MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 99 Ninety-nine · The outskirts of Dites Harbor (for subscription)

  Chapter 99 Ninety-nine The Suburbs of Dites Harbor (For Subscription)

  The south bank of the Claw Sea, Nordland, the outskirts of Dites Harbor.

In the early hours of the morning, a group of people rushed towards the town. A few people were wearing weapons and they looked like mercenaries, while the rest of the civilians brought their families along the muddy road, pushing their The cart headed towards the town at the end of the field of vision.

   On the other side of the horizon, the outline of the human city is still a black shadow.

At the front of the line, the businessman sitting on the carriage covered his forehead with a grimacing face. He kept complaining about the loss of the journey. The food he brought in from Aiwei wanted to sell at an excellent price, but was caught on the way. Plundered: "Oh! Lady Fortune, give your devout followers a little more care! If the situation worsens like this, my caravan will go bankrupt."

"Forget it! Merchant Malfoy, if it weren't for the help of us, you could escape from those ogres? It's already turned into shit!" The big man who followed the carriage with a scabbard and a dagger hanging from his waist The bearded mercenary teased.

   "Rather than spend a few more silver coins on the Fortune Lady, let's give them to us! It's life-saving to earn life-saving flowers!"

   "I haven't tasted a woman for almost four months! I'm worried about no money!"

   "Yes, yes!"

   The four or five mercenaries behind the carriage coaxed and said, their dirty, dusty faces looked dusty.

Two mercenaries with long bows on their backs looked back and forth. Since Nordland suffered a cataclysmic invasion by the northern barbarians last year, the population has withered, more and more abandoned villages, the difficulty of replenishing the army, and the security situation. It's terrible. In the slightly remote countryside, robbers and robbers are rampant, and a small number of Yankee plunderers are running around. Natural and man-made disasters have been imposed on this poor northern region, and even the vicinity of the capital, Sessenmond, is uneasy.

In the middle of the line, a dozen or so rustic countrymen in shabby clothes walked slowly without a word. They barely wore animal skins and cloaks to shelter from the cold. In better condition, there was a pack horse and a trailer. Men and women, young and old, all had dishes on their faces, and it seemed that they hadn't eaten enough for a long time.

At the end of the line, the farmer in linen clothes, his face was covered in dust, the black marks after smoking had not had time to wipe away, unable to hide the vicissitudes of his face, walking in the cold Nord collar suburbs, his cheeks were red with cold, The boy following him, with a big head and a head, was wearing a shabby vest that didn't fit and was slightly loose, and the loose waist was tied with a strip of cloth, which looked very funny.

   A miserable single-parent family, a simple trolley holds all the belongings of the father and son.

   "I'm so hungry, Dad, I want to eat bread." The boy covered his stomach and said aggrievedly. He raised the back of his hand and wiped the two crystal snots hanging from his mouth, and then two more snots flowed down in a few seconds.

   The farmer with a slightly hunchback was panting and running all the way, and he didn't feel well.

I only eat two meals a day, a small half piece of cold and hard brown bread mixed with a few wild vegetables. I can’t make a fire when walking through the forest, and I can’t even drink hot water. Adults can’t stand it, let alone those under ten years old. child.

   "Just hold on, Falco, we're almost at the town, there's freshly baked bread waiting for us, just hold on." The old father had to reach out and touch the top of his head, comforting him softly.

  The boy bit his lip and nodded, no longer complaining.

Poverty and hardship have created the strength of the Nords, which is related to the land they live in. Children in the countryside in the north of the empire have suffered various setbacks from birth. Compared with children living in the warm south, their mentality More mature and more sensible.

The hunchbacked farmer silently touched his chest pocket. The only two silver coins and seventeen copper coins left in it were all his savings. He could have made a living with the harvest of the autumn harvest, but here comes the damned barbarian looters. , worked hard for more than half a year, but in the end it was still empty.

These days, you can see the end at a glance. When he arrives in the port of Diets, he must find a job to support himself and his son. I heard that the laborer who is responsible for moving the goods on the dock can earn eleven copper coins a day. Body

   A boy named Falco picked up a small bag from the trolley and carried it on his shoulders. He had little strength and could share some of it for his father.

