Chapter 535： rebellion seven

"He... he... seems familiar?"

Paul held his nose and looked at the "teppanyaki" that was obviously overcooked in front of him with some nausea.

But fortunately, this wave of attacks was repelled again—just after the one was roasted, but this person’s identity should be very important from the side, although Paul didn’t know whose face was under the red-hot iron armor—it should be Speaking of whose face it was originally, of course he is not interested in checking it out. If he sees that scene, he will never forget it.

Paul even a little hoped that his family knight Fergus was inside the iron armor. He hated that traitor now, and cursed him a hundred or eighty times in his heart.

It was the first time he encountered such a dangerous situation since time travel. Ah, you can't say that, there was another time when I met a lunatic wizard on the way.

"Woo—" A guard lying next to him made a painful sound. Just now, this brave and dedicated guard blocked Paul with his body. After the dressing, he was no longer able to fight.

Paul squatted down and carefully moved a comfortable position for his guard.

"Thank you, sir." "Stop talking, and have a good rest."

He silently prayed for the guard's health in his heart, alas, such a deep wound, but now he has neither penicillin nor sulfonamide.

"Master Graeman." Ratti reminded him from the side, "After enduring so many failures, the rebels are likely to launch a fire attack, and the kindling they brought will not be for barbecue after all. .”

"Are you...have the confidence to protect everyone?"

Paul looked at Ratti suspiciously. Although his camp was set up on an open field, there were lush weeds growing on the ground.

"I'll do my best."

Do you do your best? Hearing Ratti's words, Paul felt a little bitter, but the other party's next sentence lifted his spirits.

"Also, I have some good news for you. The Eighth Infantry Battalion is already on its way here."

"what?"

Paul cried out, this is great news.

"Everyone!" He shouted to everyone in the camp with all his strength, "Our reinforcements are coming, and the Eighth Infantry Battalion closest to us is coming here. As long as we can persist, the dawn of victory will surely accompany us." The sun is shining on us!"

Sure enough, as soon as the good news was announced, the dull and anxious atmosphere that lingered in the entire camp disappeared almost instantly. Although no one shouted excitedly, everyone's eyes burst out with hope.

"However!" After much thought, Paul decided to tell everyone in advance, "Next, the traitors may use the method of setting fire to the forest to deal with us. Everyone must be mentally prepared. Ms. Setia will use a There are special methods to protect everyone, so you don't have to worry too much."

These words made everyone's heart tighten again, and the serious expression returned to everyone's face again.

As for Ms. Setia's special method, in fact, after the battle just now, everyone roughly guessed what was going on, especially the sudden burst of flames, which was so impressive.

Although due to certain legends, her possible identity may make people feel a little troubled, but for this beautiful lady who fought side by side with everyone, everyone's heart is mostly respect. People who have faced the catastrophe of life and death together, no matter how strange or even estranged they were from each other before, there will always be a mysterious force that makes them resonate in a certain way.

In the next battle, crisis and hope coexist!

…

The tragedy of Chacon caused the morale of the rebels involved in the siege to collapse instantly. After the failure of the previous few sieges, rumors began to spread quietly among them: the tyrant lord Paul Greiman mastered the evil black magic, and could ignore the opponent's defense and directly take people's lives. Now a fire dragon sprayed out from the camp had killed Chacon, confirming the legend of Graman's mastery of black magic.

Under the pressure of great fear, the besieging thugs retreated again, leaving behind the dead bodies and the screaming wounded, they retreated to the place where Fergus and others stayed.

"Bastard, what are you talking about?"

Old Varun learned of his son's death from the rout soldiers. His eyes were wide open, his canthus were about to split open, and his skinny hands firmly grasped the narrator's arm.

"Impossible! This is impossible! My Chacon is a child blessed by the gods, how could he die under the evil black magic of Ziggleman."

The crazy appearance of the old man scared the narrator into fear.

"Master Warren, please forgive me." His voice trembled, fearing that the harsh master in front of him would stab him with a knife.

"Ah-ah-ah-"

Old Warren looked up to the sky and shouted, "Paul Greiman, I must avenge my son!"

Fergus watched coldly from the sidelines, letting old Warren vent for a while.

He put his hand on old Warren's shoulder when the other stopped to catch his breath.

"It's a sad thing, Chacon was a good lad and he died for what's right."

"Fuck justice." Dimitar Warren shook off Fergus's hand, "I'm going to send Paul Greiman to **** right now."

He hurried a few steps to a bunch of torches, reached out and held them up.

"Fergus, carry out your final plan now. Sacrifice Graham and his minions with flames, and soothe the soul of my poor child."

…

Lieutenant Colonel Carter Hawley, the camp tent of the 8th Infantry Battalion, once again whipped the horse's buttocks. The mount, which had just slowed down a little bit, immediately stood up, and raised its four hooves as high as it did not long ago.

Before departure, the town hall where the garrison was located was very cooperative with the army's request, and collected more than 400 horses from the city overnight, which was enough for the Eighth Infantry Battalion, which is currently only in a half-formed state~www.novelhall. com~The more than 260 people in the camp all rode horses, and the remaining horses were also taken away for transfer on the road.

Carter Hawley is very thankful that all the soldiers in his battalion have undergone riding training, otherwise it would be useless even if he could recruit horses.

"Report!" A messenger ran over from the front of the team. Salute to the lieutenant colonel.

"What's up?"

"The village of Babor is coming soon."

"Okay!" Lieutenant Colonel Hawley rubbed his fists happily.

Graham-sama's letter stated that several houses in Babor Village were participants in the rebellion.

"Immediately block all access roads in the village."

"Yes!" The signal soldier also rode his horse and went back to the front of the team.

The lord's letter only said that he was trapped in a nearby forest, and Lieutenant Colonel Hawley needed to know more specific location from the traitor's family.