Temple Sword

Chapter 125 Onion Knight
The knight chewed the onion quickly, swallowing hard, wondering why he had agreed to such a stupid test.But instead of blinking or twitching his face, he ate the whole onion, and aimed at Lakfee, exhaling forcefully into his face.

The Sekay people sitting around the fire laughed loudly and almost couldn't catch their breath, while Istvan Lakfi sat down on the ground due to an indescribable complex smell.No one expected the move, and no one forgot it.

Later, the Sekai people would mention it to Lakfei for several weeks, and the captain also thought it was funny, but he would never admit it to his subordinates, and every time they mentioned it, he would always call them big scold me.

"Hope this clears your mind, Captain!" Antal laughed.

"You bastard!" Lakfee roared lying on the ground, "You are such a lunatic, I don't even know that something rotted in your mouth!"

Simon was taken aback by the joke made by the always serious knight, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw Lakfey's funny performance.

"I'll put them away now," said a skinny old man with pigtails, picking up a board full of onions. "That's all the onions we brought for this campaign."

The old man turned away from the firelight and walked to his tent, where he put the food away from his drunken companions in a safe place.Others were yelling at each other, talking about what just happened, and Lakfei also stood up from the ground.

"Damn it," he looked at Antal, his eyes were no longer completely disgusted, "You have the guts, Lord Barto!"

"You are making too much fire," said the knight, ignoring the captain's flattery. "Didn't you think that your every move would be seen by the enemy, are you crazy?"

The smile on Lakfei's face disappeared immediately. "We're not crazy, we're just..."

"Extinguish the fire immediately!" Antal stared at them, "You guys here set up a signal for the people in Levitseri! I don't know what happened to everyone today!" He was angry while breathing shouted, "We are fighting, not celebrating!"

"The commander is right," echoed the thin old man who came out of the tent empty-handed in the distance. "This fire is too big..."

There was a loud bang, and the old man disappeared from everyone's sight with a snap.Something big, fast, and heavy rushed out from behind the tent, silencing him forever.

The cavalry team appeared out of nowhere, and a group of dark figures passed through the camp and rushed into the bushes, killing more than a dozen people in an instant.Only then did the soldiers realize what was going on, and recovered from the shock.

"Take up the weapon!" Antar let out a roar from his throat, the blade in his hand was already glowing under the light of the fire, "There is an enemy attack!"

The cavalry galloped past the Sekai campfires and disappeared into the night.Their plan was clear: run over everything in their path, kill anyone they could, and flee back inside the walls.

Antar Bartor didn't hesitate, he didn't wait for reinforcements, and while most of the others were still frozen in place or looking for weapons, he lunged forward, and with one swift movement that could not be seen in the darkness, he chopped A horse leg.The steed fell to the ground, and the rider flew off the saddle, landing head first, with a broken neck.

This forced the cavalry who were still behind to slow down their charge, and Antal moved quickly, pulling a stalled rider to the ground, and jumped on the saddle instead, and Simon, who was closely behind his master, stabbed his dagger into the man neck.

The cavalry who had charged earlier turned around and charged a second time, but several of them changed direction and no longer rushed towards the Sekai camp, but Antal on horseback.

Antal made the men all dance, turning to the left, then to the right, using the weapon to create space for himself in the process.

He easily slit the throat of one rider and stabbed another in the armpit, causing him to fall instantly from the saddle.

A third stabbed at Antal with a light spear, but the knight seized the handle of the weapon and wrenched it out of his opponent's hand with a powerful swing, stabbing the opponent's face and then the neck with his own sword. .

A fourth rider who was still on the sidelines changed his mind and turned his horse to rejoin the charge, but Antar threw his spear and sent him into another world.

Simon appeared on his right, Lakfey on his left, and they both got themselves a horse.Antal nodded, and the three of them rushed towards the enemy without waiting for the others.

"This way!" Antal rode towards the dark open space, "Let's not chase them behind!"

