"Devil, if you let the bishop go, you will go to hell." After a moment of silence, the civilians shouted. The knights surrounded Dongchen. In addition to swords, some also drew guns.
"You'd better not be impulsive. If you kill him, you will be in big trouble." Surprisingly, the first person to dissuade him was Sieg. Although he was unhappy with the bishop who was in his mouth all day and night, he had to say
Yes, the bishop played a big role in this town. At the very least, he gave these civilians hope to live.
"Let us go, I won't embarrass him." Dongchen didn't want to kill anyone, he knew the role of this old man in his hands. Once this old man dies, the madmen in front of him may be able to do anything.
"host……"
He handed the sword to his left hand and removed the bishop's jaw with a click. Dongchen pointed his sword at his throat and stopped the knights from moving.
At this time, he couldn't let the old man speak anymore. If the old man's head got hot and he incited some words to appear for the Lord, Dongchen would have no place to cry.
It's good to remove it. It's safe to remove it.
Siegdam raised his finger and expressed great agreement with Dongchen's approach.
"Get out of the way, let's..."
There was a rumbling explosion, and the shaking bar kept shaking, no! Not only the bar, but the whole town was moving, and the crowd fell down in the violent shaking.
When the shaking stopped, Sieg was the first to rush out. Fire and thick smoke came from outside the town, turning half of the sky red.
"It's the direction of the convoy, damn it!"
Smoking remains of the locomotive were scattered on the sand, one in the east and the other in the west. Thick smoke was rising from several deep pits, surrounded by crystallized sand and gravel.
With red eyes, Sieg pulled out an Alpha alloy knife from behind a mercenary and put it directly on the stunned commander's neck: "You crazy people, without the motorcycle, we will all starve to death. Are you really crazy?"
"No...it wasn't us. Our car is also ruined."
Looking in the direction of the commander's finger, hover cars with cross signs were also scattered on the ground. Sieg retracted his knife and glanced at the crowd.
Dongchen let go of the old bishop. At this time, there was no point in arresting this old guy anymore.
Bergobold put Anne into Christina's arms and ran frantically to the Despair, which had a big hole in it.
"My car, damn, my car. Oh! God. My baby, my heart."
"My Lord Bishop, Lord Commander, it's not good, the injured knights are going crazy."
Bad news came one after another. Dongchen glanced at the knight who came to report the news, and looked at the scratches on his face, feeling a flash of uneasiness in his heart.
No one mentioned burning at the stake anymore, and no one mentioned the devil anymore.
Everyone knows what a damaged locomotive means.
Relying solely on manpower to fight against insects is not only dangerous, but the harvest will be reduced to an unimaginable level.
The food crisis is coming quietly.
Dongchen took his group and Sieg back to the bar.
Everyone's faces looked ugly.
"What should I do?" A mercenary threw his wine glass on the table, his young face showing despair and panic.
"Our car was blown up by a long-range weapon. I saw those big craters, which may be battleship cannons." Bergbod told the worst news.
Everyone is silent.
"Don't those big guys even leave us any way to survive?" A certain mercenary expressed everyone's feelings with a sad face.
Dongchen pointed at the table with his hand: "Is it possible to repair the hover car? Let's put together the remaining ones."
"It's possible." Bergobold's eyes lit up, then quickly dimmed: "But it's not very hopeful."
Thinking about those half-broken hover cars, Science Monster felt really unsure.
"No matter what, I have to give it a try."
The mercenaries looked at Science Monster expectantly, and Bergbird, who was chasing the duck, nodded.
"Boss, it's bad, Jack is crazy."
The mercenary who had previously lost his hand was tied to a chair, his face was pale, and the exposed skin was peeling off as he struggled, a kind of scurf that looked like dust.
Christina wanted to open his eyes to check, but was frightened away by him baring his teeth.
Crazy?
Sharp teeth, gray and bloodshot eyes, and a constant roar from the depths of his throat.
Dongchen discovered that the flesh and blood on his severed arm was moving abnormally.
He used his sword to peel off the bandage, and the flesh and blood that squirmed like maggots made the crowd almost vomit.
"Has anyone been hurt by him?" Dong Chen suddenly asked.
Mercenaries, you look at me and I look at you, their expressions are all unnatural.
A female mercenary retreated in panic, and Dongchen stabbed her with his sword.
"What are you doing?"
"Check to see if she is injured." Withdrawing the sword from the collapsed female mercenary, Dongchen and Siege looked at each other for a moment, then turned and left.
"Bird, Christina, let's go fix the car."
In the quiet street, three people, one large and one small, walked quickly. The man in the lead looked with deep worry in his eyes.
"We have to grab time, those knights are very dangerous."
"You mean, they might..." Christina looked horrified, and she understood what Dongchen meant.
"I knew it, Anne, we were going to be doomed this time." Bergbird muttered desperately.
The little angel sat quietly in Christina's arms, without any sadness at all.
"Brother will protect us."
"Yes, I will protect you." Dongchen responded firmly, holding his sword.
Half-broken motorcycles were scattered everywhere, one in the east and one in the west. It would take a lot of time to find what you need among these junks, not to mention it was still night.
The moon in the sky was very weak and the light was extremely dim. Even if we found a few flashlights from the car, they would not be of much use.
Dongchen and the others worked hard all night but failed to repair a single car.
In the early morning, Sieg found them with a few mercenaries.
"We need a car."
"How many cars?"
"At least five."
"We don't have enough manpower. Besides, whether it can be repaired well or not is another matter." Dongchen pointed at Bergbird, who was still busy: "Among us, he is the only one who knows how to repair cars."
Sieg covered his head and cursed twice: "Okay, I'll give you the man. But you have to repair ours first."
"Is there any difference?" Dongchen glanced at the rags speechlessly.
Sieg stared blankly, then suddenly kicked the sand hard: "Go and help. Also, keep an eye on the car."
With the help of a few half-baked mercenaries who usually took care of maintenance, and the sun rising, the progress finally sped up.
However, Dongchen discovered that there were always some people in the town who poked their heads in from time to time, and he didn't know what their intentions were.
The work continued until noon, when Bergbold collapsed beside a car: "I can't hold on anymore."
"How long is it estimated to take?"
"At least three days." Bergobold blinked.
"Let's go to the bar."
The mercenary, who had not slept all night, opened his eyes as Dongchen and others arrived.
"Has the car been repaired?" Sieg asked.
"No." Dongchen sat next to him: "The damage is too serious. We can't repair it in less than three days."
"Come with me." Sieg stood up.
In the dark confinement room, three mercenaries were tightly tied to chairs. One of them was no longer human, with large areas of skin cracked and stained with blood. Two fangs protruded from his lips, and his gray eyes were full of blood.
As ferocious as a wolf.
Dongchen recognized him because he was missing a hand.