The thunder rolled over, and the gloomy rain clouds pressed over the head. The depressing feeling made people feel uncomfortable in breathing. It was clearly morning, but the sky was dark like evening. The surroundings were muddy, and the sound of raindrops hitting the grass echoed in my ears, monotonous and boring.

Ruger was trying to untie the dry food bag tied on the horse, but he became more and more bored because he pulled a knot.

He reached out and wiped his cheeks full of rain. He frowned, took a deep breath, then suddenly drew his sword and "brushed" the rope. This action seemed to vent his inexplicable irritability in his heart. After breathing a sigh of relief, he took out the meat and chewed it, slowly closed his eyes, trying to calm down the chaotic mood in his heart.

It was four hours before the morning incident occurred. After escaping from the Wolf Cavalry, the scout team was led by Roddy to find the horses and supplies. After several transfers, they found such a hidden place and built a simple camp.

As the rain was raining, the soldiers were recovering their strength in the tent. After giving the order to "rest and standby" Roddy walked into the tent alone, and had not issued any other instructions until now. At this time, Ruger returned to his tent and sat dull. After eating the jerky meat, he began to unconsciously wipe his sword.

To be honest, although the morning was a frustrating "escape", there were no casualties and the results they had accumulated before, but the morale of the team was not too sluggish at this time... There was always annoyance in his heart, but Ruge wanted to find the orcs to fight with real swords and guns. Even if he died in the battlefield, he was willing to do it.

As a veteran who has experienced war, Ruger has many stories that he has never mentioned before, because it will make him feel indescribable fear and torture. After so many years, I thought I would forget those scenes, but after today's escape, he found that what flashed in front of his eyes were those scenes that he had tried to forget long ago...

The chaotic sound of horse hooves, the dull sound of the wolf cavalry running, the scouts were panicked - more than ten years ago, Luge also encountered orcs on this grassland... At that time, he was also running desperately, but the soldiers beside him were thrown into the net one after another, and those once familiar comrades were cruelly killed by the orcs. In the end, he was the only one left to escape back.

Don't run away... don't run away... don't run away...

We have killed more than 300 orcs, and we have done enough. Now we have been chased and no one has died. What can we do if we leave?

I can't escape! If you run away again... I'm afraid this sword will no longer be tighter.

Two completely different voices echoed in his heart. Ruger pursed his lips and stared in front of him. The hand holding the hilt of the sword was a little white. To be honest, he really didn't want to end the action that should have been smooth while escaping.

The faces of those old comrades flashed in his mind again. Ruger closed his eyes, took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and walked towards the tent where Roddy was in the heavy rain...

But before he could take a few steps, he saw Soderol and Carter who were also standing in the rain. The three of them looked at each other for a few times. In the end, they did not ask each other anything, but walked towards the always quiet tent that belonged to Roddy.

I thought I would see Roddy's face waiting for a decision, but when I lifted up the curtain of Roddy's camp, the scene in front of them made them a little stunned.

Roddy, wearing a single dress, was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and was throwing the parchment with a map in front of him. The light of the ring on his hand illuminated the paper that had been wet by the rain, but Roddy's eyes did not put them on it, but closed her eyes, and her fingers were regularly hitting his knees, humming lyrics that others could not understand:

“I love you deeply

You love a fool

Idiots don't love you

You're even more stupid than a fool."

The Chinese lyrics naturally didn't understand what they mean in the ears of Soderol and others, but they seemed to hear some leisurely and excessive emotions in the lyrics. Cooperating with Roddy's expression and posture at this time, the three of them had the strange illusion that they were not themselves but the wolf cavalry who were chased in the morning...

Could it be that Roddy was stimulated?

"Commander, we..."

Carter took the lead in breaking the cold, but before he could finish his words, he saw Roddy raise his hand and make a stop gesture.

The fingers that were hitting the knee suddenly stopped. When his eyes opened, Roddy's entire aura seemed to have changed inexplicably.

"Carter, follow the order."

The strange tone and strange expression, for Soderol, Carter and Ruger in front of him, Roddy's appearance at this time was something they had never seen before... The usual calm chat and laughter, the seriousness of command, and the encouragement after victory made them think they were already familiar with this powerful commander, but now, they suddenly felt an invisible pressure - they found that they had never really seen Roddy clearly.

"yes!"

