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Black Crow Collar, a tributary of the Danube, the river flows down quietly.

The cold wind blew and swept the earth, making the body that had lost its temperature even more stiff, the smell of blood was pungent, the stump of the limb was broken, the eyes were devastated, the wind stopped, and the clothes hanging on the rope also stopped swinging, but someone was in the heart. The anger has not stopped.

"Cavalry regiment! You are harassing and attacking, prepare kerosene, and burn the bridge for Lao Tzu first! Don't let them cross the river!"

"Infantry regiment! All dismount! Speed ​​up!"

Tadata, well-equipped warriors, charged silently with shields in hand, and they were not suitable for riding on horses.

"Archers! Mount and shoot! Keep your distance!"

Hurry up, hurry up, or take a step slower, looking at the dilapidated village, the corpses of old people and children all over the ground, a few sticks still burning with flames, with twisted and disgusting babies stuck on them, Geralt The fire inside was high: "A group of beasts!"

Half an hour ago, after a long journey of more than five months, Geralt and his soldiers finally arrived at the Black Crow Territory, the northernmost territory in the North. The Danube is equivalent to crossing the border line, when the sky is high and the birds fly, the sea is wide and the fish leaps.

Originally, the team drove well, until a burst of wild laughter from far to near interrupted Geralt and the others' peaceful journey.

"Alert!" Geralt and Harry looked at each other and said in a deep voice.

The convoy stopped, and the soldiers drew their weapons and wound their bows and arrows.

"Hahaha, run, keep running. When you're tired of running, let your grandfather have a good time."

A total of five rough men on horses chased a woman with a baby.

The woman ran desperately, the fear in her eyes almost burst out of her sockets, she was exhausted, the wounds on her body became more and more numb, and her thirsty throat was like a fire was lit, but she dared not stop, thinking about what was in her arms. child, can't stop! Behind them are a group of devils who... cannibalize people!

At a corner, the woman saw Geralt and his group, with hope in her eyes, and the five men on horseback who also saw Geralt and the others.

Without any hesitation, the bow and arrow shot at the woman who was still running.

"Withdraw!"

"Volley!"

The two orders sounded simultaneously.

Arrows rained down, javelin and throwing axe.

As soon as the word 'withdrawal' was uttered, the men with superb riding skills turned their horses' heads and ran wildly, but the arrows rained down, except for the leading man who escaped under the belly of the horse with his amazing skills, the rest People died in the rain of arrows.

"Grab him." Geralt ordered, and the cavalry rushed out of the carriage and went straight to the man.

Geralt dismounted and walked to the woman who was still alive.

"Save my child, please..." Before she finished speaking, the woman gasped.

Geralt picked up her child from her arms and shook his head: "Alas..."

The baby was dead, and the arrow pierced the woman's thin body and pierced the baby.

"Harry!"

"grown ups?"

"Is there a village near here?" Geralt asked suspiciously. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a village to exist here, which is already very close to the border.

"There is no adult, there is no sign of the village on the map, and there is also no map on the subsequent supplementary map."

Seeing the breathless baby in his hand, Geralt, who had grown up in a peaceful society since he was a child, seemed to have a fire burning in his heart: "I might not be able to do anything for you before, but now I... Can!"

Hand the child to Harry: "Bury him."

Geralt said coldly, walked to the man who was captured by the cavalry, looked down at him, and said coldly, "How many people, where are they?"

The man glanced at Geralt contemptuously and turned his head.

"Hmph." Looking at the man who refused to speak, Geralt sneered: "Have a backbone."

Ask a cavalryman to take out a stack of papyrus from the convoy, take out a few pieces of papyrus, wet them with water, and cover them on the man's face, and then put the paper on the man's face one by one, drenching them with water, for 10 seconds. ....20 seconds.....40 seconds.....until the man began to struggle violently, Geralt tore off the paper covering the man's face, and said coldly: "How many people, which position !"

The man who was breathing heavily still looked at Geralt with disdain.

"You really have backbone."

After going back and forth a few times, the man who couldn't stand it said for the first time, "If you have the ability, kill me directly!"

"Then continue." Geralt continued the waterboarding.

The man said, "73, in that direction, please, kill me."

Geralt signaled the two cavalrymen to investigate, dropped the water bag in his hand, ignored the man, and returned to the convoy.

"My lord, it's set up properly." Harry, who went to bury the women and babies, also returned, and returned to Geralt.

Nodding, Geralt signaled that he knew, and patiently waited for news from the cavalry.

The sound of hooves kicking and kicking sounded, and the two cavalrymen who went to investigate came back.

"Sir, the information is true."

"Then kill him." Geralt said coldly.

The cavalry nodded, took out a long knife and ended the man.

"Order!"

Geralt said loudly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The soldiers waited solemnly.

"The reserve team escorts the supplies forward at a steady pace!"

"Harry stayed to command the reserve team."

"The rest, follow me at full speed!"

"Understood! Your lord!" The soldiers responded in unison, startled by a flurry of birds.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the ground was shaken like mist. Geralt led a team of nearly a hundred people to advance at full speed. He could already see the smoke of gunpowder. It was a burning wooden house, and it was also the direction of progress!

More than 70 men walked forward, pressing 20 or 30 men carrying supplies and grains. Their horses were also carrying a lot of grain. It was autumn harvest time. This village where a lot of wheat and oats were planted gave They brought a good harvest.

"With the food for winter this year, more than 30 slaves can also sell for a good price." The leader of more than 70 men thought happily.

They are a group of hyenas that hunt around the grasslands. They usually make a living by looting and mending slaves. They rely on good riding skills to bring out a strong cavalry team. They also have a good reputation on the grasslands.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something was wrong, he fell down and put his ear to the ground, "There are a lot of cavalry!"

Standing up, the leader quickly ordered: "Throw away the supplies, get on the horse! Retreat!"

Geralt, who had seen them in the telescope, sneered, "Want to leave?"

"Cavalry regiment! Prepare kerosene and burn the bridge for Lao Tzu first! Don't let them cross the river!"

"Infantry regiment! All dismount! Speed ​​up!"

"Archers! Mount and shoot! Keep your distance!"

Raising the long knife in his hand, Geralt commanded loudly.

"Everyone! Attack!!!"