Temple Sword

Chapter 207 I Was Like Qing, You Will Be Like Me

The miscellaneous mercenaries had no chance at all in front of the five hundred heavy cavalry, and when they were trapped in the circle of men and horses, many of them dropped their weapons in horror and shouted for mercy in various languages .

But those people did not show mercy.

Antal Barto went from court knight to ruthless executioner, he didn't care who was fighting or raising his hand, he sent them all to hell.

He didn't care at all which of these people participated in the raid on his manor two and a half years ago, and which of them joined the mercenary group afterward.

He didn't care how many women he made widows and how many children he made orphans.He only wanted revenge and didn't want to think about other issues.

The number of enemies decreased like butter on a hot pan, and Simon, who had been fighting beside the Lily Knight, felt more and more terrifying.He watched the painful expressions on the faces of his comrades, what they were forced to do under the threat of treason from their commanders, and suddenly he felt that he could take it no longer.

"Enough!" he shouted reproachfully to Antal. "We kill the dying and the surrendered! Don't you see?"

Antal neither saw nor heard, and continued to swing his weapon furiously among the mercenaries as if he were death itself.

"Look at your men!" Simon shouted even more angrily, "Do you think this is what they should do? Is this what you should do?"

"They're still alive, they're still moving!" Lily Knight roared, without any reason in his voice, "I said we're going to kill them all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a person crawled out from under the pile of corpses on the other side of the cavalry circle. He may have been injured, or his whole body was stained with the blood and internal organs of other people. He had been pretending to be dead before. , so no one noticed him.

Then in an inadvertent moment, the man crawled out from under the cover of his corpse, dodged the surrounding soldiers with a lightning movement, and rushed towards a horse without a rider like an arrow from the string.

Antar found that the person who was slipping away from the circle was the leader of the mercenaries, so he made a decision immediately.

"Simon, the army is now under your command," he ordered, while riding his horse out of the center of the encirclement, "until the end of the battle, you are the commander of the heavy cavalry, leading them as you see fit. "

"What about you, my lord?" the man asked in surprise.

"I must go now," replied the Lily Knight, "I have more important things to attend to now."

With a sharp kick of the spurs he spurred the horse into a gallop, out of the circle, in pursuit of the tall man on horseback who was fleeing west into the woods.

Simon didn't think for long, he gave the order to re-arrange, and then took the lead in charging, leading [-] heavy cavalry into the main battlefield, but the battle was over at this time.

The mercenary leader was driving the horse he had just gotten on to the place where Kuman and the Hungarian cavalry were hidden not long ago.

Antal followed him, sheathing his blood-soaked sword, and before urging his horse to pick up speed, he pulled a spear from a passing corpse, and then galloped after the one who disappeared into the forest. man.

"Drive!" He urged his mount, "Hurry up, catch up!"

Antal kept leaning over the horse's neck, loosening his grip on the reins, trying to make the battle-bred horse go faster.He rushed into the woods and soon saw the fleeing man.

While accelerating forward, the knight also needs to avoid the branches that hit his face, but his helmet has played a significant role in protection. Antal only needs to avoid those thick branches, and in the battle The mercenary leader who lost his helmet had to control his mount more carefully.

Coupled with the fact that the man was clearly not a very skilled rider, Antal quickly closed the gap.

But at this time, the speed of the knight's horse began to slow down. Maybe it was because of the days and nights of marching and the short rest that it was exhausted quickly under the explosive sprint. Maybe it was aware of its master's tension and hatred. No matter what, Ann Tal began to worry that the mercenary leader, who was far less skilled than him, might run away from him.

So Antal raised his eight-foot-long spear, although this heavy spear is usually used by infantry to hold it in their hands or stick it on the ground to block charges, not the kind that can be easily thrown from horseback With a light spear, he still decided to give it a try.

He straightened his right hand, raised the spear over his shoulder, his right arm tensed, and waited until they were riding in a slightly narrow place before swinging it, and snarling, threw the weapon with such force that it nearly knocked his Shoulder torn.

The spear cut the air in a graceful arc, roaring through the air, and for a moment it looked as if it couldn't reach the mercenary leader.

However, the force of this throw is indeed not small. Although it was thrown at a very low height, the steel pointed spear still pierced the buttocks of the man's mount. The horse fell down with a neighing sound in the blink of an eye, and the rider flew from the saddle He went out and fell heavily on the ground.

Antar jumped from his horse too, drew his bloodstained longsword, and tore off his helmet with his other hand.

"Stand up, you filthy thing, look me in the eyes!" he yelled at the mercenary leader with all his might, "You can't run away from me anymore!"

The man shook his head as if waking up from a nightmare, then slowly got up with the ax in his hand.He was at least a head taller than the knight, and had considerably broader shoulders.

"You are indeed a giant, as everyone told me," Antar looked at him with genuine hatred, "but the body can't save you, nothing can save you."

The tall warrior didn't know who the lunatic in front of him was, but he didn't care either.Although his right shoulder was injured by the fall, he still gripped the battle ax with both hands, enduring the pain and slashing at the knight.

