
Just as Jiedu was about to shoot a Yoda soldier holding a spear, he found that his quiver was empty, so he had to draw his sword and chase after him.
The Yoda spearman glanced back, his face immediately turned pale with fear, and he ran away.
His linen trousers were worn out and had holes in them, and he only had one straw sandal left on his foot. He limped as he ran, like a frightened hare.
"Damn it, how did he catch up with me!"
The spearman looked back at the approaching horse, his eyes full of despair. His spear trembled slightly in his hand. It was obvious that he had never thought of fighting head-on.
Jie Du sneered. How could a two-legged person possibly outrun a four-legged warhorse?
He tightened the reins, raised his horse's front hooves high, and rushed towards the fleeing prey with the force of thunder.
However, just as the saber was about to chop down, something unexpected happened!
The spearman suddenly turned around, and a crazy light flashed in his originally frightened eyes.
He roared and stabbed the spear in his hand hard into the neck of Jiedu's horse!
"Damn it!"
Jiedu was unable to react in time and could only watch as the shiny spear tip pierced the side of the warhorse's neck.
The warhorse let out a shrill neigh, its front legs suddenly went limp, and it fell to the ground with a thud.
Jie Du was thrown out heavily, and his back hit the muddy ground hard. His lungs seemed to be hit hard by something heavy, and the severe pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Cough cough..."
He struggled to get up, but saw the spearman rushing towards him.
That face covered in sweat and dirt was now filled with ferocity and determination.
"go to hell!"
The spearman roared and punched Jiedu in the stomach.
The severe pain made Jie Du's vision go black. He curled up into a ball, feeling like his internal organs were about to shift.
Immediately afterwards, another punch hit his temple, and stars suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"no……"
Jiedu wanted to resist, but the opponent's strength was too great.
The rough hands gripped his neck, tightening like an iron clamp.
The air was squeezed out of his chest bit by bit, Jie Du's vision began to blur, and his ears were buzzing, as if countless bees were flying around his ears.
He waved his hands in vain, trying to push away the hands that were strangling his throat, but every counterattack was light and fluttery, like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Lack of oxygen made his thinking slow and his body unresponsive.
He felt his consciousness gradually dissipating, the scene before his eyes began to distort, the shouting and screaming in the distance gradually faded away, replaced by darkness.
Just when he felt that his soul was about to leave his body and his consciousness was about to fade away, a cold light flashed.
"Pfft!"
With a slight sound, the Yoda spearman's head suddenly flew out.
A column of blood shot up into the sky and splashed onto Jie Du's face, warm and smelly.
The headless corpse froze for a few seconds, then collapsed to the ground, landing on Jie Du.
Jie Du twisted his body with difficulty and moved the corpse away.
When he raised his head, he saw a snow-white warhorse and a familiar figure on its back.
"Are you OK."
Casca lightly dismounted from the horse and reached out to pull Jiedu up.
Her skin glowed a healthy wheat color in the sunset, her short hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, and she looked very heroic.
Those amber eyes were now filled with concern.
Only then did Jie Du see her face clearly - although her skin was a little rough, her features were delicate, especially her bright eyes, which seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
Her neat short hair adds a touch of sophistication, making her look like a rose with thorns, beautiful yet dangerous.
Jie Du's heart suddenly began beating violently, and a strange feeling was running through his chest.
His face felt strangely hot, his throat felt tight, and even breathing became difficult.
He had never felt this way before, as if something was breaking out from deep within his heart, making him both panicked and excited.
"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"
"I...I'm fine."
Jiedu stammered, feeling as if his tongue was tied. He quickly looked away, not daring to look Casca in the eye.
"That's good. We should go back to camp. You can't fight in this state."
At night, Griffith and his team booked a tavern in a nearby town.
In the lobby, more than ten tables were put together, filled with barbecue and wine.
The mercenaries talked and laughed loudly, celebrating this hard-earned victory.
"Come on, let's drink this!"
Gorkas drunkenly held up his wine glass, with purple liquid rippling in it. He was the one who wanted to drink every time, and he was also the one who got drunk after two drinks.
"Look at this Gorkas, he's already drunk after just a few drinks."
Jiedu leaned against the wall, playing with a dagger in his hand.
"Nonsense!"
Gorkas jumped up immediately, but his shaking body almost made him fall, and he was caught by the mercenary next to him.
Griffith raised his glass and stood up. Due to the teachings of the Blackwatch instructor and his self-awareness, he only asked for a glass of water.
"Cheers to another victory! May we win every battle and establish a renowned mercenary group soon!"
"Correct!"
Gorkas responded immediately, raised his glass and drank it all, but ended up choking and coughing.
"In a few years, we will definitely be able to build a mercenary group more powerful than Blackwatch! By then, the whole of Midland will be singing our praises!"
The tavern erupted in laughter and cheers. The mercenaries raised their glasses one after another, and the sound of glasses clinking could be heard everywhere.
At this moment, a discordant voice interrupted:
"Young people nowadays are really like that. After fighting a few battles, they don't know what they are anymore."