Blood tax

Chapter 132 One Enemy Two Hundred

Enemy attack!

Griffith held the short gun in his hand and stabbed into the darkness.He didn't see the enemy's position clearly at all, so he could only restrain him by feeling in a hurry.

The short gun embedded itself in the tree trunk with a "snap" and could not be pulled out.At the same time, Griffith has drawn out the long sword at his waist to protect his chest.

A gust of wind came from behind, and the enemy had already circled behind him.The powerful ice shield that had been prefabricated broke instantly, and the blade then tore through the double-layer armor on his back shoulder and the two short spears, but the impact of the broken ice shield hindered the sword's momentum and did not cut into the gap between the helmet and the armor.

Griffith immediately unfolded the new streamer shield, and slashed towards the back, only to see a tall and vigorous figure and a cold light coming towards him in the blink of an eye.

"clang!"

Griffith missed the shot, and the ice shield burst again.The iron helmet on the top of the head has been cut with a deep scratch, hurting the skull.In a blink of an eye, the blood stained the left side of his face red.If it weren't for the defense of the shield and helmet, Griffith estimated that he would have been completely overwhelmed.

"Tsk tsk, you're dressed like a tortoise, you have no martial arts!" The vague figure dodged the trainee knight's counterattack sword, retreated to the side, and looked at it playfully.

This is a young swordsman about 20 years old, with messy light yellow fluffy curly hair, very handsome, with a free and unrestrained smile on his brows, it is hard to imagine that he is here to take people's lives.The lean and sexy bronze-colored upper body is casually wearing a short jacket, holding a gleaming long sword in each hand, spinning with the wrists like clouds and flowing water.

His gestures are clean and neat, with a kind of cynical laziness and chic, which makes people think of elegant and deadly cheetahs.

With superb sword skills, extraordinary temperament and self-confidence, he is a formidable enemy.

"I am an apprentice knight of the Lamor family, Griffith Blanton, second-class captain, winner of the Silver Eagle Medal," Griffith dropped the bow and arrow bag at his waist, and raised his hand towards the swordsman. Jian saluted, "May I ask your honorable name?"

"Lancenis, the sword master out of interest," the random enemy nodded slightly, "Then let's start, your head looks quite suitable for holding wine."

Juggernaut?

He said he was a Juggernaut?
Is it the Juggernaut of the Sequence 6 Transcendent concept of the Strange Path?

Griffith was taken aback but didn't ask the question, the answer doesn't matter now.

Lansenis' attack was too sharp to understand, and neither the double armor nor the ice shield could resist his sharpness.Griffith restrained his breath, took off the vanguard shield, and concentrated on slowly moving to occupy the position, ready to fight to the death.

Lansenis watched him like the instructor of the students in the examination school, with a smile on his face, moving slowly to match his pace.

Under the bright moon, the two moved to the sloping river bank in the valley.The open terrain there makes it easier to cast Griffith's frost spell.Not far from them is the majestic Beit River Dam.

The silver moon is immersed in the water, and the quiet mountain forest and the evening wind watched the battle attentively and breathlessly.

The long sword in Lansenis' hand shone like a blue gem under the moonlight.Griffith couldn't help being attracted by these weapons, and was fascinated by them.

Lansenis stepped on the water and slashed at the trainee knight with his sword.

Suddenly a wall of ice appeared in the air.The azure blue long sword smashed the ice but lost its direction and strength.Griffith seized the opportunity and swiped his sword towards the swordsman.

Unsurprisingly, the sword fell through.Griffith immediately set off the extremely cold air, and took advantage of the momentum to draw out the feather fencing and swung it back.

"clang!"

Lansenis lifted his sword lightly to block it, and at the same time withdrew, standing in the cold water and looking at the enemy in front of him: "What happened to the ice wall just now? Is this cold air a spell or an enchanted weapon? It seems You are not an ordinary minion, your master values ​​you very much."

At this moment, a rumbling roar resounded through the forest, and the water shook violently.The mighty dike overhead made a frightening bang.

"Fuck!"

With a loud cry, Lansenis turned and ran towards the west bank of the Beit River.At the same time, Griffith, who understood what was going on, also put away his weapon and ran towards the east bank.

"The dam broke! Run!"

The rebels who were still working on the embankment let out earth-shattering screams.Immediately afterwards, the torrential flood tore up the broken stone dam, and hundreds of rebels on the dam were rolled up and roared downstream.

Griffith hurriedly climbed up to the east bank, grabbed the bow and arrow he had just dropped, and ran to a higher place.The mountain torrents that swept down destroyed boulders and trees, and roared behind him, like countless galloping horses roaring away.

