Imperial Crown.

Chapter 90: You can die, but you can’t lose

Hearing the nearly collapsed cry, Weisdong turned his head and his heart trembled violently.

As far as the eye can see, the entire field of vision is filled with horse thieves, and less than half of the Eagle Army are still on horseback!
Some of them fell to the ground, their internal organs crushed by the horses' hooves, their hearts and lungs spilling out of their mouths.

Some were nailed to their horses by spears, and fell to the ground with their horses. They were unable to break free and died in pain.

Some had half of their bodies chopped off, with even their hearts exposed!
Even the Eagle Army soldiers who were still on horseback were all wounded and covered in blood!

If this continues, the entire army will be wiped out soon!

Weisdon gripped the hilt tightly, raised the blade high, and suppressed the resentment in his heart:

"The second battalion is the rear guard!"

"Eagle Army—retreat!"

Vesdon's roar resounded throughout the battlefield, but it did not immediately change the situation.

The Eagle Army and the horse bandits had already been mixed together and were indistinguishable from each other.

The sudden change of purpose made the battlefield more chaotic than before!

Every soldier of the Eagle Army began to look for opportunities to break out.

White didn't move because he was a member of the second team.

Now, his shield was full of holes, his sword was full of gaps, and there were six or seven holes on his leather armor, some deep and some shallow. Although they did not hurt his vital parts, they had dyed the originally black and gray leather armor red.

At the moment he heard Visdon's order, his comrade beside him was distracted and was stabbed in the throat by a lance. He instantly lost his life and fell off his horse.

The blood splattered on White's face, and it looked extremely hot in the freezing weather.

But he didn't bother to wipe it off, not only because his body was already covered in blood, but also because a new attack was coming!
He raised the shield, and with a slight sound of "click", he shook his arm and a flying axe was embedded in it. The axe blade pierced through the shield, reflecting the bloody light.

There was the sound of wind in his ears, and White expressionlessly used his long sword to block the scimitar that was slashing at him from the side. When the two crossed each other, he saw a hideous smile on the other party's face.

But he didn't care, and there was no ripple in his heart.

White couldn't even sense his own emotions right now.

Calm, numb, and indifferent are not enough to describe his state at this moment.

The fear left him, and he didn't feel any excitement at all.

He now had only one thought in his mind -

mission accomplished!

White tilted his head slightly to avoid a spear that was thrust towards him, and slashed forward with the sword in his hand along the spear.

The horse thief on the opposite side let out a cry of pain, and two fingers fell in mid-air, but this did not affect the horse thief's movements. He pulled back his spear and stabbed again.

It has to be said that the ferocity of these horse thieves far exceeded White's expectations.

At this time, he should have rode forward and thrust the sword into the opponent's chest, but White did not do so.

He was not a cavalryman and could only avoid being thrown off the horse. Now that he was engaged in a battle, he had to ensure that he could always stay on the horse.

So he raised his shield.

The action of raising the shield, which had been practiced thousands of times, had almost become an instinct, allowing it to block the lance's path.

click-

The spear pierced the shield, causing the iron sheet to roll and wood chips to fly.

White only felt his hand lighten, and the shield, which was already overwhelmed, suddenly shattered. The gun blade pushed forward and pierced into his shoulder socket.

Surprisingly, White didn't even feel any pain. He clamped the gun tip with his shoulder, raised his left hand to hold the gun barrel, and pulled it hard behind him.

No one expected White to do this. The horse thief didn't have time to let go. His center of gravity, which was already unstable due to the stabbing, was instantly destroyed, and he fell forward from his horse.

White raised his sword and cut his throat.

The corpse fell to the ground with the spear, and the blade of the spear was pulled out of White's shoulder, splashing a puff of blood.

There was no time to catch his breath, no time to bandage himself, no time to rejoice, because another bandit was charging towards him.

The four horse thieves were like a wall and a forest. Their horses' hooves kicked up bloody mud and their spears flashed a terrifying light.

A sudden enlightenment came over White.

I'm probably really going to die here.

The moment he realized this fact, White's heart began to beat vigorously, and scenes from his life flashed through his mind.

Surprisingly, some scenes that he thought he would never forget flashed by, and only his life after joining the Eagle Army was extremely clear.

The first time I received training, the first time I made a mistake, the first time I had a meal together, the first time I dragged the whole team to run together...

The training, which lasted less than four months, turned out to be the most meaningful time in his life.

He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it forward, wanting to say something.

But the next moment, as the sound of horse hooves approached, four spears pierced his chest almost at the same time!

"go to hell!"

The horse thieves roared angrily!

The sound of bones breaking was clearly heard by White, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose like a fountain.

But White was not dead yet. Instead, he raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse and dry but clear:

“…I can die.”

"But, the Eagle Army cannot be destroyed...!!"

"Lord Baron, we can't lose!!!"

He roared and growled.

Using up his last bit of strength, White threw his sword at a horse thief, but the sword lost its power as soon as it left his hand and fell in vain into the mud.

What a pity. I want to kill one more for the Baron...

He placed one hand on the gun barrel and raised a middle finger with the other hand tremblingly:
"Fuck your mother...!"

This sound was particularly long, so long that it took his last breath and also took his life.

The four bandits were stunned for a moment. They had killed many people before, but had never seen such an enemy.

Even though they were in different camps, these horse thieves developed a little admiration for White.

The sound of horse hooves slowly sounded, and Helaiti rode over. He examined White's body with a serious expression, and then drove his horse to White's side.

The horse thieves admire the strong, and White's performance is undoubtedly worthy of this title.

And Helaiti is also a well-known strong man on the Bloody Highlands!
Just when everyone thought that Heleti would show the most basic respect to this strong man.

He suddenly drew the scimitar from his waist and chopped off White's head!
"Did you see it?" Pulling White's hair, Heleti lifted White's head high, looking around, his voice as cold as iron:

"This is what happens when you go against me!"

The wind was cold, but these words were even colder, causing the horse thieves present to shudder.

Heleti's eyes swept across the battlefield.

That’s right, there were more than twenty, nearly thirty Eagle Army corpses lying on the ground.

But the number of horse thieves' bodies was more than ten.

With twice the number of troops and fighting on horseback, the Eagle Army was still able to inflict such losses.

It’s all because of soldiers like White!
Once these veterans who have seen blood return to the Bloody Heights, with them as the backbone, they may attract more than a hundred people next year, but two hundred, three hundred, or even five hundred!

We must not let them go!
Heleti looked at the Eagle Army, which maintained order even in retreat, and shouted an order:
"Chase me!"

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(End of this chapter)