Chapter 738: Influence (Part 2)

Kingdom of Faith

May. The rising sun in the morning sprinkled a piece of golden light on the earth. This is a day when everyone will feel refreshed physically and mentally. Above the fields, the air is fresh.

In the wheat field, there is a piece of wheat, and the nearby woods are lush and green, everything looks so harmonious.

However, there is always disharmony. In front of a village, the tranquility was broken.

Shouts of killing, screams, one after another.

In a clearing, several knights dismounted from their horses and inspected the corpses lying in a pool of blood one by one. If they found that they were dead, they would raise their swords and pierce their hearts. , on the contrary filled them with excitement and bloodlust. The gushing blood not only stained the ground red, but also trickled down drop by drop along the swords in their hands.

These knights belonged to nobles, and they didn't value the enemy's property very much.

The soldiers who followed them, because their status was relatively low and they received little money, took this kind of war wealth as a matter of course. There are many dead bodies with these valuable things on them, so it can't all be wasted, can it?

As a result, groups of soldiers searched for the corpses one by one, not caring about the blood in the hands when they touched the property.

Of course, not all soldiers do this kind of thing. In the army, it is often the lowest-ranking members who go to the corpses to search for loot, and then gather and do some distribution.

At this moment, a "dead body" jumped up suddenly. This person was hit by several swords, but none of them were wounded in fatal places, because he was afraid. Just now he pretended to be dead and lay among the corpses. Now, he obviously knew that if he continued like this, he would really die, so he ran desperately to the distance.

For the sake of his life, he was almost crazy, desperately running towards the distance, perhaps thinking that, in this way, he might be able to save his life.

The soldier was stunned, stood up and watched, but the knight didn't chase after him immediately, he reined in his horse, laughed, and watched the man running wildly like a joke.

Seeing that person running farther and farther, getting closer and closer to a forest, it seemed that he could really escape from the sky right away.

Someone said: "Kennat, it's time."

"Of course, let him run away again. Maybe he will really run away." A knight said with a smile, and charged over on his horse.

"Do not kill me,

Don't kill me, ahh—" Hearing the sound of horseshoes behind him, the man who had shown hope just now turned his head in despair and screamed.

"Hey, aren't you a member of the Jagged Youth Association? Don't you want to be loyal to the king, emphasize iron and blood, sacrifice for the country, and wipe out all our nobles? How could you pretend to be dead? How could you run away?" Speaking in a tone, he controlled the horse and came up at a leisurely pace.

"I heard that you claim to be comrades and think that during the disaster, we nobles are doing our own thing and retaining our strength, so that the disaster cannot be solved for a long time. Therefore, we have to bear most of the responsibility for the disaster and carry out liquidation with iron and blood. Why is it now? What about this look? Why not be like them and die generously?"

Hearing this, the man's heart was icy cold, he cried: "I am not willing to join, in Wang **, if you don't want to join, you will be purged."

"...Really? It's very pitiful, but, even so. You've got our blood on your hands, right?" The knight had a mocking smile on his face, and rushed forward with his long sword, only to hear a "poof", Blood splattered, and the man's head flew out with a terrifying expression.

"Hey, a pariah, actually wants to escape from my hand and overthrow our rule?" The long sword rubbed against the dead man's body a few times, and the knight in bright armor came back slowly on his horse, his face with a cruel smile.

The other knights also laughed. From their point of view, this cat-and-mouse killing game was extremely interesting.

At this time, all the corpses strewn about on the ground had been looted.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, the leading knight smiled and said, "This battle was resolved beautifully. How about going back for a few drinks?"

"Okay, I killed eleven people in one go today, it's very enjoyable, go back and have a drink!" A knight responded with a smile.

"Let's go. Throw these corpses here. The royal family killed so many of us last time. If we don't teach them a lesson this time, they really think we are easy to bully!" the leading knight said lightly.

"Yeah, the killing this time was really fun. I guess they will understand after seeing these corpses that the order of this world is the order of gods and knights!" The other knights smiled when they heard this.

"Haha, let's go! Go back and drink to celebrate!" The leader of the knight waved his hand. said loudly.

After saying that, several knights left the battlefield with a large number of soldiers, leaving only corpses all over the place, and the disgusting smell of blood filled the air.

Not long after they left, another team hurried over.

When they were still some distance away from the battlefield, they had already noticed the strong smell of blood.

"There is a situation ahead, everyone be careful!" The leading officer hurriedly said to the left and right.

Therefore, the soldiers all became more careful and walked towards that side very cautiously.

He looked around vigilantly, and found that apart from silence, it was silence.

Not to mention people, in this area, not even a single animal that made a sound was found.

"You guys, go ahead and have a look, what's going on!" Without hastily leading the large troops over, the leading officer sent a reconnaissance team and asked them to go ahead to reconnaissance the situation.

The members of that team were all thieves. They were fast and alert. They walked out of the large group carefully and walked slowly towards the forest in front. If something goes wrong at this time, most of them They can get away quickly, no more than those who practice orthodox combat skills, they are just war machines.

The thieves' noses and eyes are very good. When they were some distance away from the forest area, the pungent bloody smell made these people frown.

From this breath, they have already judged very professionally that the one in front is a Shura-like existence!

That soaring smell of blood. It is definitely not formed by the death of a few people. The number of people who need to die is definitely a chilling number!

The thieves walked over step by step, holding short and refined weapons in their hands. Their eyes kept scanning the surroundings, but until they entered the forest, there was still no sign of an ambush!

And the remnants of the battlefield that appeared in front of their eyes made these people suffocate collectively. Hundreds of dead bodies appeared in front of them in a haphazard manner.

Even though these people were well-informed, their complexions turned pale all at once.