Carter swallowed, and Roddy in front of him looked not very different from usual, but his eyes were filled with an indescribable sense of oppression. To put it, it turned out to be a kind of neuroticism that looked like a madman.

"I was ambushed today, and my morale was a bit sluggish. We all saw it, but this is not enough - the soldiers' will cannot collapse. We killed more than 300 people on the other side before, but we cannot be scared out of fear because we were chased by the other side for a few kilometers. Do you understand?"

The words that seemed to be talking to themselves made the three of them nervous - this was a strange Roddy, and his words were no longer as indifferent as before, but they were full of madness and confidence.

"You, when you go out, tell them that the more than 70 wolf cavalry are not invincible. We don't have to be afraid to face them, we can win. Do you know how to win? Just like what we did before, just like more than 300 orcs we killed, we can do that, and we can do that next. So now you go out and tell them one by one, tell them these things, and play your role, do you understand?"

"Yes...yes! I understand!"

Carter had only a moment of hesitation and chose to believe Roddy, turned around and left the tent, and disappeared into the rain.

With his eyes turned toward the two captains in front of him, Roddy continued to command in an unquestionable tone: "Sodlor, Ruger, one hour later, bring everyone together."

He reached out to pick up the map that was already unusable due to water stains, his eyes stayed on the only dry word "Death Swamp" above, then took a breath, gently tore the parchment into pieces, and sprinkled it on the ground-

"Take off all useless baggage, take off your armor, throw away your weapons... Our **** Cossack Village."

Amid the thunder, Soderol and Ruger, who were stunned, received such a "combat order" that they could not understand at all in the fourth hour after the escape.

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After afternoon, the rain in Cossack village gradually stopped.

The atmosphere in the village seemed a little dull at this time. The soldiers who originally lived here were working overtime to slaughter cattle and sheep for food reserves, consuming such a large amount of fresh meat just to allow the wolf and wolf cavalry who had a huge appetite to have a second full meal.

From this we can see the "preciousness" of the wolf cavalry. Training a qualified wolf cavalry is secondly. The meat these wolves only eat every day is no longer much more expensive than the war horses that eat grass.

Looking at the sky where the rain gradually stopped, the face of the witch doctor Sarota seemed particularly gloomy at this moment. Today's plan to win was finally miscalculated, and the anger in his heart was naturally unavoidable. "Group Bloodthirst" is a powerful auxiliary witchcraft that Sarota often used in tribal wars. In all the battles that have occurred in the past five years, this range of witchcraft has made the orcs of the "Rohar Hammer" almost invincible, but now this spell failed to allow the wolf cavalry to intercept the damned humans, which made him feel frustrated.

He knew the flaws of the wolf cavalry, so he set up an ambush, but he never thought that the other party had seen through the ambush in advance and retreated decisively - if the other party took even a step slower, he would probably not have achieved no results in the end as he is now.

But no matter how upset he was, Sarota decided to let the soldiers go home after a full meal. He did not expect the group of humans to have a fever and then return here. So at this time, looking at the sky that no longer rained, he felt that it was almost time to leave.

"Zoron, you go another way and go directly to inform Chief Rohal of what happened here today. I will return to the village and wait for you to come back with the Chief's new order tonight."

Picking up the cane, Sarota arranged a task for the students beside him. The conflict with the "Blood Spear" tribe is big or small. With news from his own side, it is estimated that Chief Rohal would not fight to the death with Chief Sack. He was thinking this in his heart, but he saw Zoro showing a hesitant look-

"Teacher. But—"

"I know you are unwilling to accept it, and I am the same. The cunning of those humans is beyond imagination, but they have no strength after all. I originally thought they would be real warriors, ha... but I didn't expect that these humans would only be like rats Cao Zan. This failure should be counted on me. If they followed the team to fight together at that time, they would definitely not be able to escape - but Zoro, you also understand that my complaints are just to tell you that the real warriors will only prove his strength with their actions."

Sarota did not make excuses for his failure. Zoro gritted his teeth and finally focused his attention and said, "If I find an opportunity, I must cut off their heads and dedicate them to the teacher!"

"Oh. I should be dedicated to Chief Rohal, not me."

Even though he said that, Sarota's eyes were quite satisfied. He waved his hand and signaled that Zoro could leave, while the latter immediately turned around and left, riding a wolf, heading towards the center of the tribe first.
Chapter completed!