Maglius' alliance is finished.

Although there is still some distance from the downstream camp, the military camp does not have a direct access to the Beit River.However, such violent mountain torrents have accumulated the power after the snow melted in early spring, and the raging flood will rush into the Vero River and then flood the camp on the bank.In the dark of night, it was too late to wait until the unsuspecting legionnaires found out that the Velo River had swelled.

After the collapse of the only regular army in the area, what would Sonia and the others who were trapped in Beit Manor do?

Griffith hid on a high ground and watched the flood in front of his eyes, gritted his teeth and had no choice but to leave.

Now, it's time to find another way to defeat the 5000 rebels.

……

On the tower of Baron Bett's castle, Sonia watched silently as the muddy torrent roared from the east of the castle.Floods poured down from the mountains in the north, wrapped in boulders and trees, and made a loud noise that shook the sky.On the lower ground on the banks of the Beit River, some rebel soldiers who had no time to evacuate were struggling in the flood, and it didn't take long for them to disappear into the yellowish water together with their torches, broken trees, and huts.

Sonia bit her lips tightly, trembling uncontrollably with her hands folded on her chest.She and everyone knew that a regular army was encamped on the south bank of the Vero River, and was going to cross the river in the morning to attack.Under the turbulent waves, the reinforcements and the hope of relief disappeared together.

Professor Weitzleben, who insisted on staying and fighting, returned to the room without saying a word.

Baron Bate's face was pale, leaning against the cold stone wall, touching a dagger at his waist, wondering what he was thinking.The floodwaters have already covered the farmland on the bank and slapped on the village wall below.The few militiamen ran around shouting on the wall of the village, and the militia captain just watched them pass the frightening news to every family.

"Should we break through?" Sonia felt that she was about to lose the ability to speak, and she managed to utter a word with her dry mouth.

Lana and Murat frowned and looked around, their eyes shifted from the village wall to the flooded embankment, and then to the flooded ferry not too far away.There were some boats crossing the river there, but at this time, it is unknown where they were washed up.Fiona looked from Lana to Sonia, as if waiting for an idea.

"Your Excellency, please inform the militiamen to stick to their posts," Sonia summoned up her courage and said in the calmest voice, "The east side of your manor is a strong castle, and the flood is not enough to threaten the walls of the manor. We must continue to hold on. The town will send more reinforcements."

"boom!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud noise from the northwest of the manor, and a gap in the dilapidated manor wall collapsed after being washed away by the flood, like a slap in the face of Sonia.

At first it was just a two-meter-wide cave-in.As the muddy torrent rolled and slapped, the clods and bricks on both sides collapsed and fell into the muddy water one by one, forming a large slope with a width of seven meters.

"The wall is falling!"

A militiaman on the wall of the village screamed, and everyone in the manor looked up to see the astonishing breach.Then hundreds of people shouted in unison, and the terrified commotion of men and women was like a tide.The militiamen around Nona and Kulala, who were on guard on the manor wall, ran everywhere, and they couldn't catch them.

After a while, the north wall cracked and collapsed in several places.Although no large-scale breach was formed, the entire north wall was crumbling.

Everyone gathered on the castle was stunned for a moment.

……

Baron Bate sent his servants to pull people up to block the mouth, but they pulled this one and that one in the dark, and no one wanted to abandon their family and take risks on the wall at this time.This continued to be noisy until dawn, but not even a suitable piece of wood was found.

Berthier brought some people and tried to build a wall with magic spells.He painstakingly planned the building plan, and erected a new wall behind the breach relying on the building.But the wet and soft soil fell down one after another soon after being erected, and there was no way to stabilize it without enough supports.

It was not until the sky was slightly bright that the flood calmed down a little.The big breach in the manor wall was not blocked at all.

The rumble of war drums echoed in the morning light.

In the distant camp of the rebels, more than [-] large rafts have been dispatched, crossing the yellow water and approaching the breach in the north wall.They have not launched an attack since they surrounded the manor, just waiting for this moment.

At the same time, there are also large groups of rebels on the outside of the west and south walls.They came on boats and ants gathered.

The number of rebels who went straight to the north wall was close to two hundred.They held long spears and hatchets, bent bows and set arrows, wore short coats and cloth scarves, and made strange noises towards the baron's manor amidst the sound of drums.

The morale in the already chaotic manor was gone, and there was no one to repair and defend the walls.

Weitzleben came back from his room. He prepared a batch of spell configurations, drew them on parchment and distributed them to everyone, and asked all magic students to divide into groups to prepare.