"Go and see if there are any survivors! See where they are from!" Soon, a thief came to his senses and reminded his companions to see if there were any survivors!

As a result, after checking all the people, none of them were found alive, and judging from the clothing and weapons in their hands, they were all members of the royal army just like them!

"It's really cruel to kill so many people at once!" After a long time, a thief said, with a little sympathy and fear in his tone.

"We are thieves, and we don't need sympathy!" Beside the thief, a companion who was older than him gave him a reproachful look, and said coldly, "Whether it's a mission before or joining the army now, We all have to be ruthless and not sympathize with anyone, otherwise, we should be the ones being sympathized!"

The thieves listened silently and agreed with the companion's statement.

Although professionals like them are often invited to do things, in this world, they are basically a kind of professionals that are not recognized by others.

Not to mention street rats, it’s almost the same. They are able to join the army and become an official soldier because of the civil strife in the kingdom today. Under this extremely severe and special situation, people like them have a A chance to get ahead.

In the army, what they do is always the most dangerous job. No matter how much they can do, they are not understood by people, and they are crowded out by the orthodox soldiers everywhere.

People like them have no right to sympathize with others!

"Okay, report back to the major and let them handle it." After standing silently for a while, one of the thieves said.

The others nodded and walked out silently.

When they returned to the main force, the officers who led the team were already waiting impatiently. As soon as they met, they asked, "Why is it so long? What's going on inside?"

The thieves sent a representative to explain the situation inside to the officer leading the team.

"Hundreds of dead bodies from the royal army?" When the officers heard the news, their faces were a bit uneasy. After exchanging a few words in low voices, the leading officer gave an order: "Leave two teams here to defend. Others, follow me in!"

So, the two officers led their teams and stayed outside, while the others rushed into the forest under the leadership of the officer in charge.

As soon as they entered, the overwhelming breath of death made their faces change drastically.

Nearly five hundred people were displayed in front of them with different methods of death.

If you look carefully, the dead bodies all have traces of being murdered. Either their arms and legs were cut off alive, or they were split in two from the middle, or their heads were directly cut off, and many of them were in the heart. There were signs of being repaired. Seeing this situation, everyone present felt chills down their spines.

In particular, the costumes worn on these dead bodies are the uniforms of the regular royal army like them. Although the people who fell to the ground and were tortured and killed were strangers to them, in this case, any royal family Soldiers in the regular army will feel a kind of anger and fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Two completely different feelings filled everyone's heart. This extremely complicated feeling made hundreds of people fall silent.

Except for the breathing of people and horses, and the sound of wind and grass, there was no sound for a while.

After a long while, the officer at the head finally came to his senses, and said to the people around him with an extremely ugly face: "Go and check to see if there is anything with an ID card!"

"Yes, my lord!" Hearing his order, soldiers who specialize in this line of work immediately walked out of the line and checked around. Finally, on a dead knight, they found a waist plate of ordinary quality.

"My lord, I found a badge!" The soldier couldn't read, so he handed the badge directly to the officer.

Wiping the blood on the waist card, revealing the writing on it, the officer read: "Kingdom of Faith, Ninth Legion, sixth-level knight Maud... Ninth Legion..."

Sure enough, it is the regular army of the royal family. My team belongs to the Seventh Legion, and there is not much connection with the Ninth Legion. Show anger.

"Bury them all." After thinking for a while, he held back the words that had come to his lips, and said to the people around him.

Looking at the blood-like setting sun in the distance, he sighed. At this time, how can he have the time and energy to avenge irrelevant people and preserve his own strength, which is the most important thing.

"By the way, judging from the traces on the battlefield, how many people are there in the enemy?"

"There are not many people on the other side, only 200 people, but they are all cavalry, and there may be about 20 knights among them." Not long after, an experienced officer stepped forward to report.

"Are there about twenty knights?" The major took a deep breath, filled with depression.

After the catastrophe, in the Kingdom of Faith, the conflict between the Iron-Blooded Youth Association and the nobles not only did not ease up, but accelerated instead, and blood was shed in the endless conflicts.

Now, this year, the direct conflict is apparent, and in fact, the kingdom is already in civil war.

However, the aristocratic class was not as decadent as the Iron-Blooded Youth Association had advertised. Once the battle was fought, the terrifying power of the knights dealt a serious blow to the normalized army of non-commissioned officers.

As for the knights, in the Iron-Blooded Youth Association, due to their background, they are restricted, and the number is not many. In fact, there is not a large proportion of knights who are willing to fight for the king and their own family.

It is no secret that there is a severe shortage of knights in the palace, and it is no secret that they all rely on the promotion of commoner knights from the commoners.

However, after rigorous training, the regular army controlled by non-commissioned officers, 500 people against the noble army of 200 traditional knights and cavalry, turned out to be the result of complete annihilation of one side.

This was the cause of the major's depression.

"Major, if we want to bury all the corpses, we must camp here today." A staff officer reported.

"Then pitch camp!" said the major. "Keep away from here."

"Yes, Major!"

At this time, a priest was already praying.

The major watched silently, watching the soldiers set up a temporary camp. This camp was chosen to be in the leeward and higher.

This is to avoid the stench and fishy smell of the corpse, and it is also convenient to control the entire nearby area to avoid being attacked.

Not everyone went to bury the corpses, but not only him, the officers and civilian knights who were sitting or standing around looked uglier and uglier.

The atmosphere made the major sigh.

"Major, these noble knights are undeniably powerful, but their number is limited, and one death is less." The adjutant's voice seemed a little hoarse: "In this county alone, it is said that there are already 28 noble knights. Killed, victory will be ours."

"You're right." The major calmed down his emotions and said, but he was thinking in his heart: "Yes, 28 knights, what a glorious battle, but how many soldiers died? 2800? Or 3800?" ( !)