155 Berlos's brother

"Gern, take the wounded back!" Berlos took a look at the bodies and wounded in the car. Four brothers of the Flame Fighters left everyone in a sniper battle on the commercial road just now. No matter how strong the mercenaries were, such a small group of people could not compete with the established troops.

"Leader, let me stay!" Gern immediately shouted, and the wounded in the car were struggling to get down. His brothers were working hard. How could they escape?

This is different from the retreat just now. Everyone can see that Bailos intends to fight to the death with the pursuers behind him!

"This is an order!" Berlos's big canine teeth moaned again: "You go back, and let him turn around immediately when you meet the caravan, and explain the previous situation to all the mercenaries!"

Berlos walked over and patted Guern on the shoulder: "We can't hold on for a long time. The mercenaries behind us are our hope!" You must gather more people, otherwise wait a few days to come here to collect the bodies for everyone..."

"You talk less!" Guern punched Bailos on the shoulder, and a kind beard scolded angrily, "You big dog, live well. I'm going to find someone. Damn it, I'd like to see if a few small miscellaneous fish can destroy our flame fighters!"

"It's all his grandmother's to sit down!" Guern shouted at the injured who were still struggling in the car, and a whip was hit on the horse's back. The cart raised a ball of fallen leaves and ran back. A beard shouted from the air: "I will definitely come back in three days!"

"Okay, brothers, everyone take turns to rest!" After sending away the wounded, Berlos shouted to the remaining dozen men, while the red-dressed flark ran to the front to monitor the commercial road.

The ghost was slowly eating a fruit at this time, and his eyes had never left the mysterious tin man who followed Silester.

All the businessmen ran away, but Silestor stayed. Not only that, he also cleared out one of his truck to block the business road. No one knew why the eldest prince was involved in danger.

Throwing the core casually, the ghost slowly walked to Silester and looked at the armored Wendebans with great interest.

"Are you an elf?"

Wender Banles nodded. He had never seen a ghost. Even in the dark forest of the black elf's nest, they had never met.

Agui nodded. Only the elves are so short and good at arching on this continent. Although it is not clear which elf tribe this mysterious little guy belongs to, the Agui knows that the elves have good archery: "Let's go and shoot the enemy with me. Archers like you shouldn't stay here."

Wender Bans was stunned for a moment, nodded and said nothing.

"Wait a minute, we'll leave in a minute..." The ghost also knew the shyty of the elf clan and turned around and ran to Belos's side.

"Mouran, I ask for an attack!" Agui's words stunned Berlos and Mosey, who were talking.

"You boy is crazy! There are hundreds of soldiers and how many bandits there are. You are going to die!" Belos immediately said angrily.

A Gui said carelessly, "Just now, I was facing so many people alone. Didn't I still run back unscathed?"

"That's your boy!" Mosey's voice is as sharp as a woman: "This time the other party must be prepared. If you go, you will die!"

"Don't worry, commander. This time I will take the elf archer. We are both good at fighting in the mountains!" The ghost smiled and said, "No one can catch up with the elves in the woods, let alone catch up with me!"

"These are not rabbles, they are regular troops! How useful can you be alone? Belos was still worried. Although he knew that the ghost must be very capable of rescuing the hostages from the black elves, after all, there were hundreds of people on the opposite side. If each person punched him, Carlos would also become a meat pie.

"Ha ha, we only kill powerful characters this time. You have to deal with those small miscellaneous fish. I don't have so many arrows to put them down." The ghost smiled heartlessly, as if he was just going hunting and not facing hundreds of bandits at all.

"The other party has knives and shields. You really can't play much role here. I can let you go, but you have to promise me a few conditions!" Belos pondered and said, "I don't allow you to clash head-on with each other! You can only sneak up! II. You can't force yourself to take action. You must prepare yourself for a retreat! You boy must live for me!"

"Also," Moss looked at the ghost and said, "If we lose here, you must leave immediately. When things go over, find Guern and send the team's funds back to the military headquarters with him..." Mose paused for a moment and then listen to the arrangements of the military department..."

