Chen Hansheng bent his body and rushed towards the camp on the hillside like a hunting leopard. There were no bullets or arrows in the air, but years of training made him do this instinctively. He held a Type 54 pistol and a dagger on his waist. He glanced around while charging. The long-lost feeling made him feel as if he had returned to the front line of Laoshan, except for the deafening sound of artillery fire.
Kalanda held the sword horizontally with both hands, protecting him at her side. Her expression was calm and solemn, not much different from usual, as if this was just an ordinary and peaceful night. But Chen Hansheng could feel that she was actually a volcano ready to erupt, and as long as that Mais appeared, she would erupt.
In front and behind them were mercenaries surging like a tide, holding all kinds of weapons, howling, and rushing towards the camp. Although there were only a hundred people, they were indeed very imposing.
This was actually a somewhat awkward distance. The charge was a little long, and it was uphill. By the time we got to the camp, everyone would be out of breath, and their fighting capacity would be compromised. But if we walked a little slower, the enemy would react and organize a defense.
Unfortunately, no one expected that a bandit sentry actually had the blood of a demon wolf. Under the moonlight, his strong vitality prevented him from dying immediately after being shot in the heart, and he even let out a dying howl. In this way, the plan to sneak closer and then charge failed.
The camp was already in sight, and it was filled with horse thieves running around in panic. The leader was shouting at them to form a team, and his followers were rushing to fight.
As his eyes swept over the treetops, Chen Hansheng suddenly felt his heart tighten. The battlefield instinct of an old soldier made him roll sideways without hesitation. A sharp arrow hit the place where he should have run, and then the second arrow shot at the mark of his rolling. When the third arrow was about to hit him, a big sword came from the air and chopped the arrow to the ground. Chen Hansheng took this opportunity to stand up and fired three shots at the treetops.
The bullet hit several branches and leaves but missed the target. However, a figure jumped out from behind the leaves and leaped towards another tree.
This was the opportunity Chen Hansheng had been waiting for. He aimed at the black shadow, followed its movement with the muzzle of his gun, and fired the remaining four bullets in one breath.
There was only a plop sound.
The black shadow fell down and lay on the ground motionless.
"I almost confessed." Chen Hansheng whispered, touching his bleeding shoulder that was scratched by a sharp stone. He felt his whole body warm up, that feeling, the feeling he missed.
"Good eyesight." Kalanda stretched out his hand to him. "This man's arrow sequence is no worse than Cole's. He is a master. He is most likely Monica, the 'Falcon Eye'."
She winked at Gamero, who rushed toward where the archer had landed.
Chen Hansheng grasped Kalanda's rough hand, stood up, looked into her eyes and said, "There is always only one breath between a master and a dead person. Keep going."
Kalanda nodded, pointed his sword at the largest tent in the camp, and shouted, "Kill them all!"
In addition to sporadic attacks, some small bandit leaders organized resistance, and some bandits with outstanding martial arts fought stubbornly in various corners. These resistances killed and injured some mercenaries, but eventually collapsed under the surprise attack of Kalanda and several mercenary leaders.
Kalanda and Chen Hansheng rushed to the largest tent in the camp. A surrendered bandit told him that Mais lived in this tent. A silver-white mist rose from her body, which was the prelude to the full-scale explosion of fighting spirit.
"Mays's strength is comparable to mine, you'd better not follow him." Kalanda said while running.
"Then with me, you will be stronger than him. You can use me." Chen Hansheng waved his pistol. He had killed four horse thieves today. Most of those horse thieves were not mediocre. They were shot to death by Chen Hansheng in the confrontation with the mercenaries. Even if the people in this world are generally strong, if they do not have strong blood or fighting spirit, they are still not good enough in front of bullets.
"I will kill him in a duel with my own hands. This is the revenge I want."
"Duel with a horse thief? Are you playing a game of knights?" Chen Hansheng asked back.
"You!" Kalanda raised his fist at Chen Hansheng.
"Which is more important, the result of revenge or the method of revenge?"
"Then... let's go." Kalanda was a mercenary, not a knight. The most important thing was to let Mais be buried with Edo and the others.
The two came to Mais's tent, which was made of cowhide and painted with strange patterns in dark red. Various animal horns and human skulls were hung on the corners.
This guy treats humans and animals as prey, no different, Chen Hansheng thought as he looked at the skeletons.
"Let me do it." Kalanda held the sword with both hands and slashed forward. His fighting spirit turned into several sword beams that blasted the front of the tent into pieces.
With the dim candlelight in the tent, Chen Hansheng found two women wrapped in blankets huddled in the corner, looking at them with horror, but there was no sign of Mais.
"Damn it. Did this guy run away at the beginning?" Just as Kalanda was about to ask the two women, he saw Catalina stumbling in from outside, covering her abdomen with blood on her hands.
"Mais and Rus attacked the stables. We were unable to defend them. They killed our men, took the horses, and fled eastwards."
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When Xiao Chen and his companions hurried to the designated location, they were all out of breath. The air was already filled with the smell of smoke from burning tents and trees, which was a bit choking.