   And out of the corner of the boy's eyes, he kept looking at the bald monster about ten steps behind him.

He was carrying a large two-handed hammer, a chain blouse and half-length scale armor on his back, and a book was tied to the end of the chain sloping from his shoulders. But not like the bad guys, it seems that they came with the mercenaries.

   After turning his head to look, Falco muttered: "This person is really strange."

  The bald man seemed to have heard what the boy said, but he wasn't angry, to be precise, he didn't show any mood swings.

   "Hey, Captain, the bald head who has been following our team must be a priest, right?" At the front of the team, the short mercenary asked the bearded mercenary, and the two looked back at the same time.

   "Hey, who cares, whether it's good or bad, as long as it's not an ogre!" The bearded mercenary snorted heavily: "I don't want to fight an ogre in my life!"

The bearded mercenary scratched his chin and continued: "However, the bald head is not bad. One person can beat three robbers, and he killed two of them on the spot. I have to find an opportunity to ask him if he is willing to join. Our hound mercenary group."

   "Boss, don't all bald heads belong to the church?" The short mercenary said thoughtfully: "If he joins our mercenary group, wouldn't he break his precepts?"

The bearded mercenary scolded angrily: "Break the precept? What precept?! You know what the fuck, only a serious man with a bald head in the ordination circle can't join a secular gang. The ring from here?"

   "Oh! That's how it turns out. You deserve to be the boss, you just know a lot!"

   As everyone moved slowly, a group of black shadows appeared on the eastern horizon, and strange screams and roars could be heard vaguely.

   "No! No! Oh my God! Lady Mercy is above!" The peasants in the middle of the line saw the black shadows appearing on the horizon, their timid bodies trembled, and they were almost scared to death.

   "Whoops!" Several Norsca raiders, riding northern horses and wielding battle axes and machetes, rushed towards the group of people in the middle of the road.

   "Escape! Escape!" The peasants subconsciously pulled their family members and belongings, and fled in the opposite direction of the barbarians: "Run! We are going to be killed!"

   Confusion and weeping came together, the horses were so frightened that they didn't know where they were going, and the shadow of death came to mind.

   At the front of the line, several mercenaries shouted and formed a formation. Three mercenaries with spears lined up in front, and two archers quickly drew their bows and arrows, aiming at the barbarians.

The bearded mercenary led by    shouted at the fleeing peasants: "Can't run! Can't run! Come back! You idiots!"

   For miles around, there are unobstructed flat grasslands. Two legs can run for a while. No matter how fast they are, can they be faster than four-legged animals? Unite together, there is still a chance to save a life, and the fate of fleeing in front of the cavalry is bound to die.

   "What should we do?!" The businessman sitting in the carriage was panicked.

From a distance, there were three more Norsca barbarians than mercenaries, not to mention they were still riding horses, and it was at least a day's journey from Dites Harbor, unless they were lucky enough to come across a team that happened to be patrolling. Security team.

"We can only fight." The bearded mercenary took out his long sword and dagger, and ordered: "Brother Fair, you two have a quiver, and immediately climbed to the top of the carriage, and the rest surrounded the carriage, or else this A bunch of Yankees can destroy us in one charge!"

   "Yes!" "Yes!" The mercenaries lived a life of licking blood all year round, and their execution was not inferior to that of ordinary troops.

   A few peasants who didn't run away also moved closer to the mercenaries. The men all picked up a pitchfork and a rake, and one or two old faces were full of determination.

   "Dad!" Falco nervously grabbed the corner of his father's shirt. He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to see the Norsca rushing in.

"It's all right, Falco, there's a father here! They won't hurt you." The boy's father picked up a short pitchfork and kept his young son behind him, his hands trembling uncontrollably: "Mercy Madam bless. It will be alright.. It will be alright.",

   "Wow! Oooo!"

The barbarian people's strange screams and the sound of horses' hooves were already close to their ears, and the fleeing peasants dared not look back. Trembling incessantly.

  The bearded mercenary seized the opportunity and shouted, "Release the arrows!"

   On the top of the carriage, two feathered arrows flew towards the barbarian plunderers. The distance was a little farther. The feathered arrow's head was also affected, and only one arrow brushed the barbarian's helmet.

