MTL - Bloodline Lord of War-Chapter 179 all the way south

  Chapter 179 All the way south

  Sadness did not stay on Baron Lauren's face for too long. He is a man of iron, with a strong will and a strong heart. The current situation does not allow him to be immersed in sadness all the time.

   Baron Lauren raised his head and looked at the soldiers who were resting around him. He gradually regained his composure, and his eyes glowed with determination: "Now, I only want to bring these boys out of the wasteland alive."

   Then, Robin and Lauren had a brief chat.

  Robin was thinking about the situation of the Raging Waves Legion, as if there was a big stone on his heart. After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't help asking: "Baron Lauren, have you seen my soldiers?"

  Although Robin knew in his heart that it was unlikely that Lauren knew about the movements of the Raging Waves Legion, he still couldn't help asking.

   "Those highlanders and half-elves?" Baron Lauren thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't see it."

  He went on to say: "At that time, the entire coalition army was in chaos. Earl Goode's order could not even command the entire army. All the nobles and soldiers only cared about running for their lives."

  Robin nodded, because he had already expected it in his heart, so he was not very disappointed.

  After resting for a while behind the mound, Robin and the others had to start on the road again. Their current location is still very close to the Blood King City, and the blood army may be searching for the single human soldiers nearby, so they can't stay here for a long time.

   "I was planning to go to the Blood Fortress, but I didn't expect to meet you halfway." Baron Lauren stood up and said to Robin.

  Robin also stood up and asked suspiciously, "Go to the Blood Fortress?"

   "Yes, the main force of the coalition forces will reorganize the defense there." Baron Lauren finished speaking, with a worried expression on his face. "I hope Earl Goode can defend the blood fortress."

  Then, Lauren shouted loudly to other soldiers: "Everyone, gather and get ready to go!"

Only resting for less than half an hour, in fact, it was impossible to eliminate the physical and mental fatigue of the soldiers. These warriors of the coalition army had been fighting continuously all night, and they were already exhausted. The rest time only gave them a little breather tone.

  But everyone knows that they must get out of here as soon as possible. So upon hearing Baron Lauren's password, no one delayed, even the wounded soldiers stood up immediately, and a group of people stood in two rows in front of Baron Lauren.

  These coalition soldiers are truly elite, although their faces are exhausted, almost everyone is wounded, and the armor on their bodies is also scarred, looking ashamed like a group of beggars.

  However, there was light in each of their eyes. Robin stood in front of them, and from their eyes saw the determination to fear death and the will to never give in.

   Such eyes can only be seen by those veterans who have survived the test of blood and fire on the battlefield.

   "Target, Blood Fortress, let's go!"

   Baron Lauren gave the order to set off, and their team set off on the journey again.

  On a vast green wasteland, the soldiers lined up in two columns and marched southward under the leadership of Baron Lauren.

  The soldiers of Baron Lauren were basically infantry, and the only five cavalry in the team took on the responsibility of scouts. They were scattered around the team, acting as the eyes and ears of the whole team.

  In the eastern sky, the orange sun is slowly climbing upwards, and the temperature of the entire wasteland is also slowly rising. But a gust of cold autumn wind swept by, and even though their bodies were wrapped in the sun, the soldiers couldn't help shivering.

  Especially the clothes inside the armor were soaked with sweat and blood. At this time, they were wet and attached to the body, as if the skin was covered with a piece of cold iron.

  Baron Lauren strode in the half-person-high wild grass, with the few red hairs on his head disheveled in the cold wind. He gasped, and his strong body couldn't help shaking twice. Turning around, I saw that Robin was still confident in being himself in the cold wind, and he didn't seem to feel cold at all.

   "Robin Robin, aren't you cold?" Lauren asked curiously.

   Robin froze for a moment, then replied: "It's okay."

  The body of the Titan is also very resistant to cold, and the wind in late autumn is not enough to make Robin feel cold.

   Baron Lauren cast an envious look at Robin, and then he took out a piece of wheat cake from the buckskin bag on his waist, and handed it to Robin.

   "Here, you haven't eaten since last night, right? There may be a fierce battle to be fought later, so eat something to preserve your strength."

  Robin was also polite, and said, "Thank you."

