Eagle Byzantium

He put on the clothes and armor of the previous owner of the horse, so that the black mare was very docile and coiled around the tree trunk, recognizing him as the previous owner, but Gawain still did not dare to be careless. He held the sword and wandered around, trying to avoid the mare's hindquarters to prevent her from kicking him suddenly. Then he quickly took off the boots hanging on the stirrups and put them on his legs impatiently. He also took off the saddlebag, luggage roll and something covered with cloth from the saddle.

Pulling open the cloth cover, there was a shiny axe inside.

Gawain stayed where he was, jumping for a while, and at least recovered his body temperature. Then he opened the saddlebag and found a water bag inside. Thinking it was wine, he was happy and pulled out the cork to drink it. But when it entered his throat, it was a sweet and cool taste, as if it was some kind of sweet drink, not wine. Gawain shook his head and put it back. He then held the blanket in the luggage roll and walked to the place where the child's body was found. He wiped the snow foam on the childish face with his hands, closed the child's eyes, and then spread out the blanket, wrapped the small body, tied a knot horizontally and vertically with a rope, and tied the end to his left arm. Because he couldn't find a suitable scabbard, he could only continue to hold Schwert upside down in his right hand, dragging the child's body, and slowly walked out of the forest in the wind and snow.

"Let's find a burial place for you."

When he reached the edge of the forest, the wind and snow gradually weakened. Only then did he see that there was an open copper ring on the arm of the armor he was wearing. He looked down and saw words engraved on it that he had never seen before. It was twisted and should be the identity certificate of the warrior just now.

The seventh step out of the forest, he stepped on a dead man's hand, stiff. He looked down and saw the hillside below, full of dead bodies. He had seen dead people in his life, and they were abnormal, but he had never seen so many dead people - he was standing on a steep slope at the edge of the forest. Below was a vast basin covered with snow. There was a blue-gray river in the middle, wrapped in broken ice, and densely packed on both sides, all with corpses, about hundreds of them, and burning charred tree stumps and trunks, with a pungent smell and blood. Gawain was shocked, he stepped quickly on the snow, half walking and half sliding down.

"A massacre happened here not long ago. The child just now should have been hiding from the slaughterers, but he didn't expect to be spared." He thought so, and then a shrill horn sounded. He looked up and saw a cavalryman holding a black battle flag fluttering in the wind, wearing a silver pointed helmet with two feathers on it, standing there on the opposite mountain in the twilight, holding the horn in his hand.

After the humming sound, the cavalryman turned around and quickly disappeared from Gawain's sight.

"Is it the horn calling the slaughterers back to the camp?" Gawain lowered his body and turned over the two corpses. They were half naked and blue and swollen from the cold. It seemed that this group of slaughterers did not even let go of the clothes of the victims. Gawain touched again and took out something from the dead man's hand.

This thing, no matter how you look at it, is just an iron hoe.

Then Gawain carried the iron hoe, walked up a shady hillside, swung it, and soon dug a shallow pit, put the child and the blanket in it, and then covered it with soil, "It seems that there is still a lack of a tombstone..." He thought, then raised the antique sword in his hand and inserted it in front of the grave as a tombstone, then he half-knelt in front of the grave, clasped his hands together, and prayed to the tomb owner, "Although I couldn't save you, at least I buried you. There are so many corpses in the wild here, and wild dogs and wolves will not patronize you."

So what should I do next?

Gawain was a little annoyed and distressed. He pulled out a few dead leaves from under the snow. Looking at the dead bodies all over the ground and the deepening night, he rolled up the dead leaves, and then used a flint to ignite the oak stick. After lighting it, he put it in his mouth and took a few puffs. He coughed repeatedly because of the choking. After taking it, he hurriedly threw away the rolled leaves that were about to burn his hands with the flames. Then he took out his axe and thought about cutting some branches in the nearby forest to make a fire to resist the cold and the invasion of wild beasts.

The rolled dead leaves, with flames, fell like a small meteor to a place ten steps away from Gawain, where several corpses were lying. Then Gawain heard a trembling sound.

He walked over and saw that the fire was still burning on the opponent's wrist, so he rubbed it twice with the sole of his boot. Green smoke rose, and the man stabbed twice again, then turned over and saw Gawain, who was wearing black armor, with copper rings on his arms, holding an axe in his hand, and with a terrifying look in his eyes. He was so scared that he kept shouting, saying some words quickly, and kept raising his hands to the sky, seemingly praying for help from God. So that's it, he must have mistaken Gawain for a member of the Slaughter Legion, and found that he was still alive, so he raised his axe to deal with him.

Finally, the other party's hands kept shaking, and he pulled out a silver cross from his collar, and said a few words to Gawain sadly, either bribing him or praying for his last moments.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Gawain also shouted loudly, but the other party just kept shaking his head with a sad face, and began to cough up blood, with a weak breath, and kept pointing at the wound on his leg with his fingers.

It seems that this guy is hopeless, so let's just give him a quick death so that he doesn't have to suffer any more.

Just as Gawain raised his axe, a burst of golden light suddenly appeared behind him, and the dying man opened his mouth. Gawain looked back and saw a figure dressed as a warrior in white robes and silver armor standing on the snow-white hillside, riding a white horse, holding a golden cross flag, and a disc-like golden halo on his head, which was particularly dazzling in the snow.

Now, even Gawain could clearly hear the dying man shouting excitedly, "St. George, St. George!"

St. George? Is he the Christian saint who is spread among various nations and the patron saint of the Christian army? Gawain also got an ancient Persian miniature painting, in which a warrior wearing oriental armor, holding a spear, killed a poisonous dragon, a standard Persian dress, but this is also St. George, but it is St. George in the eyes of the Persians. Just like in another ancient Persian painting, "Alexander the Great" wrapped in a Crescent Church turban and led a group of warriors wearing Crescent Church armor to the east.

At this time, the heroic knight of St. George waved his sword, and the dying man was immediately enveloped in a golden light, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Hey!" Gawain didn't know whether the other party was alive or dead, so he turned back and shouted to St. George, but the knight on the hillside disappeared in an instant, turned into a black whirlwind, and blew in front of him in a blink of an eye - turned into a girl with black clothes, black hair and a white face.

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