539. Rebellion 7
Chapter 539 Rebellion 7
“He …… he …… seems cooked?”
Paul covered his nose, a little nauseous looking at the obviously overcooked “Teppanyaki” in front of him.
But the good thing is that this wave of attack was repelled again – just after that was cooked, from the side of the identity of this person should be very important, although Paul does not know who’s face is under the red burnt iron armor – I should say whose face was originally, of course, he could not not interested in confirming it, if he saw that scene must be unforgettable for him for the rest of his life.
Paul even a little hope that the iron armor inside is his own family knight Fergus, he is now on that traitor but the hatred of the sky, the heart has long cursed him a hundred and eighty times.
It was the first time since traveling that he had been in such a dangerous situation. Ah, you can’t say that, there was another time when he met a crazy wizard halfway.
“Wh-” a guard lying beside him let out a pained sound, the brave and dutiful guard who had just used his body to block a knife for Paul was no longer able to fight after the bandage was finished.
Paul crouched down and carefully moved his guard into a more comfortable position.
“Thank you my lord.” “Don’t say anything, get some rest.”
He silently prayed for his squire’s health in his heart, alas, such a deep wound, but he had neither penicillin nor sulfa now.
“Lord Graiman.” Lardy reminded him from the side, “After enduring so many defeats, the rebels are most likely going to make a fire attack, and those fire-starters they got won’t always be for barbecue fun.”
“Are you …… confident that you can protect everyone’s safety?”
Paul looked at Lardy with some skepticism. Although his camp was set up in an open field, there were lush weeds growing on the ground.
“I’ll do my best.”
Do your best? Hearing Lardy’s words, Paul’s heart was a little bitter, but the other party’s next words lifted his spirits.
“Also, to tell you the good news, the 8th Infantry Battalion is already on its way here.”
“What?”
Paul lost his voice and screamed, this was great news.
“Gentlemen!” He summoned all his strength and shouted to everyone in the camp, “Our reinforcements are about to arrive, the closest 8th Infantry Battalion is heading this way, as long as we can hold on, the light of victory will surely shine down on us along with the sunrise!”
Sure enough, as soon as this good news was announced, the dull, anxious atmosphere that had haunted the entire camp disappeared almost instantly, and although no one shouted with excitement, everyone’s eyes burst with the light of hope.
“But!” Paul thought twice before deciding to tell everyone in advance, “The traitors may use the method of setting the forest on fire against us next, everyone must be somewhat mentally prepared, Ms. Sertia will use a special method to protect everyone, so everyone doesn’t need to worry excessively.”
These words made everyone’s hearts tighten again, and a serious look returned to everyone’s face once again.
As for Ms. Sertia’s special method, in fact, after the battle just now, everyone had roughly guessed what was going on in their hearts, especially the flame that suddenly shot out, it was just too impressive.
Although that possible identity of hers would be a bit disturbing because of certain legends, but for this beautiful lady who had fought side by side with everyone, everyone’s heart was dominated by respect. People who had faced life and death together, no matter how unfamiliar or even disconnected they had been from each other in the past, there would always be a mysterious force that made them resonate in some way.
In the next battle, crisis and hope coexisted!
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Chacon’s tragic situation caused the morale of the rebels involved in the siege to instantly collapse. After losing the first few sieges, rumors began to quietly circulate among them that Tyrant Lord Paul Gleeman was in possession of evil black magic, capable of ignoring the opponent’s defenses and directly taking someone’s life. Now that a fire dragon jetted out from the camp and killed Chacon, it was considered to be a confirmation of the legend that Gleiman was in possession of black magic.
Under the pressure of great fear, the besieging thugs once again retreated, leaving behind a field of corpses and screaming wounded, they retreated to the place where Fergus and the others stayed.
“What did you say, asshole?” Old Valen learned of his son’s death from the mouths of the routed soldiers. His eyes widened in anger, and his withered hands gripped the narrator’s arm in a death grip.
“It can’t be! It cannot be! My Chacon was a child blessed by the gods, how could he have died under the evil black magic of his son Gleeman.”
The old man’s maniacal appearance frightened the narrator.
“My condolences, Master Varun.” His voice trembled, fearing that the lord before him, who was known for his harshness, would stab himself with a single blow.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Old Valen screamed up to the sky, “Paul Greiman, I must avenge my son!”
Fergus stood by and watched coldly, letting Old Valen vent for a while.
As the other man stopped to catch his breath, he put his hand on Valen Sr.’s shoulder.
“It’s a sad thing, Chacon was a good lad, he gave his life for justice.”
“Fuck justice.” Dimitri Varun shrugged off Fergus’s hand, “I’m going to give Paul Gleeman hell right now.”
He took a few hurried steps to a torch, reached out and held it up in his grip.
“Fergus, execute your final plan now. Sacrifice Graiman and his minions with flames as a way to soothe the soul of my poor boy.”
……
Lt. Col. Carter Hawley, of the 8th Infantry Battalion’s tent, once again cracked a whip into his horse’s ass, and the mount, which had just slowed down a bit, instantly pivoted and raised all four hooves as high as it had been a short time before.
Before the departure, the town hall of the garrison was very cooperative with the army’s request, and collected more than four hundred horses from the city overnight, which was enough for the 8th Infantry Battalion, which was only half-organized, the whole battalion of more than two hundred and sixty people rode the horse, and the rest of the horses were taken away with them for the road to change the use of the horse.
Carter Hawley is now incredibly fortunate that his battalion’s soldiers have all been trained in horsemanship, otherwise even if they can recruit horses, it is still useless.
“Report!” From the front of the line ran over a communications soldier. A salute was given towards the Lieutenant Colonel.
“What is it?”
“The village of Babol is coming up ahead.”
“Good!” Lt. Col. Hawley pumped his fist happily.
Lord Greiman’s letter had said that there were several families in the village of Babol who were participants in the rebellion.
“Immediately block all the roads in and out of the village.”
“Yes!” The communication soldier also rode his horse and went back to the front of the group.
The lord’s letter only said that he was trapped in a nearby forest somewhere, and Lt. Col. Hawley needed to get a more specific location from the traitor’s family.
(End of chapter)