Not only did we recover all the robbed ores, but we also pocketed all the enemy's other supplies.
Each soldier had to carve out some of the piles of supplies, armor, weapons... Fortunately, all the enemy's horses were preserved, otherwise all these things would have to be dug and buried. That wouldn't hurt.
Kill me?
"Okay!" I got on the horse and said, "Let's go."
The long team snaked forward like a long snake. Martin Luther and I, with two hundred men on horseback, stood guard at the end of the team.
The camp behind us had been burned to the ground, and in the strong wind, the blazing fire lit up half of the night sky. Since we were on the enemy's territory, we did not dare to stay too long. After running wildly all night, we finally set foot on the dark land, high in the sky.
My anxious heart was relieved.
"Are you tired? I can just stay here." Martin Luther said to me, "You go to the front!"
I nodded and lifted up the face shield of my helmet: "Okay. I'll leave it to you then!"
Martin Luther smiled and said to me: "No problem, you have to keep an eye on those guys. I'm worried that they will slack off in the relaxed atmosphere after the war."
Grandpa Red-Nosed’s experience is really rich! When I led the guards to approach our team and passed through a small forest, I saw the eight guards who had just been assigned to the four living treasures standing by the woods like fools, but there was a sound coming from the woods.
Making a sound like a killing pig...
"Let's go, let's go..." The guard used his knife to push away the curious soldiers passing by: "What's there to see?"
"The sound inside is a bit like Marfa." Uncle Maize beside me reminded me in a low voice.
Yes, if you lower that yelling voice by two octaves, it does look a lot like Marfa.
I rode up to a guard and tapped his helmet with my riding crop.
"Sir...sir!" The guard looked like he had been caught committing a thief, and his reaction was very slow.
I nodded to him as an answer: "What are you doing?"
"Look...look at the wind, sir!" He swallowed hard. The poor guy looked frightened.
I shook my riding crop at them and said, "So, you are all the same?"
"Yes..." Several people looked like they were about to cry: "It's the commander's order."
"Uncle Maize! Catch the people inside." I really wanted to know what these four living treasures were doing: "Drive away these spectators."
"yes!"
The tall and tall Uncle Maize turned over, dismounted, and took only three steps into the woods. As he walked through the bushes, his agility made me amazed.
Immediately, the sound of a whip hitting a human body and Uncle Maize's angry curses were heard.
"What are you doing? Get up! Get up! Do you still look like officers?"
"Wow!"
"Who is it?"
"Uncle Maize! Don't hit me!"
It sounded like someone was out of luck.
"Get out!" Uncle Mazer's voice revealed irresistible majesty: "Governor Cohen wants to see you!"
Jack, who was the first to run out, gave me a silly smile of "hehe" and ran to the side to stand while touching the place where he was struck by the whip with his hand. Only then did I notice that his armor was in a mess.
Then came Moya and Helter, with the same awkward smile and the same messy clothes and armor.
It's strange, I think of Uncle Maize's roar... Could it be that these guys are inside... Anyone who molests a woman during the march will be "clicked"! My brows furrowed, and I was already thinking about what to do.
I apologize for these guys.
With a "pop" sound, a guy who had been stripped down to his underwear was thrown in front of my horse by Uncle Maize: "He was pressed underneath."
My head buzzed, and sure enough...
"Boss... boss!" The guy raised his head and spoke to me. It was actually Mafa: "They bullied me..."
Although my brain couldn't react at the moment, I knew that at least they didn't have to lose their heads because the military law hadn't had time to write down the crime of molesting a man.
It was really a blessing from the gods, even though he did nothing.
"Banana, you're a watermelon!" Knowing that it was nothing serious, I got angry and dragged Mafa towards the woods. He really shouldn't be on a crowded road like this.
"What are you looking at!" I kicked Moya and Jack and cursed at the guards: "Keep looking at you!"
"What the hell is going on!" When we reached the depths of the woods and pointed at the noses of some bastards, my face almost turned blue.
"That's it, boss!" Haiert said to me hastily: "Don't be angry yet!"
It seems they still remember that I rarely get angry with my brothers. Of course, the intensity is directly proportional to the number of times I get angry. The last time I got angry was when four bastards tricked me into stealing apples.
"Say!" I almost yelled. Several bastards made me think hard: "What are you doing!"
"When we walked outside the woods." Jack stopped smiling, apologized to me for being careful, and his words became particularly concise: "Moya took off his helmet and said it was hot!"
"Yes, yes!" Moya nodded, his forehead stained with sweat.
"Mafa teased Moya, saying that he couldn't choose armor himself!" Haiert continued.
"Then he started to brag about how good his armor was." Jack continued: "It looks so graceful when worn."
I look at poor Mafa. He looks like he has been ravaged. Where does he have the slightest bit of grace? Is he still graceful?
"We asked around and finally found out that he borrowed my money to establish a relationship with the master, so he got this combined armor!"
"I also stole two bottles of red wine that Haiert had hidden under the bed..."
My head started to get bigger: “Let’s get to the point!”
"Yes! So we dragged him into the woods, took off his armor, and beat him up! It's over!" Helter said the result.
So that’s it. It seems that no one is interested in Marfa’s butt. I should be happy, but why is my heart getting more and more angry? The hand holding the riding crop is getting tighter and tighter?
"Boss... they also said." Mafa complained to me with a cry: "I don't have too much meat on my body, and it feels good when I flatten it..."
"We just finished a fierce battle..." I spat out what I wanted to say word by word, and slowly raised the hand holding the riding crop: "You haven't thought about the shortcomings in the battle, how to make up for it after the war, and what's more
In the mood for joking?"
The riding crop was whipped down, and a sound ten times louder than the previous scream echoed in the woods.
