"Matthews?!" Andrea's expression remained unchanged, but his voice seemed to come from between his teeth, "What are your people doing here?"
"Haha, of course we are here to find the Templar knight wanted by the Holy See." A man with a mustache walked in the door, wearing a big sword and a short sword at his waist.
Behind him, lightly armored warriors holding swords and shields filed in, and faced off against the Gothic swordsmen.
"Want to try a few tricks here?" Andrea sneered, "Win two out of three games, and the loser will automatically quit?"
"Stop joking." Captain Matthews responded with a sarcastic tone, "Even if we win, will you Iron Cross really quit obediently?"
"Of course." Andrea said righteously, "We at Iron Cross have always kept our promises. But you are so free-spirited that you do a lot of negotiating in the front and overturning the table in the back."
"Are these people mercenaries too?" Nora asked quietly, standing behind the crowd.
"Ventlibre, a well-known mercenary group in the Kingdom of West Frankia." Ask replied, "It is an old enemy of the Iron Cross Mercenary Group."
"Of course, any large mercenary group with a sufficient scale will almost inevitably have discord and resentment among themselves. After all, there are only a few large-scale orders in the world every year, and they have to fight to the death every time."
"Oh." Nora took out a piece of paper and wrote it down, and she couldn't help but become very interested in these anecdotes about the mercenary world.
"If you don't participate in the competition, then why are you blocking us at the gate of the castle?" Andrea asked him, "Are you planning to surround and kill us all here in advance in order to monopolize von Kesim's bounty?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding mercenaries immediately started making noises. Matthews's face changed, and he immediately sneered and said:
"Stop sowing discord. We, the Free Wind, have not yet taken action against these idle mercenaries."
"On the other hand, you Iron Cross have made really precise calculations. The bounty offered by the Holy See to von Kersim is 500 pounds, but you only give 5 pounds for providing clues? Are you really treating everyone as coolies?"
"Everyone!" Matthews turned to everyone and said loudly, "Whoever can find clues about Feng Kesim can come to our Free Wind Mercenary Group. Let's go together and kill Feng Kesim, and the bounty will be divided into 100 pounds.
remuneration!"
The crowd suddenly became agitated again. These idle mercenaries were basically in groups of three to five. Even if they were a team of 5, each of them could get 20 pounds from the 100 pound bounty, which was far more than the price given by Iron Cross.
As for participating in the battle to kill Feng Kesim, as long as the price is high enough, who among the people present will be afraid of death? Those who are afraid of death will not become mercenaries.
"Hahaha." Andrea sneered, "You are trying to betray your teammates again. Aren't you tired of the wind of freedom? Last time in Bourgueil, West Francia, you also offered a 100-pound bounty. As a result,
All the mercenaries who provided clues died in the battle... Was the 100-pound bounty sent to their families later?"
"You still have the nerve to mention that thing about Burgoy?" Matthews immediately turned his face and angrily said, "If you Steel Cross hadn't ambushed us outside, how many of those mercenaries would have died innocently? The idle mercenaries have nothing to do with you.
You have no grievance, but you actually dare to kill me!"
"My mercenary brothers who have already received two dinars here, do you really think that the Iron Cross will give you money as a charity? Be careful and leave without your life if you take the money!"
The two men were ridiculing and belittling each other, and were rebuking each other with righteous indignation. They were provoking every word and making heart-wrenching sentences. The mercenaries around them were confused. Which side should I believe?
"It's really wonderful." Medea folded her arms and showed an astonished expression, "I thought the mercenaries were all stinky guys full of muscles, but I didn't expect them to be so intrigued by each other."
"This kind of thing is relatively peaceful." Asker said, "If you really want to do something dirty, they will do more dirty tricks than you can imagine."
"For example, he lurks at the entrance of the passage and waits for the competitors who have completed the task to come out and then kill them; or for example, pretending to be the employer, deliberately concealing the dangerous task as easy difficulty, and then deceiving the competitors to die."
"There are also cases where spies are sent to lurk in rival teams, and then they quietly create divisions and internal strife in the team, and finally get rid of the boss and take over himself... There are many similar cases."
"Is this really going to happen?" Nora almost trembled when she heard it. She felt that she was as innocent as a little white flower. The examples Asker mentioned, just describing them had exceeded the lower limit of her imagination.
"That's why I want to form a small team." Asker replied, "When the number of people increases, all kinds of weird troubles will follow. It's better to keep it to about seven or eight people, and each other can't help each other."
Know the roots and know the bottom.”
The three people were whispering behind each other, and the quarrel over there finally came to an end.
The members of the Iron Cross Mercenary Group stood on the right and continued to pay commissions to the mercenaries.
The people from the Free Wind Mercenary Group stood to the left, clearly keeping a distance from the people from the Iron Cross.
Idle mercenaries kept approaching, inquiring about the bounty and specific shares, and Matthews responded to them all with a smile on his face.
No matter how hard the two large mercenary groups don't deal with it, it's still a good thing for the idle mercenaries. Many smart ones have even thought of taking both sides:
If you really find clues to von Kersim, first get a 5-pound bounty for Iron Cross, and then join Freewind's combat team, and you can get the bounties from both sides.
A certain mercenary walked out of the castle gate, took out the two silver coins he had just received, and looked at them under the noon sun, as if to determine the authenticity of their workmanship.
The next second, his head exploded out of thin air, as if a miniature bomb had been installed from the inside.
"Enemy attack!" The first person to warn was the sword and shield warriors on the Free Wind side. Everyone, including Matthews, rolled on the spot, and Gululu rolled behind the pillars and walls.