"What are you doing, my lord?" asked Ishtwan Lakfi, "why don't you keep chasing them?"

"When we caught up with them from behind, they would have already entered the castle." Antal explained, drawing an arc with his hands in the no-man's land between the castle and the siege camp, "Let's go this way , Attack them from the front, they can't think of it!"

As Antal thought, the Levice cavalry had just skimmed through the forest and were about to ride back to the castle when they approached the other side of the besieger camp.

The commander raised his sword, and the three of them ran towards the almost dark front, about fifty cavalrymen charged in front of them.

"We will die!" Lakfee exclaimed, but instead of turning his horse's head elsewhere, he held his long sword tightly. "We don't even have armor!"

"Stop shouting!" Antal told him. "They can't see us."

At the last moment, he pulled Lakfey aside to avoid colliding with the oncoming riders, but flew past them at an extremely fast speed.The three of them whizzed past like arrows, slashing through the waist of the enemy with brutal force.

Antal's crazy plan worked, and one by one, at least ten of the riders on the way home fell from their saddles.A portion of the wounds were either not lethal or slipped through the mail, but a good portion of the blows penetrated flesh and bone.

The commander, captain, and squire returned to the camp unscathed, and the Levice cavalry team did not expect to be attacked from the front.They were like three avenging angels who descended from the sky to punish them for their crimes against Gyula's strict prohibition.

This small-scale battle lasted relatively short, but most of the Anjou army was ready to fight.When the three of Antal returned to the camp, hundreds of armored cavalry had already prepared their saddles and were ready to go.

"Let's go after them!" someone shouted. "Cut them all!"

"No!" Antar told them to shut up, "They have gone far, and chasing them now will only make us trapped by the enemy's reinforcements."

"Then what should we do?"

Antar looked at Charlie's tent, the king's seat was intact.

"We await the king's order," he decided quickly.

"What's the matter?" Miklos Gutkleder appeared before them with a sword in one hand and a mace in the other, leading a small troop of cavalry. "What are you poor wretches waiting for? Your mother's A farewell kiss?"

"Wait for the king's order." Antal looked at the general with eyes, "He is now the leader of this war."

"Okay, then you just wait for him!" Miklos spat contemptuously, and then led his men through the dark woods to the dark open space under the castle of Velice.

Antal cursed so harshly that even Lakfee's eyes widened after hearing it.But after cursing, Antar also decisively issued a pursuit order, leading about two hundred Sekai riders to follow Miklos.

He feared that the reckless general would storm the castle with his troops and be ambushed by the enemy, all trapped behind the closed gates.

What he didn't know, however, was that the attack had taken place without the knowledge of the castle's owner. Only the more than 50 people involved knew about it, and Levice's castle kept them out.

Although Francis, the commander of the garrison, had ordered his men to open the gates for them once they returned from the raid, the one-eyed soldier either had more brains than his commander, or saw the hundreds of men behind them. The pursuers were terrified.

In any case, the gates remained closed, and the remnants of the Levice cavalry were forced to turn back and be slaughtered in an instant by the ranks of Miklos Gutkled and Antal Barto.

An eerie silence fell upon the blood-scarred land.

The last torches on the walls of Levice were extinguished, and the defenders, hiding in their towers and on the killing holes, remained motionless.

"Did you see it?" Miklos yelled towards the city gate, "I know you saw it! I know you can hear it! I want you to know that this is what will happen to all of you!
This is your end, no highland castle can hold back the army of Charles Anjou!Little mice, get ready for the last moment! "

There was no response from the castle.

The soldiers stripped the slaughtered riders of their weapons, armor, boots, and everything of value, and hurried back to their ranks.

In the darker shadows at the base of the castle than the rest lay a man trembling like a poplar.

Although bleeding from several wounds on his body, Francis, the captain of the garrison, lurked there for several hours. It was not until dawn that he plucked up the courage and slipped back to his deceitful castle master through the back door.

(End of this chapter)