Although the village’s resistance was unexpectedly tenacious, it soon began to collapse under the overwhelming force.
After all, a single Tarkhor knight had managed to engage most of the wildlings’ fighting strength, let alone the thirty well-trained and well-equipped soldiers.
After Tarkhor beheaded someone who seemed to be the leader, the wildlings screamed, cried, and fell into chaos.
“Haha… Prepare ropes, bind the prisoners!”
Tarkhor laughed loudly and issued orders.
By this time, even the regular soldiers had been driven to savagery and brutality, throwing discipline to the wind as they began searching for women and wealth.
Wu Ming’s group of mercenaries, who had hidden behind during the fighting and acted timidly, now displayed inexplicable bravery, rushing ahead of the soldiers.
Under their lead, the original soldiers also scattered in disorder.
Fortunately, at this point, the enemies had already given up resistance, and there seemed to be no danger.
Flames roared, mixed with the sounds of slashing and killing, women’s cries, and the weeping of elders and children, resembling a painting of hell.
Wu Ming slightly slowed his pace, not joining in the scramble for loot or rushing to find women like his subordinates. Instead, he glanced around himself.
After the previous chaos, only Andrew, Henry, and two of his original mercenaries remained by his side.
“Although there were some twists, it was still relatively smooth… Was it just an illusion?”
Wu Ming felt a stirring in his heart, but the danger he sensed had not diminished at all, making him cautiously watch his surroundings.
“Hurry up and put out the fire! You idiots only thinking about your own desires! Don’t burn down the granary!”
The Tarkhor knight stood at the highest point, shouting loudly: “Others prepare ropes, bind the prisoners, we only need adult men and women… Ugh!”
Suddenly, a bone arrow shot out from the darkness like a venomous snake, aiming precisely at the gap in the armor and ruthlessly piercing into the Tarkhor’s lower back.
The Tarkhor knight let out a cry of pain and knelt halfway to the ground.
“That archer from the hidden outpost!”
Wu Ming’s eyes flickered, immediately rushing quickly toward the archer’s position.
Xiū!
Midway through his run, another bone arrow came flying, clearly aiming for his eyes.
However, his agility was incomparable to that of the Tarkhor. He simply dodged the arrow, rushing into a common wooden house.
The thin wooden boards could not stop his brute strength; with just one sword strike, he split the door open.
In the flying straw, he saw a nimble figure jumping down from the roof.
The figure carried a longbow; in the darkness, it was impossible to see the face clearly, but a pair of eyes gleamed sharply, like a wild female leopard.
“A woman?!”
Wu Ming felt slightly surprised in his heart but mercilessly swung his sword.
Once on the battlefield, they were all warriors without distinction of gender.
Moreover, this woman’s archery skills were quite good; in a surrounded situation, she could pose a threat to him. Having feelings of chivalry and mercy at a time like this would be tantamount to seeking death.
“Lord’s hound!”
At such close range, drawing the bow again was obviously too late. The woman cursed, drew a dagger, crouched low, slightly bent her waist, resembling a bow full of explosive power, dodged Wu Ming’s sword strike, and her dagger stabbed toward him like the fangs of a venomous snake.
“The strength of this village is somewhat beyond expectation…”
Wu Ming slightly turned his body and executed a spinning slash, watching the woman nimbly jump away and flee without hesitation, a thought arising in his mind.
Whether it was her or the previous opponent, they all seemed to have undergone some degree of formal training, and their skills were quite good.
If it weren’t for their inferior equipment and the surprise attack, it would be hard to say whether his side could defeat them.
At this moment, he immediately drew his longbow and shot an arrow at the woman’s retreating figure.
Pū!
Even in such an environment, his sharp perception played an excellent role. Wu Ming clearly saw blood burst from the woman’s shoulder as she collapsed by the roadside.
He rushed forward quickly, raising his sword.
As he drew closer, he noticed that the woman had a truly excellent figure, curvaceous and full of wild allure, seemingly silently tempting someone to conquer her.
But who was Wu Ming? Without even blinking, his sword was about to sever the woman’s head.
In the next instant, the woman on the ground suddenly sprang up, her dagger colliding once again with the steel sword, only to shatter without surprise.
Wu Ming kicked her in the abdomen, and his sword swiftly pressed against her pale neck, slowly piercing the skin and sinking into the muscle.
“What is your name?”
He asked in a low voice.
“Armored hound, accomplice of the ogres, I am the noble daughter of the forest, and I will never surrender to you!”
The woman’s face was filled with hatred. Suddenly, she threw herself forward, offering her neck to the sword tip.
Pū!
The sharp blade effortlessly cut through the trachea. She fell into a pool of blood, her limbs convulsing.