   For a distance of more than 100 meters, a galloping horse can finish it in just four or five seconds.

   Before the second arrow was fired, the barbarian axe and javelin were thrown towards the road far away.

   The roaring sound of the air fell, and three or four unfortunate peasants fell down, wailing, and they were either hit in the head or had their chests split open.

   "Everyone! Move closer to me!" The bearded mercenary exclaimed urgently, accompanied by the sound of galloping horses' hooves, the peasant's weak courage gradually disappeared.

   "Kill! Kill!" The barbarian with the strongest charge was sturdy, he shouted at the head, and the rest of the looters responded: "Kill all the Southerners!"

   "Kill! Kill!"

"kill!!"

   "咻咻~" Two feather arrows shot out, piercing the sky with a sound.

  A Norsca man on a warhorse was hit with arrows in his chest and face. He was about to throw a javelin, but he fell to the ground. His companions let out a loud roar: "Ahhhh!"

The marauders' riding skills are no less than that of the rangers. They have practiced their superb skills by riding and wandering for many years. They slashed battle axes and machetes on horseback, and rammed the weak front of the southerners with one blow. .

  Red blood splashed in the air, and the farmer was cut off in half in the screams. At the moment of the close encounter, the mercenaries were rushed to pieces, the spears were broken, and a large amount of blood was scattered.

The    Norscan Raiders, killed six Southerners in the first charge alone, while the Barbarians lost only three.

   The pitchforks and rakes in the hands of the peasants could hardly injure the barbarians, who collapsed in fear.

Just as the mercenaries on the top of the carriage tried to shoot, the Norsca showed cruel smiles. Two of them threw the noose, dragged one of them from the carriage, and put him behind the horse's hoofs, letting him scream. Voice.

   "Fabio!" Another person on the roof exclaimed, watching his brother being dragged away.

   A Norsca raider has set his sights on a hunchbacked peasant, who is alone, and the thrill of crushing the southerners is always so refreshing.

   "Dad!" Falco yelled in shock when he saw the barbarians rushing in. He hugged his father tightly, and his heart was in his throat.

   "Ha! Die!" The machete in the hands of the barbarian slashed vertically from the horse's back, the dreadlocks on the back of the Yankee's head moved in the wind, and he seemed to have seen the corpse split in half.

"Drink!" A roar full of justice sounded, and the bald monster in Falco's eyes rushed forward, slammed the hammer with both hands, hit the barbarian's chest with precision, and knocked him out of the horse with a single blow. Smash on the back.

  The bald-headed priest's slashed face was full of fanaticism and anger. He took the initiative to meet a barbarian rushing towards him and shouted loudly: "Live up to the name of my lord!!"

Facing the flying axe thrown at him, the bald priest evaded sideways alertly, and his two-handed warhammer drew an arc in mid-air, smashing the warhorse under the crotch of the barbarian, the horse neighed in pain and plundered Norsca. The man fell to the ground, and before he could get up, a shadow smashed down on the forehead of the Norsca man.

   Under the amazed eyes of Falco and his son, the bald head in armor burst out with a combat power far superior to ordinary people.

   His weapon seemed to be blessed with some kind of power, and the hammer head became hot and red, reaping the lives of two barbarians.

  The plunderers who just charged past chased and killed all the fleeing peasants, young and old, and they fell to the ground one by one. The barbarians did not need to be captured. The only thing they needed was to satisfy their slaughter desires.

  The remaining mercenaries struggled to dismount a Norsca plunderer, and the bearded mercenary slashed his head with a sword, and the number disadvantage seemed to be even.

   There were four cavalry left of the Norsca Marauders, and there were less than ten southerners in the middle of the road.

  The barbarians who have been eroded by the northern wasteland are brave and fearless, and the cowardly southerners are still vulnerable to them.

   "For Sigma!" The unnamed bald priest resolutely went up to meet him, and the mercenaries also threw spears and arrows.

   Another charge ended, and the three heads fell to the ground.

  The barbarians with only two cavalry left fled, and the mercenaries and peasants worked together to repel the enemy and spent this moment of life and death.

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