This is a winding path leading from the camp to the plain ahead. There are woods on both sides of the path. Xiao Chen is standing less than a hundred meters away from the camp.
The sounds of slashing and screaming became clearer. This evoked the memories that Xiao Chen had experienced. Since then, reality and illusion have always been mixed between his senses. The memory of the battle and the reality of the battle are intertwined, but now he is not a ghost watching, but a participant in it.
He glanced at the slightly gloomy forests on both sides and said to Adams, "Maybe we should rush in. Otherwise, if they escape from the forest, we will be helpless."
Adams shrugged and said, "We can't stop everyone. If some unlucky ones escape into the forest in the middle of the night... I say let them go."
Seeing Xiao Chen looking at him in confusion, Adams explained, "Most people would rather break out from us than go through the forest. In that case, they would have to give up their horses, which means giving up their food and the treasures they robbed. Moreover, this is a forest in the dark. Although there are not many monsters around, these unlucky guys will encounter wild beasts and poisonous insects. They may fall down the hillside, fall into the swamp, or get lost. When the luckiest few of them finally run out of the forest, they will no longer pose a threat to us. They will only be some hungry vagrants. So, sir, we just need to stop the guys who are escaping in groups on horseback."
"Adams, someone is rushing out!" a mercenary shouted at this time.
Xiao Chen looked and saw a dozen horses rushing out from the slope, but it seemed that only one horse had a person on its back.
"The horses are frightened. Catalina failed to control all the horses. This guy tried to blend in with the herd and rush out." Adams drew his sword.
"Matthis, a few of you stay here to protect Lord Xiao. The rest of you follow me and leave this guy and the horses behind." Adams assigned a few mercenaries to protect Xiao Chen, and then led most of the soldiers to rush towards the herd of horses.
Although Adams' strength was not as good as Kalanda's, he was also a strong man who had mastered the initial level of fighting spirit. He rushed to the front of the team, running faster and faster. When he was about 20 meters away from the horse thief, he pushed hard, jumped up, his whole body emitting a faint red light, and raised his sword to chop the man on the head.
When the horses saw a group of people rushing towards them, they slowed down. The man on the horse pulled out a long knife from his waist in panic and pretended to block Adams.
The guy had no fighting spirit. Adams in the air sneered. He was confident that this knife could cut both the man and the horse in half.
Ten meters, five meters, two meters, in just a moment, they were within striking distance. However, Adams was surprised to find that although the other party was panicking, his expression was terrifyingly calm, and he could even see a kind of cat-playing-with-mouse timidity in his dark brown eyes.
When～～
There was a loud bang, and the inconspicuous knight firmly blocked Adams's powerful attack.
The huge rebound force made Adams fly backwards, but he remained calm and swung his sword repeatedly, blocking several counterattacks from the man on the horse in mid-air.
This guy is playing dumb to eat the tiger. As soon as Adams fought, he found out that the man was actually Russ. He didn't hold his usual axe, but pretended to be an ordinary mercenary. This guy is a strong man with fighting spirit, and his strength is definitely not inferior to his. It seems that there will be a hard fight today.
Adams used the rebound force of the sword fight to quickly move backwards. But just as he was about to step on the back of a horse and prepare to strike the opponent again, a black shadow suddenly flew out from under the belly of a horse nearby, and a white sword light flashed.
Adams felt like his head was flying off...
Xiao Chen saw Adams from behind, like a god of war, delivering a thunderous blow to the opponent, and he felt his blood boiling. The battle in the cold weapon era was a real man's battle. Seeing that the opponent blocked the knife, he was even a little excited. In his opinion, this kind of battle between masters who are evenly matched should go back and forth for dozens of rounds like in the movies. As for worry, there is no such thing, after all, he has a fifty-to-one advantage on his side.
However, less than five seconds later, Xiao Chen fell into an icy cave. Adams' head was chopped off by a knife, and blood rushed to the sky like a fountain. The world around him seemed to be frozen, leaving him stunned, unable to say a word or make a move.
Under his gaze, the rider who had been hiding under the horse jumped onto the horse. The two horse thieves raised their knives and rushed towards the mercenaries following Adams with strange cries.
It's like entering a deserted place.
The mercenaries following Adams all saw this shocking scene clearly: one of the most powerful warriors among them was killed instantly by the enemy.
Just when everyone was frightened and at a loss, two horse thieves had already rushed into the crowd. A faint fluorescent light emanated from them. These two people were actually powerful warriors with fighting spirit. The mercenaries who rushed to fight were far from their opponents, and countless people were killed and injured in the flash of swords.
Xiao Chen watched helplessly as blood flowers bloomed tragically in the night sky and firelight just 50 meters ahead. He felt a chill running down his spine from the top of his head.
He chopped a mercenary who was holding an axe high with his sword. The leading horse thief glanced over. When Xiao Chen saw his eyes, he felt like he saw a mad beast.
He released the Heart of Fear. It was said that this magic was most powerful when looking into the other person's eyes, but how could a man who was trembling under the gaze of a wild beast make the enemy feel fear? The horse thief just narrowed his eyes with feeling and rushed towards him.
At this moment, Xiao Chen had only one thought left in his mind - escape!