"But, without a fence, what if the rebels rush in?" Several students asked together, "It is impossible for our magic spell to form a long-term barrier."

There are no more militias on the estate to fill the front lines.The small number of city defense troops were also panicked, and it was impossible to defend the huge gap slope.

"I'll block the gap. Nona and Kulala will defend the walls on the other two sides." Lana responded.

He grabbed a special black cloak and draped it over his armor, turned around and walked towards the castle stairs, saying to everyone, "Mura continues to reorganize the militia and city defense army, we need to prepare a reserve team."

His eyes were hidden, and he first glanced at Professor Weitzleben: "Professor, don't make a move. There may be extraordinary people or evil believers hidden in the rebel army."

"I have my own plan." The professor said coldly.

Lana looked at Fiona again: "Prepare the sealed items, I will need them."

The daughter of Xia Long's family was stunned for a moment, then shook her head hastily: "These are two hundred rebels! They will kill you!"

Lana's gaze swept across the rebel brigade on the water in the distance outside the window.On the raft full of swords and guns, the atmosphere of chaos and tyranny seems to have substance.

"It's okay." Lana smiled, and hugged Fiona with both hands.The girl was at a loss for a moment, subconsciously raised her head and closed her eyes.

Who would have thought that Lana just tore off Fiona's cloak, took a long gun from Murat, and tied the cloak with Chalong's family crest on the gun barrel.

This is, what's the situation... Fiona gouged out her own Shutoral in disappointment and reproach.

"Be careful of their Extraordinary." Murat warned.

"It's okay," Lana said lightly.
"The rebels are invincible soldiers."

……

The raft was near the breach in the north wall.

Groups of rebels jumped off the raft with spears and axes in hand, and marched towards the slope of the breach in the shallow yellow water.

They made strange screams, and the militiamen, who had already been terrified, ran away when they saw them from a distance.Baron Bett's manor is like an undressed girl, trembling under their clutches.

Just when the rebels were about to board the breach, a firm figure as solid as a mountain brazenly blocked them.

"Long time no see~"

Amidst the sound of rumbling war drums, Lana climbed up the slope formed by the collapse of the earth wall alone, and inserted the spear flag with the emblem of Xialong in his hand into the mud behind him.The wind was strong, and under the banner of swords and roses, he was wearing a solid armor and standing with a sword in his hand, facing the surging tide of rebels, standing like a rock.

"Come on! Griffith alone blocked hundreds of goblins. The story has been going on for half a year." Lana's expression was calm, and he was even a little excited. "Today, I will let everyone see Xia Long's black wolf enemy The heroic posture of two hundred."

The rebels quickly approached, opened their bows and arrows, and a dozen feathered arrows shot at Lanaqi.He turned slightly sideways, raised his black cloak and swept away with a strong wind, and the arrows scattered in all directions without any damage.

After a round of arrows, the rebel infantry had already rushed down the slope, holding wooden guns, like rats devouring humans with fierce eyes, roaring and gesticulating with their guns up and down.They neither advanced nor retreated. While staring at the soldiers standing in front of them holding long swords, they watched the steps of their comrades, yelling, but none of them took half a step forward.

"What? Aren't you coming up?" Lana asked coldly in a majestic voice.

No one responded to the dense crowd, but a few people retreated into the crowd.

Surrounded by forests of gunpoints, Lana unbuttoned the cloak, waved it off, swept the crowd around him with cold eyes, took the wolf-head-like helmet in his hand, and buckled it on his head. Below the armor.

The resolute and tough face is hidden in the darkness.An ominous and vicious aura almost turned into the illusion of a beast.

With a long sword and heavy armor, he approached the rebels step by step like a ferocious black giant wolf.The rebels gathered at the bottom of the slope swarmed and collapsed for a while, only to hear the faint murmur coming from under the terrifying visor.

"Then I will come."

As soon as the words fell, the gust of wind rushed in, and the black shadows attacked violently.The sharp sword edge whizzed towards it, like a forest of spears that turned into straw under the sickle in a blink of an eye.

Lana broke through the gun formation with only one step, the tip of the gun was broken like catkins flying all over the sky, and the morale of the rebel army was shaken.He stepped forward again, and the horse-chopping sword swept across the crowd, splitting the spine and breaking the limbs, and the one would be shattered immediately.

With one blow, he killed seven or eight people.Hundreds of rebels screamed in unison, one clamored forward, and the other turned around and ran away.

Lana launched a charge with Zhanmajian.

Where the blade of the sword flies, everyone is ashamed.The group of rebels who stepped forward was swept away by the sword wind, and the corpses were scattered all over the ground in the blink of an eye, and the rest of them were in a mess.