Antal dodged the attack lightly. As an experienced swordsman, he could tell from the man's first movement that this man was not his opponent.

The mercenary continued to attack, slashing and slashing murderously in the air uninterruptedly, but Antal dodged every blow exactly the same.

At last the knight got tired of the game, and holding the long sword in both hands, he charged at the giant in the posture of an ox.

Before the man had time to strike again, Antar cut a two-finger deep gash under his left shoulder with the blade, and then pulled out the tip of the sword from his shoulder in the blink of an eye, with unstoppable force Cut off the mercenary's right hand from the wrist.

The mercenary leader howled like a jackal, and the ax fell to the ground together with his severed right hand, but his survival instinct seemed stronger than the pain, he tried to reach out his left hand to get the ax, but Antal was holding the ax again. He stabbed the sword in the shoulder, driving the blade deeper, and writhed the cold steel over the bleeding wound.

"Stop!!" the mercenary screamed in pain, let out a miserable whine, and gave up the fight, "Stop!"

The Lily Knight drew his sword from the man's shoulder, and suddenly the forest fell into a strange silence.

In the distance, a faint sound of battle was carried by the summer breeze, nearer, the Lonia River gurgled by, the birds chirped carelessly among the leaves, the knight was silent, the wounded horse lay beside him in the meadow His feet were pumping in pain, and the mercenary moaned loudly while clutching his bleeding right arm.

Strangely, the man looked neither frightened nor desperate, but angry.All his subordinates were slaughtered like lambs before his eyes, and he couldn't escape in the end. He didn't feel sad. In fact, he was no longer afraid of death.

He was annoyed by this helpless failure, as if everything he did was futile, he gritted his teeth, and looked up at the knight with ghostly eyes.

"Tell me what I want to know," Antal forced himself to calm down, "and I will let you die happily."

The giant snorted softly, "Looking at my current situation, this seems to be a fairly fair proposal..."

Then, an inexplicable itching rose from the mercenary's stomach and rushed up his throat, he laughed heartily, and coughed non-stop due to the extreme pain, Antar was once again overwhelmed by anger , he pressed the blood-dripping long sword to the throat of the mercenary kneeling in front of him, blood oozing from the blade again.

"What's so funny?" the knight asked, "Do you think I can't break you? Do you think you're tough enough to take all the torture? Well, I can assure you, I'll break you.

We could stay in this forest for days, you understand, you bloody bastard?a few days!You can't die if I want to, I'll cut your flesh piece by piece, skin you, goug out your eyes, and you just can't die.

In the end, you'll just beg me, you'd rather let me send you to hell fire than suffer my torture, you know what I mean, you son of a bitch? "

"I understand, of course I understand," the mercenary nodded, and gradually stopped laughing, staring at Antal with blood-red eyes, "Don't worry, I know there is no difference between us.

My enemies see me as a soulless, ruthless beast, and I can see myself in you, as you have proven.

You said you would torture me all the time, I believe you can, but..." He grinned again, "Who the hell are you? "

"So you don't know who I am..."

"I don't know," the mercenary smiled bitterly, "Should I know you?"

"You and your men ransacked an estate," Antar told him, "and massacred everyone who was there."

"I have plundered too many manors in my life, I can't count how many there are," the mercenary replied, "You said that I slaughtered all the people, didn't you just kill my subordinates who no longer resisted?" Did you kill them all?"

"Enough!" roared the knight, "We are different, we have been different, and we will never be the same again!"

"Do you really think so?" The mercenary showed his yellow teeth, "Maybe we are bastards born from the same wild father?"

Antar couldn't stand this man's face anymore, he turned the blade and smashed the heavy sword head hard on the mercenary's face, knocking his nose crooked.

Then he struck again and again, and at last he seized his right ear, and with the sharpest part of the blade he sliced ​​it off, as easily as he sliced ​​bread and ham.

At this time, the mercenary had completely stopped laughing. He first lay on the ground and howled in pain, and then moaned and trembled.

He gagged convulsively, but couldn't get anything out, and he realized now what a difference there was between talking about torture and experiencing it.

He was terrified, and would have done anything to avoid the long torment of the cruel knight.

"What the hell do you want?" the mercenary yelled, choking on his own blood.

Antal crouched beside him, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head up.

"Details," snapped the knight, "two years ago you raided an estate, just off Dubica's, a former Templar property. You slaughtered farmers, children, women, old people, everyone...

Then you took everything you could move and burned the bodies in a heap, do you remember now?Or do you want me to cut something else out of you? "

"I remember, that's your land, isn't it?" The man who had suffered enough tormented asked tremblingly, tears rolling down his eyes, "I wish I had never been there..."

But Antal was not moved by tears or words.

"You were brought there by a well-mannered and well-dressed man," he continued, "his name is Mikolaj, isn't it?"

"That's right, he took us there," the mercenary replied quickly, "he said there was a huge treasure waiting for us, that you and your master hid the entire Knights Templar in Hungary there." Wealth, saying that if we take this manor, we will all have gold that we can never spend in our lifetime..."

