Othua's War Banner

Chapter 570 0417: Ice and Snow

Bartley struggled in the dark.

He was as small as a gravel.

After the blood coagulated, the skin would tighten, and his expression became stiff and hideous.

The battlefield drowned thousands of people in the middle of the mountains like a tsunami.

Endless enemies, steel blades and hissing beasts constantly bombarded the eardrums, and the screams and groans were infinitely reduced in front of them.

Bartley's team is surrounded by death, swords, axes, magic and fiery fire...

No matter how hard you struggle, death always follows you.

Their team, the Thornton Kayakaya Formation, had tried to find the northern garrison among the densely packed enemy, but was bitten by the turned enemy.

scary intruder.

The army formation of the city-state in southern Xinjiang was orderly in the night, and the strong horned shield soldiers tore open the chests of the vanguard.

Batley continued to fight with the people around him, his voice was completely hoarse, and he didn't dare to let go of his weapon until he was exhausted.

The shadows in front of him have begun to overlap, and the old god in the dream is whispering softly.

Every wisp of scorched air lured him into that long, boundless sleep.

The army encountered a frontal impact, and no one could tell whether he was advancing or retreating.

Bartley was cornered by a few wire enforcers to a rockfall.

He sat slumped towards the sky, his back hurting from the impact, and through swinging his long spear, he saw that the night sky was lit up by densely packed magic arrowheads.

The city-state invader's army of magicians, it is they, dominate the death tonight.

When Bartley's short-lived enthusiasm was about to be pierced by the cold glow...

A black shadow fell on the enemy in front of him, and the gray-white armor seemed to be stained with enough blood, and then more people rushed over.

Bartley twitched and vomited.

Not because of the dead body's internal organs all over the floor, but because of exhaustion.

The raiders dragged Bartley behind the falling rocks, then raised their shields and bellowed each other in warning.

During this hasty rescue, there were many similarly equipped people around.

Whoosh, whoosh, boom boom boom boom!
The sound of arrows falling and the loud noise of magic bombing flooded the battlefield.

The corpse moved in the distorted flame waves, and the coldness brought by the snow was also dissipated by the scorched thick smoke, and then more hot air poured in from the gaps in the armor.

It's hard to breathe...

Batley was so uncomfortable that his hands and feet fluttered, and he gripped the opponent's saber tightly in the struggle, and the copper protrusions made his palm hurt.

His heart seemed to stop at that moment, and when his remaining consciousness was awakened, his heart started beating wildly.

Because that's the sign the wolf rides.

"We... have been rushing all day... looking for you..."

After a long journey and fighting, they finally joined the soldiers stationed in the north.

The people who rescued Batley did not show joy. When the arrow storm faded and the silver shield moved away, there were dignified faces under the pale light.

That expression can even be said to be despair.

The sudden arrival of reinforcements disrupted the attacking rhythm of the city-state invaders, and the cautious southerners finally began to rein in their troops.

The fight that lasted half the night finally ushered in a moment of respite.

But the bad news is that the terrain surrounded by mountains caused the two sides to switch positions during the fierce battle.

Thornton Kaya's army successfully assembled, but could not retreat smoothly.

This brief gathering did not bring much excitement. On the contrary, in the disappointed expressions of everyone, this rescue looked like an absurd scam.

The person who rescued Batley was the temporary commander of the northern garrison.

He recognized the popular face among the recruits.

Snow.

Harbor Chaser.

Thornton Kaya Wolf Rider Commander Adjutant.

Snow and the soldiers around him sat down slowly, leaning on the falling rocks.

His tone seemed a bit sad, and he said: "Since you guys have arrived, it means that Bedi is probably dead. What a pity, Bedi is a good boy..."

Bartley replied emotionally: "Bedy? He's not dead."

Snow frowned tightly, and he and Batley walked through the legion, and found the carriage under the eyes of many soldiers.

Bedi just woke up from the coma, looking at the dark battlefield and the corpses everywhere, he almost went crazy with fright.

He obviously worked so hard to pass through layers of blockades, and brought the news back to Thornton Kaya, but nothing changed.

The storm of war, like the snowflakes of Palotusbi, drowned everything.

Bedi hid behind the carriage with his eyes wide open, trembling all over, muttering to himself, but the surrounding troops stationed in the north didn't make a sound of reproach when they saw him.

A dignified atmosphere enveloped the position.

Even a fool can see the enemy clearly now.

Thousands of city-state coalition forces, I don't know if there is any backup.

What they can look forward to is the tribes near Flynn Ancient Road and Qiuming Ancient Road.

But that hope is very slim.

Bedi who passed through the battlefield and the soldiers who rushed to help all the way knew very well: the invasion of the southern border countries was very large, and now the north of the eternal frozen wall has been swept by the flames of war.

Seeing his friend's appearance, Bartley summoned a little courage from his tired body.

He asked Snow how much of the garrison was left.

Snow looked around, calculated with his adjutant, and estimated that the team suffered heavy losses, including the wounded, there were more than a thousand people, and the battle last night directly caused the reinforcements to lose half of their soldiers.

Hearing these numbers, the surrounding soldiers fell silent, but Bedi began to cry.

He yelled hysterically:
"Why don't you run with me... When the Southern Border Army appeared in time, more people could live!"

"Calm down, buddy."

Batley comforted his friend. "So many people helped you escape..."

"But they are dead, I don't deserve it, Bartley, I dare not die, and I don't want to live...I didn't choose!"

Bedi kept yelling, and everyone around him must have thought him a lunatic.

He no longer cared about the eyes of the veterans, and vented on his own.

Beddy felt that if he didn't do anything, those terrible thoughts would kill him.

Bartley wanted to do something for his friend, but someone held his shoulder.

"My decision confuses you."

Snow spoke with an exceptionally calm tone.

Bartley saw him walking towards Beddy, all kinds of things about this man came to his mind.

Before Snow joined the Santon Kaya tribe, he had already made a name for himself in the port. The Feilang who signed the contract with him used to be the mount of Ken's Battle Banner.

He rose to prominence when he enlisted, even challenging Mon the day he became a wolf rider.

no doubt……

He is a resolute fighter.

Bartley wondered, would he reprimand Beddy?

or worse...

Because he has absolutely no reason to condone cowardice.

Bart used his eyes to hint to his friend: If Snow gets rough, you'd better curl up on the spot and beg for mercy.

　Happy National Day, new group number 934570068
　　
　
(End of this chapter)