People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 22 Complete Milestones

In the bandit stronghold.

Although the sky is just dawn, people have already got up to work.

People in this era have no nightlife, go to bed early and wake up early.

The boy held tightly the wooden sword his father made for him, and kept looking at the entrance of the village, his face full of anticipation: "Grandpa, hasn't father come back yet?"

In front of the cabin, the lame old man was sharpening the hatchet in his hand, and he was a little worried when he heard this.

It's been a whole night. Could it be that the guards of those noble gentlemen caught up with him?
But there was still a smile on his face, and he comforted him: "I'll be back soon. Don't worry, your father will definitely bring back a lot of meat and coins this time. Then I will go to the tailor shop in the city and cut you a new suit."

The boy suddenly showed a smiling face with one missing front tooth: "No, I don't want new clothes, I want my father to give grandpa a pair of crutches first."

The creases on the old man's face showed a smile: "My dear grandson is really filial, but my leg is not in the way, so let's cut you new clothes first."

The grandparents talked and laughed.

But the boy's face froze suddenly, and he pointed behind the old man with fear on his face: "Grandpa, it's the devil, the devil is coming!"

The lame old man looked back, and saw at the entrance of the village, a terrified villager was being kicked over by a man in a red burqa and iron armor.

Bright red blood was dripping from the blade in the Tin Woodman's hand.

Holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, the man walked slowly towards the village like a devil from hell.

The lame old man almost immediately remembered the domineering knight master in the village, and his leg was broken by that knight master.

No one knows better than him, the horror of a knight!
"Go, go, hide in the cabinet in the house!"

The lame old man pushed and shoved the boy, yelling softly.

Lothar exerted strength with his arms and chopped down with his sword.

The sharp blade of the half-handed sword didn't seem to be hindered by anything, and it cleanly split half of the shoulder of the robber in front of him, together with the wooden spear he wanted to use to block.

what--

A sharp scream sounded.

The severe pain caused the robber to keep rolling on the ground.

The blood flowed all over the place and gathered into small puddles.

A trace of compassion flashed in Lothar's eyes under the barrel helmet, and he held the blade with both hands, stabbing steadily into the opponent's heart.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

The slippery feeling of friction between metal and flesh surged through the tip of the sword.

He drew out his half-handed sword and slashed at the two robbers who were approaching him again.

Banruo stood beside him, following like a shadow.

She didn't make a move at first, and these weak robbers didn't have the slightest idea of ​​letting her do it.

Until, a bandit seemed to regard her as a persimmon, and wanted to hold Prajna hostage, so that the fearless knight, who was rampant, would use her as a weapon.

But before he got close, a bunch of blood flowers floated around his neck.

On the three sharp corners of the ghost-faced triangular shield, there was blood dripping, Hannya turned sideways to avoid the splashing blood, and the expression on his face remained unchanged.

Blood water gradually seeped into the shield.

The grimace relief on it showed a satisfied smile, and immediately sent out a urging thought, trying to let Prajna kill more living people.

But Banruo still didn't move, just followed Lothar silently, without any emotion.

The young and strong robbers were gradually cleared away.

Lothar raised his foot and kicked an old farmer holding a dung fork, his eyes swept across the old face of the other party.

Immediately, without hesitation, a sword pierced the opponent's heart.

He dared not underestimate such a ridiculous weapon as a dung fork.

Because it is said that a demon hunter was once killed by a dung fork.

Since you are holding a weapon, you should have the consciousness of dying under his sword, no matter whether you are old, weak, women or children.

Hans and Model covered each other and fought with the enemy.

Both martial arts and equipment are far superior to these people.

Coupled with waking up early in the morning and being caught off guard, there is no one in this bandit stronghold who is a combined enemy of the two of them.

boom--

Hans raised his shield, knocked over a lame old man, and kicked the hatchet in the opponent's hand away. Model beside him thrust out a sword and pierced the opponent's throat.

giggle-

The old man wanted to say something, but the blood gushing from his neck blocked his windpipe.

He fell powerlessly to the ground, looked at his grandson who was hiding in the wooden house, and died immediately.

"No!"

"grandfather!"

With tears in his eyes and a face full of hatred, the boy rushed out of the wooden house.

He picked it up on the ground, and the machete thrown by the old man rushed towards Hans.