"These little miscellaneous fish can't destroy our flame fighters..." The ghost blinked his eyes, turned his head and waved to Wendebaners, walked through the horizontal carriage with him, and got into the woods before the pursuers came.

"I think the nickname of the madman suits him..." Mose looked at the ghost's disappearing figure and suddenly said.

"Ha ha, I think so too. This boy is crazy!" Belos laughed, turned around and sat down against the mountain wall, and began to wipe his big-handed sword.

"What did those two guys do?" Beibel didn't know when she walked to Bailos and sat down. She was also very nervous in the face of the chasers who made the flame fighters scarred. These girls under her had never killed anyone, and they might lose a lot later. But even so, Beil did not withdraw with these sisters. Whether it was a mercenary or Hasting's dispatched troops, the Fire Lark could not escape like this.

"Ha ha, a little madman is going to be naughty." Berlos leaned the wiped sword against the mountain beside him and looked at the sister who always quarreled with him and said pitifully, "After this mission, you'd better go home and take these girls back. It's not suitable for you children outside."

"If you work harder, why should I work so hard?" Bebeer's eyes stood up again: "You always hide in that arena. Who remembers you, the descendant of the Earl of the Empire?"

"Count of the Empire..." Berlos slowly looked up at the blood-red sky stained by the sunset and said leisurely, "I have worked hard for this name, but look, who are the brothers who followed me now? Even Mossey has become such a bird now, not even a woman!"

"In those years, I took more than 30 people to take some dangerous tasks, just to improve the rank quickly and raise the family's reputation as soon as possible. But after fighting again and again, all the brothers who fell were loyal to me..." Bailos looked at Beier's His eyes asked, "Is this worth it for the sake of our family's honor?"

"It's worth it! One will become famous! Since ancient times, no general has stepped on his brother's bones!" Bebeer gritted his teeth and said.

"Unfortunate, I can't do it, I can't do it!" Belos looked at Beier calmly, and his eyes were so clear that there was no impurities.

"I only rely on my own ability! Brothers are not used to step on, but to help! It's for relying!" Bailos looked at the flame fighter mercenaries who were resting, as if looking at his brothers, "They, like you and me, have families, honors and ambitions!" They are my brothers, the real brothers who can block me! So Carlos will never step on their bones!"

Beir's lips trembled slightly and did not go on. In fact, she also knows that it is too difficult to regain the honor of the family now. However, as the descendants of the aristocracy, the mission of revival is beyond their inescapable. Look at the bloody mercenaries and nervous sisters. If you use them to build themselves She can't make her own achievements. After so many years of feelings, she has made her trust these people as if she trusted her relatives, and sometimes even surpassed her relatives.

"Forget it, you will understand sooner or later," Berlos smiled and raised his hand to touch Beier's head like a child, but finally stopped his hand in the air without falling. He supported the mountain with his hand and stood up again. After a while, you take your people back and pull those carriages to this road. There are still some spirits on our side that you sprinkle on the car. Once we lose, you can light them. You can delay for a while. You can take people to ride..."

Berlos picked up the sword and walked to his brother, sat down with everyone again and talked and laughed.

As if they knew that there was going to be a battle, and the birds and beasts in the forest ran far away. Agui and Wendebans ran forward in the silent forest. Wendebans had taken off the ridiculous armor, and his whole body was wrapped in black cloth like an active mummy. If he hadn't seen him take off his armor, the ghost would have taken off his armor. I thought this was a mountain spirit!

"What's wrong with your leg?"

"I'm lame, shooting with arrows... It doesn't matter."

After a brief conversation, the two had no more words and rushed forward. Although Wendebaners was a lame, he did not run slowly in the woods.

There was a neat footsteps from the business road. The two quietly touched and silently watched the McGrady people running this way from the woods. Because they had been sniped by archers, they were now ready. Even the infantry and spearmen simply made a shield with branches to hold in their hands. .

Agui gently patted Wendebaners' arm, and the two retracted back into the woods.