   This kind of wheat cake is one of the common foods in the wasteland, because it is very easy to store after air drying, and it will not deteriorate after a long time, so it is often used as military rations. Of course, there is no need to think about the taste, it is dry and hard like a rock.

  Soldiers often joked that the wheat cake was their secret weapon, which could be thrown out at critical moments and used as a hidden weapon to kill the enemy.

  Soldiers usually like to break up wheat cakes and soak them in vegetable soup to soften before eating, but there is no such condition right now.

  Robin took the wheat cake and bit it directly with his teeth. It took a lot of effort to bite off a small piece. He slowly soaked it with saliva in his mouth to soften it, and began to chew hard.

  The barley cake tasted bland, like eating a handful of raw wheat flour. And it is like a sponge, it will quickly **** up all the saliva in the mouth, and the result is that the more you chew, the thirstier you become.

  The cheeks of Robin's chewing began to hurt, and he finally swallowed this small piece of wheat cake into his stomach. Although it was unpalatable to death, Robin was hungry at the moment and didn't care how it tasted.

   At this time, Abal rode over on the horse that Robin lent him. He walked to Robin's side and handed his water bag to Robin.

   "My lord, drinking some water will make it easier to swallow." Abal was eager to repay his kindness, with a warm smile on his young face, and a bit of admiration in his eyes looking at Robin.

"Thank you."

   The wheat cake in Robin's mouth has been chewed into a ball of paste, and the paste is stuck in his throat and he can't swallow it. Abal's water bag is like a helping hand.

  He took the water bag, pulled out the cork and took two gulps, finally smoothing the oatmeal mush stuck in his throat into his stomach.

   Seeing that he helped Robin, Abal smirked happily. Then, as if he remembered something, he touched the backpack on his body and said, "Oh, by the way, I still have a little pickled mustard from my hometown, which was made by my mother before I set off. Baron, if you don't If you don’t like it, try it, if you only eat wheat cakes, you won’t have any taste in your mouth.”

  Abal took out a fist-sized sauce-colored clay pot from his backpack, opened the lid, and brought it to Robin. He said earnestly, "You grab some and eat it with wheat cakes. It will taste good in your mouth."

   Robin glanced at Abal, and the young man looked expectant. So, Robin stretched out three fingers and pinched a handful of mustard in the clay pot.

  The raw material of these pickled mustard is a wild vegetable that is very common in the wilderness, called quina diced, and it is still green when taken out of the clay pot.

  Robin squeezed a small handful and put it in his mouth. There was no other taste except salty, but as Abal said, there was finally a little taste in his mouth, and the wheat cakes were not so unpalatable.

   "Well, yes, thank you." Robin smiled and said something polite.

After receiving Robin's compliment, Abaddon became even happier, and said eagerly: "Master Baron, you can eat some more, if you like it, after we go back, I will ask my mother to make more, and I will deliver it to you in person. "

  At this time, a coalition soldier behind suddenly interjected: "Abar, don't be so sentimental, what is the status of the baron, how can you like those poor mustards made at your home."

Abal's face turned red immediately, and he also suddenly noticed that he seemed a little too complacent in front of Baron Robin, and even tried to give Baron Robin a gift, and the gifts he gave were still everywhere mustard. yes. Lord Robin is a nobleman, how could he like such poor food.

Robin had a good impression of this young man who knew how to repay his kindness. He looked back at the soldier who inserted back, and then said to Abal with a smile: "I like this mustard, Abal, if you really want to send me some , I am waiting for you in Raging Waves City."

  Abar was overjoyed when he heard it, and nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will definitely send it to you, my lord."

   After finishing speaking, Abal turned his head and raised his proud chin at the soldier who interrupted just now, with a victorious expression on his face.

After Abal rode away, Baron Lauren slowed down and came to Robin's side, half jokingly and half vigilantly said: "Baron Robin, don't think of my soldiers, Abal boy He is a good seedling, and I plan to promote him to be the team leader in the future, but I won't give it to you."

  Robin rolled his eyes at Baron Lauren: "Don't worry, Abal is just thanking me for giving him the horse."

   As he spoke, Robin suddenly smiled slyly and changed the topic. "However, if Abal himself is willing to follow me, then I will always come."