This stupid Mikolai, the knight cursed bitterly in his heart, did he really believe in the legends about the Templars?Is this why he ruined everything?Is this why so many people had to die?Because a stupid person believed the dumbest stories?
Another wave of anger hit him, and Antal exhausted all his strength to hold back the tears that were about to pour out of his eyes. In order to conceal this, he let go of the man's hair and pinched him instead. throat.

"Listen," he yelled close to the distorted face of the mercenary leader, "I just want to figure out one thing now, and then I promise to kill you, where is Mikolai now?"

"I don't know!" the mercenary said with difficulty, "I swear I don't know!"

Antal couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes filled with helpless tears, salty tears slipped from the mud covering his face.

"You can't be so stupid!" he cried, weeping. "You kill so many innocent people, but you can't betray a mean, miserable mouse? He's not interested in anything else, tell me he Where, let me just give you a happy death, tell me, Mikolai... where is it!?"

The mercenary leader shouted even louder, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!!"

His answer seemed to work, and Antar let go of his throat and sat down on the ground, trying to stifle his growing sobs.

"Listen," the half-dead mercenary hoarsely said, "that Mikolai lied to us, I don't know what his real intentions are, but when we found out that there was no heretic treasure he promised, we beat him Half dead."

"This is no consolation to me at all," the knight shook his head, "You have ruined my life, my only son is apparently dead, and my wife will spend the rest of her life in the monastery.

You took everything from me, my family, my beliefs, my dreams, my goals, everything... I have no other way to go but revenge.

I know my wife doesn't want me to do this, but I have no other choice.I must find Mikolaj, I must find him and punish him, neither, nor the king, nor God can stop me. "

"I don't know where he might be," repeated the mercenary, "I swear I'm telling the truth. After we beat him to death, someone even pissed on him, and then we just left.

We didn't care what happened to him, we didn't kill him to make him suffer, to be tortured by guilt and fear, to be afraid of you, afraid of us, which is worse than death, so we spared him.

We could have shared the spoils with him, but... all the property you own can't make two hundred people rich. I promise to give my men a lot of money. If I know that the harvest is only so small, I will Would not take such a big risk. "

The knight did not speak, and another strange silence fell upon them.The sound of battle is no longer heard in the distance, only the music of nature and the painful neighing of wounded horses.

Antal wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then stood up and began to wipe his sword. When he was almost finished, he put away the weapon and turned his back to the man lying on the ground.

"Hey!" the mercenary yelled after him. "Hey, come back! You promised me a good death! I've told you all I know!"

The mercenary leader knew how many terrible things he had done in his life, and knew that no one would pray for his damned soul.So, after purgatory, his soul should go directly to hell, but he doesn't care about these things, hell is hell... I'm ready to die.

Antal Bartor approached the broken-legged horse first, pulled the spear from its tail, and thrust it cleanly into its throat, ending its suffering.

Then he walked up to the mercenary leader, bent down and picked up the long-handled battle axe.Holding the weapon in both hands, he raised it a few times to feel the weight.

The mercenary calmly turned over to give the knight who was about to attack a comfortable position. The last thing he saw in his life was his ax falling quickly towards his throat.

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Istvan Lakfi sat on his warhorse Tsaba, watching the people slowly wake up from the fierce battle and began to bring order to this battlefield soiled with blood, urine, feces and internal organs.

The people broke up into small groups, some trying to sort through the bodies of their comrades, some counting the enemy's dead, and still others collecting weapons, armour, armor, rings, and other items of value.

Crows hover high above, awaiting their unusual feast.Lakfee cleaned his scimitar meticulously, polishing the broad blade until it shone.

He's very pleased with his new weapon, and wonders why he didn't try the cutlass sooner.With it, he was pleasantly surprised at how much damage he could do in close quarters combat.

Probably the only downside is that his weapons aren't pretty, but that's what war is, and no matter how much it's sung at court and at festive feasts, war is never a beautiful thing in reality.

Not long after, Simon came to his side. This tall man who liked to be silent seemed to have killed many people.

"Where's your master?" Lakfee asked.

"I don't know," Simon shook his head, "and he is no longer my master."

Lakfee looked at Simon in surprise, he didn't understand why the man said that, but before he had time to ask, another man ran up to him.

"My lord, we have a lot of spoils this time!" he said out of breath, "at least four hundred horses, not to mention the others."

Lakfei nodded in satisfaction and asked the man to go back to work.

At the western end of the battlefield, the missing Antal Bator appeared, riding his horse slowly, holding a long thing in his hand.

"What the hell is that?" Lakfell muttered to himself, watching the knights slowly approaching the army from a distance, "What did you do again, you bloody bastard?"

Antal didn't seem to be in a hurry. He slowly rode his horse through the corpses everywhere. As soon as he got closer, Simon and Lakfey saw what was in the knight's hand: a spear with a bloody head on it.

Lakfe didn't speak any more, he and Simon silently watched the knight pass by them.

At last Antal dismounted, went to the place where the enemy's corpses were piled up, took his spear, and drove it into the ground.

The once frightening mercenary leader now only has a pair of lifeless eyes, as if sending his message from hell:

I used to be like Qing, and you will be like me.

(End of this chapter)