The Iron Cross mercenary group on the opposite side also reacted very quickly. When they leaned over, a horse fell to the ground, and then quickly crawled to find cover.
The tactical quality of the remaining idle mercenaries was not so high. The sound of broken glass was heard, and another standing mercenary was shot in the head. Only then did the crowd burst out in frightened screams, and some people pulled out their arms in confusion.
Looking around, some panicked and rushed out of the door, while others looked around subconsciously. Following the example of these large mercenary groups, the people also fell to the ground, looking confused.
There was a continuous sound of headshots coming from outside the castle, ringing out at a regular rate of two per second.
On the distant mountain peak, Feng Kesim, lying in the grass, held the sniper rifle and pulled the trigger steadily and rhythmically.
Bullets ejected from his gun muzzle and flew across a long distance in the air, accurately killing the mercenaries who escaped from the castle one by one.
Soon there was no one left standing outside the castle. Feng Kesim spat out the grass stem in his mouth, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his scarred mouth.
With a "bang", the Gothic swordsman behind the pillar fell down. The bullet from the sniper rifle penetrated the concrete pillar layer and shot through his neck.
Half of the strong Frankish man's neck was broken, exposing large areas of flesh and blood, as well as cross-sections of his spine and trachea. He fell to the ground and twitched without making a sound.
The moment the gunfire rang out, Asker extended his spirituality and sent Medea and Nora back to Fire Island. He rolled on the spot, took the slide, and hid in the small space under the stairs.
.
"This is the memory function of the prosthetic eye." He thought to himself as he looked at the fallen corpse in front of him.
The so-called prosthetic eye memory refers to Von Kesim's modified prosthetic eye, which can record the traces of enemies within the field of vision.
Any enemy who has been exposed to the sight of the prosthetic eye, even if he hid behind a bunker in time, the database inside the prosthetic eye will "remember" which bunker the opponent hid in, and then the sniper rifle will calmly and blindly fire, and the bullet will penetrate the bunker.
Cause damage.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The gunfire from the distance rang again. At the first shot, a mercenary hiding behind the wall screamed. The bullet broke his arm, leaving only a little bit left.
The flesh and skin are attached;
The second sound was a hollow one, making a hollow in the limestone floor;
With the third sound, the edge of the stone table was torn into pieces, the mercenary hiding behind was shot in the head, and his body hung down softly.
"His prosthetic eyes have memory function!" Andrea roared angrily, "We can't continue like this! Otherwise, even if we hide behind the bunker, we will just give him target practice!"
"You should send out your snipers!" Matthews also growled.
"Of course we have snipers!" Andrea glared angrily, "Don't you? Send one out each, don't talk nonsense! If you hide it, everyone will die!"
"Lyon!" Matthews turned around and shouted.
"Franz!" Andrea shouted back.
So the two snipers crawled out of the bunker, each found a window to lie in wait, and took off the sniper rifles hanging from their backs.
"I don't like this feeling." Leon, the sniper of the Free Wind, muttered, "The enemy is in the dark and we are in the open. This is simply a way to die."
"Don't say anything unlucky," Franz scolded him, "I'll throw a hat on it to attract his burst of fire, and then we'll both get out of the bunker and shoot."
"You can tell his location just by firing one shot?" Leon sneered.
"His sniper rifle is a Killer III. It cannot be equipped with a muzzle brake. There will be gun flames when shooting." Franz was silent for a moment and asked, "What is your visual sequence?"
"Vision II." Leon was silent for a moment, then smiled, "You too?"
"That's right." Franz said, "The moment he shot the hat, we captured the position of the gun flame and killed him with one shot. This is a duel between snipers. Whoever is faster will survive."
"Although it is an unfair duel, at least there is a possibility of winning." Leon held the cross around his neck with his hand and whispered to himself as if praying, "That's it."
"Okay." Franz took off the green beret on his head and took a deep breath, "Countdown."
"3." He said. Several more gunshots were heard, and a mercenary in the hall was shot again.
"2." Matthews and Andrea also looked solemn and solemn.
"1." Ask, who was behind the stairs, disappeared and reappeared in the blink of an eye with Mi'er.
The green beret was thrown high, and two snipers suddenly leaned out of the window sill.
There was a gunshot, and the beret was instantly knocked out, flying over the handrail of the stairs and landing in front of Ask and Mi'er.
Found it! Franz and Leon's pupils suddenly narrowed. Through the sights of the sniper rifles, they saw clearly the tiny flash of gunfire on the top of the mountain.
They both pulled the triggers and fired at the same time!
The next second, Leon's body flew backwards. The bullet from the sniper rifle hit his skull, and like the top of a beer bottle, his entire heavenly spirit cap was blown away.
Missed! He dodged!
Franz's spirit was tense to the extreme. He knew in his heart that there was no mistake in the sniper attack made by the two of them. It must be that Feng Kesim rolled over after shooting and left his original position as expected!
Suddenly, he saw a little light on the mountain, and then disappeared without a trace.
It was the reflection of the sniper rifle's eyepiece! His eyepiece immediately caught the bright spot and he pulled the trigger again.
"Bang!" A bloody hole appeared on Franz's forehead, and the sniper rifle slipped from his hand and made a crisp sound on the ground.
On the top of the mountain in the distance, Feng Kesim continued to reload with a sneer, and loosened the silk thread wrapped around his finger.
The other end of the thread extended to the branches above the head, and the fragments of the glass mirror shattered by the bullet fell down and rolled several times on the grass.