Suddenly, two nimble figures flashed across the crowd.Their whereabouts are erratic and extremely fast like phantoms, which have surpassed the limits of mortals.

The Extraordinary with the characteristics of an assassin in the rebel army made a move.

Taking advantage of the cover of the crowd, they leaned over and slashed at Lana's calf with the sword's sharp edge.The dagger cut all over the ankle and calf, and sparks burst out, and the palms of both of them holding the dagger were numb for a while.

"It's so hard!" The assassin exclaimed, and glared angrily at the iron armored soldier in front of him, rolled to one side to avoid it, and hid among his companions again.

They were like swimming fish into water among the crowd, moving freely and smoothly, and they were about to look for an opportunity to attack again.

Lana had already noticed them, and after a slash, he suddenly restrained his sharpness, with his belly in his chest.The air on the battlefield seemed to be swallowed by him, and Fiona and the others who were watching the battle from afar on the castle felt an extremely solemn and oppressive suffocation, as if a black hole devouring the world appeared there, and even the sound could not escape the clutches of his clutches.

"Hurrah!"

Lana let out a battle cry that was like thunder.The hordes of rebels that surged up from the breach trembled together. Many people's eardrums were bleeding, and they almost fell into a state of deceleration and dizziness, unable to move on the soft and slippery mud.

Heartbreaking!

Under this roar, the legs of the two shadowy assassins were as stiff as lead, and they immediately showed their figures.

"Found you."

Lana, who was in black armor all over, was like a wild beast that chose to eat people, with red eyes, and swept across with a huge sword in his hand like a landslide.

The assassin and the group of rebels were still stuck in the soft wet mud, screaming together.The violent wind pressure swept over them, tearing them apart.A half body dragged its stomach and intestines and flew backwards, and the head on the shoulders still had unbelievable eyes open.

"Ah!"

Lana roared angrily, and swiped down the sharp sword again, the skulls of the rebels shattered like tofu.A bloody path was torn apart by the blade in the crowded crowd, severed limbs and stomachs splashed like raindrops, and the warm blood poured over the faces of the comrades behind.

The mournful cry of the rebel brigade resounded through the sky.They were crowded together and pushed back into the deep water by one person.Only the bravest few at the front faced the horrifying giant sword and instantly turned into pieces. The infantry in the back were so frightened that they fell into the muddy water and struggled.

This is the horse-killing sword of the Eastern Legion.The selected tall warriors wear heavy armor, wear iron boots, and hold a giant sword of the same size as they advance against the wall.Anyone who is swept by this sharp blade will be crushed instantly.

Even though there are a large number of bandits, with 200 people attacking one person, it feels like swords are everywhere, death and broken limbs follow everywhere, screams and screams cover the wilderness.

In the chaotic screams, there were strange sounds, which were not only the rustling sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, but also like the continuous sound of splashing into the water.

This strange reverberation horrifies anyone who realizes its brutal implications.

The rebels were crowded in knee-high muddy water and were chased and killed by one person.Surrounded by accomplices who were obstructing his escape, shoving and yelling at each other, the giant black wolf tore into pieces of flesh in the crowd, its bloody and fierce light made people frightened and wanted to flee to the distant frozen land.

The rebel army, who had been fierce a few minutes ago, was routed and rushed towards the raft one after another.

The stagnant water and mud are extremely obstructive when they come, and they are like a natural moat when they run away.Even if they push and shove, they can't escape the beheading of Lana.Some jumped onto the raft, but the rest, unable to squeeze in, clung to the edge and refused to let go.

There were more and more people fleeing for their lives. Seeing that the raft was about to sink, the perpetrators slashed wildly with knives, and there were so many fingers on the raft that they could be picked up with their hands.

Amidst the screams, the rebels who had no time to escape were swept away by the sword wind of Zhanmajian, and fell to pieces into the muddy water.

As the resistance of the rebels disintegrated, the screams gradually became subdued, replaced by more intensive sounds of falling water, like a torrential rain falling on a lake.

The bandit eye who was still on the raft was frightened and hurriedly propped up the raft, leaving behind his comrades who were still calling for help and fled to the old camp, lest they be left behind by others.

"mob."

Lana grabbed half of the corpse in the water and wiped off the blood on the blade, turned around and went back to the top of the slope, found a rock and sat down, with the Horse-Chopping Sword across his lap, took out a piece of bread and ate it.

　There is only one chapter today.This time, Griffith's friend is going to step up for the first teamfight of the book.When he arrives with reinforcements, there will be a long-lost regular battle.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)