Spearman’s Growth Story

Whispering helplessly, the body of the warrior turned into a little dust, and went with the wind under Zhao Huang’s gaze.

PS: There is no chapter for completeness. Although it is late, I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival.

PS2: Not today. I was busy from six in the morning to five in the afternoon, and I am still a little sleepy.

013 Celtic massacre, the sorrow of the old man

When Zhao Huang and Fergus were fighting fiercely, a battle broke out somewhere a few kilometers away. .

“Is it here, Maeve.”

He lifted his foot and kicked the broken copper and iron that was in the way on the ground, and the man looked at the passing by with cold eyes, Wu Yang Yang. Celtic soldier.

“Um…very close. If you move towards this direction, you will soon encounter it.”

Stroked the smooth belly that was exposed in the air, Maeve smiled and answered softly.

The resonance of the Holy Grail becomes more and more obvious, and it feels like a restless fetus in the belly is moving.

This kind of peculiar touch makes Maeve’s face rise alluring blush.

On this battlefield where corpses everywhere across the field, she is so seductive that a bad luck Rebel fighter was lost in an instant just because he saw her face and was rushed up. Celtic cannon fodder pierced the heart.

It sounds like he died very bad luck, but compared to those desperately fighting, the empty bullet did not leave a trace of the enemy鈥檚 wounds, and finally came the companion who died in despair and humiliation. , He was lucky.

鈥斺€擜 total of three hundred Celtic soldiers attacked this resistance camp that was discovered by accident.

This was just a matter of convenience, because Maeve wanted to do this, so the man acquiesced.

Anyway, you have to pass through here, so it doesn鈥檛 matter if you clean up the garbage.

The flare for help has already been launched, but when the remaining servants have only one severely wounded person who can’t even stand up, I am afraid that the rebels will not be able to hold back the help from the servants.

So, they can only abandon the camp and retreat while fighting their lives bravely.

It’s not for oneself to survive, but for more companions to survive.

To fight against the invaders.

Even if the times change, the courage in people’s hearts will not change at all. They are indeed inferior to the soldiers of God’s generation in strength, but this realization has not fallen behind.

The blood keeps flowing.

The enemy is advancing wildly.

The physical ability that is weaker than the followers but far stronger than humans makes them like wolves into the flock, tearing every human body.

The soldiers have retreated desperately, but the result is still only despair.

“鈥曗€?#8221;

This soldier, perhaps shouldn’t turn his head while escaping.

If he hadn’t looked back, maybe he wouldn’t have seen this crazy truth.

However, the painful cries that were originally one after another were all blocked by the sound of footsteps.

This made him panic. Therefore, he chose to obey instinct and go back to confirm the situation.

The only thing that caught his eye was a sea of 鈥嬧€媌lood.

It was less than two hundred meters before escaping. All the rebels in the camp had died, leaving him running with a young silhouette with long orange hair.

鈥曗€旳s the youngest rebel in the camp, he volunteered to stay and did not go to the factory because he was a local. Captain asked him to carry the so-called “servant” on his back The wounded ran away.

He is still young and shouldn’t have died so early.

However, the fangs of fate are always cruel.

He was robbed of his mind by the blood, and he was immediately surrounded by Celtic soldiers.

They were not in a hurry to kill him, but showed a similar intention to tease their prey.

The trembling hand almost couldn’t hold the rifle, tears flowed from his face, his teeth trembled uncontrollably, and his legs swayed because of loss of strength.

“Um…cough cough, puff!”

The strong shaking touched the wound of the wounded, and there was a wet feeling on the back and neck.

“!”

The wake of the wounded made him come back to his senses.

[What to do? 銆?/p>

Controlling the mind, the soldier forced himself to delete the sight of the sea of 鈥嬧€媌lood from his mind.

What he needs to think about now is how to let the servants on his back escape even if he fights for his life.