“Accomplice of the ogres?”
Just as Wu Ming heard a piece of intelligence and was in a state of confusion, she had already chosen to commit suicide, causing his expression to change: “Ogres?! Could it be that the village was not preparing for us, but for the cannibals in the wild? Not good!”
The wildlings lived under extremely harsh conditions and were constantly facing danger.
They had to guard against natural disasters and wild beasts, the pursuit of the lord, and even real attacks from wild men!
Because in the eyes of the cannibals, they were also food, a reserve for winter!
Wu Ming rushed out the door in a few quick steps, seeing the blazing fire and a large number of soldiers and mercenaries scattered, looting wealth and indulging in their beastly desires, shaking his head inwardly.
“Henry! Andrew! If you want to survive, quickly follow me away!”
He looked at the few subordinates who had caught up and quickly retreated to the edge of the village.
“Ow ow!”
The next moment, beast-like howls immediately echoed around, one after another.
By the moonlight and firelight, Wu Ming saw a large group of over a hundred dark figures howling and charging toward the village.
They had a human form, but their faces were painted with blue and red dyes, their hair disheveled, wearing animal skins, and hanging necklaces made of various teeth and bones across their chests. Waving various bone and stone weapons, they rushed into the unguarded village.
“They are real savages… Giggling… Cannibals!”
Beside Wu Ming, Andrew’s teeth were already chattering, and Henry’s expression also kept changing: “A trap? When did these savages learn to use that?”
Seeing the savages skillfully using grass ropes to make loops and throw them around the soldiers’ necks, Wu Ming already knew that the situation was lost.
Originally, if the two sides met on an open plain, with their training and equipment, his side would not have been without a fighting chance.
But now, the entire formation had scattered, the soldiers immersed in the joy of plunder, and the leader, Sir Tarkhor, was seriously injured!
Unless he could immediately gain supernatural power, no one could reverse the tide of this situation.
“Ow ow!”
A dozen or so savages also spotted Wu Ming’s group and came charging with howls.
Xiū! Xiū!
Wu Ming quickly drew his bow and shot arrows rapidly, running while shooting like a continuous stream. The chests of the front few savages were pierced by arrows with still trembling tail feathers, and they fell down limply.
“If you don’t want to die, follow me and break through!”
Wu Ming shouted, threw away his bow, and gripped his steel sword with both hands, fiercely slashing forward.
Pū chī!
Hot, scalding blood sprayed, splattering his hands, but at this moment, there was no time to care about that.
Behind him, a large number of screams came, and he could see the pitiful Joe already had one arm chopped off, his neck twisted at an odd angle, lying in a pool of blood.
“Kill!”
The more dire the situation, the calmer Wu Ming’s mind became.
He turned, slashed with his sword, cut through the thick wooden club, and his blade, as if it had a life of its own, followed the bones of the savage behind him, cutting into the gaps and splitting him in two.
Although he had not activated any supernatural powers, his speed and strength had already reached the limit of an ordinary person. Moreover, in terms of combat experience and technique, no one could compare with him.
“Tulu! Tulu!!!”
Even the savages knew fear and the principle of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. After Wu Ming killed several of them, the other savages cried out in panic, then ran back into the village, automatically opening a path to escape.
After all, compared to Wu Ming, who looked clearly formidable, there were more vulnerable prey in the village!
“Tulu” meant demon, devil, or terrifying in the savages’ language.
Obviously, they had equated the ferocious Wu Ming at this moment with these evils.
“Quickly, leave!”
Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Wu Ming and his remaining subordinates broke through the encirclement.
After running out of the encirclement, he looked back one last time, seeing the image of Sir Tarkhor and his two attendants being knocked unconscious, fallen to the ground, and bound.
…
The sun rose in the east.
Within the original soldier’s camp, however, there was a chill in the air.
The previous night had been chaotic, and some lucky individuals had successfully broken through and gathered here.
“Cursed! Cursed!”
Henry paced back and forth, looking at the other companions who were dejected and heavily injured, suddenly squatting down and hugging his head: “Even cannibals can use strategies? What the hell is going on with this damned world?”
“They are not cannibals; they are savages just like the wildlings, also possessing intelligence!”
Andrew sat on the ground, bandaging his wound, not knowing what he thought of, his eyes somewhat dazed.
“The key point is that we lost this time, and even Sir Tarkhor was captured…”
Henry wailed, looking at Wu Ming: “Boss, what should we do? Those cannibals are not nobles, they have no interest in glittering ransom…”
“I have decided!”
Wu Ming suddenly stood up, eating wheat cakes bite by bite: “Sir Tarkhor is not dead, I will go rescue him!”
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