  Actually, Robin didn't intend to poach Baron Lauren's corner at all, but he just rushed to this point, and he deliberately made a little trouble.

   "Lord Robin, you..."

  Just as Lauren was about to say something, he suddenly saw a cavalryman running over on the grassland in front of him. Although the distance was still relatively far, Lauren could tell at a glance that it was the cavalry scout he had sent out.

   Baron Lauren frowned, and his face sank suddenly: "Hassel is back." After saying this, he immediately went up to meet him.

  Hassell is a veteran who has been with Baron Lauren for a long time. He has an obvious scar on the left side of his face. It is said that he once blocked a knife for Baron Lauren, and Baron Lauren respects him very much.

   He rode his war horse and ran to Lauren quickly, then pulled the rein suddenly, and stopped quickly. He looked very anxious, as if there was something wrong.

He got off his horse, first saluted Baron Lauren, and then said: "My lord, about five miles ahead, we found a blood team with a total of more than a dozen hobgoblins, including a bear goblin." , they were resting by a small river."

   "Is this the only vampire team? Have you checked out whether there are other vampire troops near them?" Baron Lauren asked nervously.

  Hassel replied very positively: "We have checked the surrounding area, it is a lone army, and there are no other blood races."

  Robin also came over at this time, Baron Lauren turned to Robin and asked, "Baron Robin, a group of blood soldiers appeared in front of us, what do you think we should do?"

  Robin did not hesitate: "Either go around, or kill them!"

  After hearing Robin's answer, Baron Lauren showed a hesitant expression on his face. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then walked back and forth on the grass for two steps.

   Then, as if he had made up his mind, his eyes slowly became firm.

There are less than 20 hobgoblins in this blood group, plus a bear goblin. Lauren has 50 elite heads, occupying an absolute superiority in strength. If a surprise attack is launched, it is entirely possible to destroy this team with zero casualties. Blood squad.

Now that he is completely sure that he can win, Lauren's strong sense of responsibility prevents him from sitting idly by. He said to Robin: "There are not many blood soldiers in this group, and I want to eat them. For this group of damned scourges, what can I do?" Eating a part is a part."

  Robin had no objections, and the two quickly reached an agreement. Then, Baron Lauren gave an order to attack, and the troops expanded from a marching formation to a combat formation, and began to slowly approach the position reported by the scouts.

   It didn't take long before they arrived near the small river that the scouts had mentioned.

  A small meandering river flows in the grass, like a silver ribbon on a green canvas. The river is very shallow, with a width of only four or five meters. Humans can wade through it. The river gurgles and makes pleasant sounds.

  The blood clan team reported by the scouts gathered by the small river at this time, and seemed to be eating. The blood hobgoblins sat in a circle. They took out pieces of dried meat from their bags, put them in their mouths and chewed them. When they were thirsty, they crawled to the river and drank a few cups. Mouth of pure natural river water.

  Although these vampire warriors have strong vitality, they are not real vampires after all, and they still need to eat normally.

  A burly goblin bear sat next to the blood hobgoblin, like a hill. It was holding a thick femur more than one meter long in its hand, and was gnawing on it with relish. The shape of the leg bone looked like the bone of a wilderness buffalo.

Robin and the others quietly touched the side of the creek, and unexpectedly found that this group of vampires didn't even have a guard. Maybe it was a big victory that made them relax their vigilance, or maybe the hobgoblin's elm head couldn't remember Stay on guard. In short, Robin and the others hid in the tall grass at half a person's height, and slowly approached them, sneaking very smoothly.

  The soldiers lowered their heads as much as possible to hide their bodies in the grass. They opened a fan, like a big net, and slowly surrounded the blood team.

  The crossbowmen had already put the arrows on the crossbow strings, and the soldiers holding the bows also quietly opened the bow strings, quietly aimed at the nearest blood hobgoblin, and were ready to shoot arrows.

   Seeing that the soldiers around were getting ready, Baron Lauren jumped out of the grass and shouted, "Attack!"

  As soon as he fell, the soldiers who had ambushed immediately popped their heads out of the bushes. The archers and crossbowmen fired a salvo first.

  (end of this chapter)