The Divine Hunter Chapter 24: raid
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January 1, 1263
Dawn has just broken, and a flash of fish belly white appears on the horizon.
The bone-chilling wind blowing down from the Amel Pass cuts across the vast plains and lush Ihrenwald Forest.
In the forest area, there was slight discussion in a simple garrison consisting of two bunkers and a row of spiked roadblocks.
“My little candied jujube is growing up so fast. I haven’t seen her for thirteen months since the day she was born. Last time I came home for vacation, I discovered that she had grown from a chubby little girl to a chubby little one. The little thing looks like Mary, especially her nose and mouth. It’s so true! You should really go and see it, the little thing is so cute.”
A young and gentle voice said, and the pale yellow candlelight on the table illuminated his face covered with green stubble. Under the dome helmet, his eyes were faintly red, "It's a pity that I can no longer accompany you in the future. Her."
"I'm a little worried about my mother. She is alone at home and has no friends or relatives in the city. I don't know what she will do after I leave?" Another middle-aged man with a thick beard and armor said reluctantly. , "In the future, if her old waist and leg ailments recur, who can give her a rub?"
The sudden strong wind blew back his black hair, which was sticky with grease.
"More than a year ago on the Yaruga River, a master demon hunter beheaded a mutated octopus on my boat. I also helped him save a slug..."
The bearded Adonis recalled, "That was a legendary battleship. I originally planned to leave it to my little Reggie as a family heirloom, so I sold it! If I can still go back to the helm, I can sail around on the river. After a few laps, I will die with no regrets."
The few remaining armored guards also looked sadly, lost in memories. They all knew very well that they had been separated from their past lives forever since they last returned home.
"Brothers, stop showing off in front of a careless old widower. The memories stop here." Gaspar stood up, covered with calluses, and patted the soldiers one by one with his hot palms. Looking over their shoulders, his brown eyes swept over the remaining eight brothers, "Your Majesty has made a promise to take care of your family and take care of them for the rest of their lives."
"Don't complain, when Cintra is gone, our home can only be destroyed by Nilfgaard's bastards! Our family will become more pitiful refugees than beggars and vagrants, believe me , that is more terrifying than dying in battle!"
"There are no cowards or cowards in Cintra, we just..." he choked with sobs, "we fell into the arms of the goddess Freya before the other brothers."
As soon as Gaspar finished speaking,
"Chirp——"
A sharp gas explosion sounded, and a few miles away, an unusually dazzling yellow light rose into the sky, illuminating the gray sky nearby!
"Fur's signal!?"
The faces of the nine people suddenly changed drastically, their eyes flickered, revealing deep despair, and then they clenched their fists, almost biting their teeth to pieces!
They exchanged glances and nodded.
Gaspar rushed into the guard tower and opened an exquisite ebony box with a small, close-fitting key.
A small paper crane flew out of the box, wiped his livid face and flew into the sky. It instantly turned into a vivid crow, fluttering its wings and flying towards the Manada Valley at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. !
He looked at the departing messenger, a look of determination appearing on his roughened cheeks.
Gaspar picked up a torch wrapped in oilcloth, lifted a barrel of oil, left the guard tower, and quickly entered the dense forest.
"Puff, puff, puff..."
Fuel is sprinkled all over the tree trunk, and when the torch is touched upward, the flames jump from bottom to top against the roots of the tree, and the sparks turn into vigorous flames in the blink of an eye.
One tree after another was lit by torches.
The other eight guards were doing the same thing as him.
……
Horrifying fires and thick smoke spread across large tracts of woods. The smell of grease and resin spread rapidly, and the smell of burning was everywhere.
The woods were burning, as were the dead branches and leaves that covered the woods, and the sudden strong winds in the early morning further fueled the fire.
Soon, the entire forest area of Ihrenwald will be turned into a sea of fire!
The nine people were hiding behind the bunker of the garrison station, staring straight at the burning darkness in front of them. They drew their weapons and exuded an aura of burning with the enemy.
They may not be able to stop Nilfgaard's cavalry, but as long as they can hold back the huge infantry team for a moment or three, they will give Cintra a chance to win!
A loud horn sound suddenly sounded, causing the birch leaves to fall. Then there was the sound of the hoofbeats of war horses, and a group of knights charged towards the outpost. The armor on their bodies, the swords in their hands, and the pupils through the gaps in the flying-wing helmets shone with a cold light!
The strong wind blew up the black cloaks embroidered with a silver sun disk behind them!
The guards’ eyes were filled with fear and anticipation!
"迿——"
The dozen cavalrymen rushing at the front seemed to have been hit hard by a siege ram - the front hooves of several black horses were blocked by the stumbling ropes connected between the trees.
The horse suddenly fell forward and knelt down, its head buried in the soil, its body lying on its side, struggling in the long neighing sound, raising dust clouds, but unable to get up.
The knight on horseback was even worse. Due to the inertia, his body rose into the air, spanning a distance of several meters, and fell heavily to the ground. Either his limbs and neck were twisted and he died, or he flew directly into the burning woods.
Become a barbecue alive!
"Brothers, kill these bastards!" Gaspar waved his hand, saliva flew everywhere, his eyes were about to burst, "Shoot for me!"
With fear and ferocity on their faces, the guards hiding by the bunker took out their "Gabriels" and fired fiercely at the cavalry who fell on the ground. Several crossbows instantly shot them into pieces.
But their luck ended there.
The broken trip horse can no longer stop the enemies behind.
The endless black-armored cavalry kicked the horse's belly and came like a tide. They waved their swords, drew their bows and crossbows, overturned the roadblocks, and surrounded them from all directions.
Arrows are raining down!
Nine soldiers at the garrison station stubbornly blocked the first wave of attacks with their shields.
However, in front of the cavalry who were several times their size, they were as fragile as a piece of paper, unable to be folded!
They waved their swords, shouted at the top of their lungs, and charged at the black armored army in the most heroic posture!
Swords and spears swung through the air, strong wind blew in their faces, and the cavalry drowned them.
In the blink of an eye, all the guards lost their combat effectiveness.
Some were hit by multiple swords and fell in a pool of blood.
Some were filled with arrows and turned into hedgehogs.
Some were knocked away by the charging knights with their spears.
Gaspar was still breathing, a sharp sword cut off half of his face and chin, his back spine was broken by a mace, his thighs were trampled to pieces by war horses, and the broken ribs were pierced into his internal organs. The body collapsed weakly.
He turned around with difficulty. Not long ago, his comrades-in-arms, who had been recalling their families together, had all turned into cold corpses.
The Nilfgaardians stood on top, using their long swords to pick up the **** heads.
Severe pain, endless desolation, and the sourness in his nose overwhelmed him.
Blood and tears stained the sight.
Looking at the burning forest from the corner of his vision.
The cavalry surrounded by flames!
"We did it, Sintra will win, justice will win!"
He smiled miserably~IndoMTL.com~ The turbid tears slid down his **** cheeks, his arms gradually dropped, and his fingers gradually relaxed. He and his comrades could finally rest in peace.
He closed his eyes and missed the next scene——
A heavy downpour fell in the woods without warning. The majestic rain fell from the sky and extinguished the flames lingering among the trees.
Steam evaporated, and then strong winds blew everything away.
……
A solemn and solemn army that stretches for several miles is marching at a terrifying speed. They are covered in dark and cold armor, with a forest of spears and sun flags above their heads.
More than a dozen warlocks, slender or strong, wearing black cloaks, sat on tall horses and were heavily protected.
They made complex gestures with their hands, and magical auras invisible to the naked eye passed through the forest area.
The flames are extinguished, the road ahead is clear, and the army is invincible.