"Ah! Boss!"
"I won't dare to do that again!"
"And in the future?"
"No ah!"
I was walking on horseback, followed by three dejected living treasures. Mafa fell behind because she was still busy putting on her armor.
"Haha!" Jack, who spent the most time with me among the few, knew that my anger was almost gone: "Boss, stop being so sullen."
"screw you!"
"Don't be like this! Boss..." Jack saw the door and immediately came over: "If you keep your face sullen, my little heart won't be able to bear it..."
"You are an officer now!" I said angrily, "Don't be so playful!"
"Oh!" Haiert answered: "Then there's nothing we can do anymore, sir?"
"Ah?" Moya pretended to be surprised: "Then I don't want to be an officer! I want to be brothers with Cohen."
There is offense and defense, and the coordination is really good.
I stopped my horse and said slowly: "Do you have any ideals for the future?"
"Imagination?" Jack blinked: "Brother, do you have any?"
"I do." Moya nodded: "I just raised you up well. What about you, Haiert?"
"Me? I haven't thought about it carefully."
"Whether you have it now or not, you will always have it in the future." I said, "Whether you want to have money, have beautiful women, have rights, or want a free life... people will always have ideals."
"What does this have to do with us now?"
"It does matter!" I replied in a serious tone that rarely appeared in me: "To realize your ideal, you must have the strength! Can you realize it just by lying in bed and thinking about your ideal every day?"
"The fathers are right, this is a troubled world." I glanced at everyone's face: "If you don't have the strength, let alone realize your ideals, you won't even be able to save your own life! What is strength? What we have in our hands now
The army is strength! I can't manage it alone, I need your help."
"Even if you don't tell us, we will still help you." Moya said, "You are the boss!"
"Speaking of the boss." I smiled bitterly: "I really hope you can come out from behind me, the boss."
"Ah? Why is this?" Haiert said anxiously: "Although I often want to take back my original position, I just think about it! Boss, don't abandon us!"
"I have no intention of abandoning you. Our friendship will always exist and will not change."
"and you……"
"Think about it, if this continues, ten or twenty years from now, what kind of language will others use when referring to you?"
"This is Mr. Helter, a good friend of Cohen Kedar." I pointed at them one by one and said: "This is Moya, this is Jack, this is Mafa, they are all Cohen Kedar.
Good friends. Do you feel good when you hear someone introduce you like this?"
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Mafa asked.
"I hope that all my brothers will be famous all over the world! Moreover, they will be famous all over the world with their own names! Not connected with other people's names." I smiled: "At that time, I will be very happy that I am
Your boss! Being introduced as your friend will be the happiest thing for me!"
"If you want to be lazy, just say it clearly!" Haiert understood and found an excuse to walk away: "You are still talking in circles!"
You big watermelon, give you some sunshine and you will be brilliant!
"But I still don't understand..." Mafa muttered.
"Put on your armor!" Moya also understood: "Keep thinking!"
"Oh!" Mafa fell behind again.
The mountain road was winding, and when I turned a corner, I saw a lot of people blocking the pass ahead.
"Helt!"
"yes!"
"Go and see what's going on!"
After a while, Haiert turned back.
"Boss, a car broke down in the pass and blocked the road."
"You and Moya handle it."
"yes!"
"Infantry!" Moya stepped forward and ordered loudly: "Detour from the ridges on both sides of the pass!"
The mountain pass is not very high, so this order is not difficult to execute.
The infantry began to climb up the mountain, and we led a few escorts through the carriages transporting the wounded and walked towards the mountain pass.
"What's going on?" Heldt asked beside a carriage crossing the road in front of him.
Two people crawled out from under the car and said, "Sir, the axle is broken."
"You won't push the car to the side of the road?"
"Report sir! It will be ready soon..."
Haert nodded: "You'd better hurry up, or I want you to look good!"
That's right! How can any officer laugh and laugh all day long?
After walking around the broken carriage, Jack said with emotion: "Helter and Moya were very impressive just now!"
"If you want, you can be like me!" Haiert turned around and said.
"Tch!" Jack said with great disdain: "I don't want your kind!"
"Are there many different types of momentum?" Moya asked.
"Of course! I've already counted them." The look of Jack's fingers was very cute: "There are the arrogant type, the upright type, the majestic type, the simple and friendly type... There are also the fox-fake-powerful type, the dog-fighting type...
"
"Then which one do you choose?" Haiert struggled not to laugh.
"I want to choose a gentle and elegant style, but I can't bear to give up a dashing hairstyle... I had already decided to choose a personable style yesterday... but just now someone was bullied because of this. It's so difficult to deal with!"
I hurriedly lowered my head to hold back my laughter, but my shoulders were still twitching involuntarily, probably because of someone's "handsome" encounter. When I raised my head, I glanced at Mafa inadvertently, only to find that Mafa's face suddenly changed.
Extremely pale!
"Watch your head!" Mafa shouted loudly!
"Get off your horse and throw yourself down!" Almost at the same time, I also shouted!
Mafa followed from a distance and saw a faint black cloud forming rapidly above our heads. But I heard a "sizzling" sound coming from above our heads.
I am very grateful to the two uncles Tenacy and Wilbur for training us, because the results of our several years of training are clearly shown in the moment before the danger arrives.
Geert turned sideways and fell directly to the ground. Jack screamed and fell backwards. Moya and I lowered our heads, pressed our bodies and tilted. We held the horse's neck with our hands and slid down, falling to the ground.
"Pah! Pah!" More than a dozen arm-thick lightning bolts flashed with dazzling white light, drawing winding snake-shaped routes in the air, and struck us head-on!
"Damn it! You're going to die!" I said with a wry smile. (To be continued)