Hans hesitated for a moment, and was almost hit by the hatchet. It was Model beside him who stood up in time and blocked the knife with his shield.

"You demon with long horns, I will kill you!"

"I am going to kill you!"

The boy roared, desperately swiping the weapon in his hand.

But the hatchet was too blunt, and his strength was insufficient.

After Hans took precautions, he put the shield in front of him, no matter how he slashed wildly, it was like a mayfly shaking a tree.

"Stop kid, put down your weapon immediately!"

Model yelled angrily: "As long as you don't attack us, we will spare your life for the sake of your youth."

"My lord, what should I do?"

Under the huge horned helmet, Hans looked a little confused.

At this time, the shouting and killing had stopped.

These robbers were all old, weak, sick and disabled. Even if there were a few robbers holding hunting bows, the arrow clusters were even made of bone and wood, which could not threaten the four of them at all.

It was an overwhelming carnage.

Model was a little impatient, and asked him to say that such an ignorant child should be hacked to death with a sword.

The left and right are just the descendants of robbers, and under the influence of their ears and eyes, they will be villains worthy of the gallows when they grow up.

But he hesitated.

My lord is obviously a benevolent one. If I do this kind of massacre of young children, will it look too bloody and cold, not in line with the spirit of chivalry?
You know, the lord just said last night that they may be canonized as knights in the future!
This kind of mentality of worrying about gains and losses made Model unable to make a move.

Not far away, Lothar shook off the blood stained on the blade, and walked slowly.

He took a look and knew exactly what happened.

He was silent for a moment, and then said: "Since you take up a weapon, you are the enemy."

"Servant Hans, Sergeant Model, what should I do to deal with the enemy, don't I need to teach you?"

Snapped--

Mordel hit the little boy with a shield strike.

Lothar stared at the little boy with a face full of hatred in front of him, with a look of pity: "Your father must have witnessed such an expression when he slaughtered other people's fathers."

"When you eat your father's bread dipped in other people's blood, you will definitely not think it is a sin, but you will think that your father is awesome with a face of admiration."

"Right?"

Lothar raised a finger with an indifferent expression: "I will give you one last chance to put down the weapon in your hand."

The little boy stubbornly held the hatchet in his hand, gritted his teeth, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to turn into ink and flow out.

Lothar shook his head and turned his back.

"Do it, Hans."

Hans gritted his teeth and raised half his sword high.

Swah——

Blood flowed wantonly on the ground.

Lothar lowered his head slightly, and made a sign of the cross in front of him: "Father above, you will judge whether they are guilty or not. I can't check carefully, let alone judge whether they are not guilty of death, so I can only send them to see you." You. Amen."

"Go ahead, those who dare to resist with weapons in hand, if you can't be persuaded, they will all be dealt with."

Lothar gave the order.

After a while, this small village, which is as quiet as a paradise, undergoes earth-shaking changes.

There were corpses everywhere, and blood flowed wantonly.

Women and children screamed and hid in a building that looked like a meeting hall.

"My lord, is there any difference between us and these robbers?"

Hans looked a little confused.

Lothar is the same.

He didn't know if he was doing the right thing.

But he knew that he couldn't show any confusion in front of Hans, a subordinate who admired him.

He said in a deep voice: "Everyone has to pay for what they have done. Besides, we only killed those with weapons and did not implicate others. This is the greatest kindness, isn't it?"

He did not order to attack the meeting hall where the women and children were, but ordered: "The enemy has basically been eliminated. Model, you go and inform Ryan that they are coming and receive supplies. Remember to leave some rations and seeds for those who have not resisted. "

Lothar came to the "meeting hall", looked at the numb and frightened faces, and didn't say anything to express that he represented justice.

Among these people, there may be female family members who were taken captive, but more of them are the family members of the robbers themselves.

They, including many of the dead, were probably innocent enough to have done no harm to anyone else.

But they are not so innocent when they enjoy the food, the money brought by those who are guilty.

It is said that the misfortune is not as good as his wife and children, but is the daughter who took Lao Lai's money and fled abroad really innocent?
If she is innocent, how innocent are those poor people who are counting on this money to save their lives?

This is the Lothar way of doing things.

Both benevolent and cruel.

In the ear, a reminder that the milestone has been completed rang.

With a heavy expression, Lothar left the village first.

"Oh, chivalrous knight."

Lothar laughed at himself in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)