Chapter 593 Fu Zhu

In nine days, the soldiers around John have decreased one after another. Some of them fled in the middle of the night, some were sick and abandoned, and some were besieged by the pursuit forces of the Sword Empire. Anyway, at this moment, he looked at dozens of people around him and nibbled a piece of cold dry food helplessly.

They fled all the way, robbed * all the way, and lost their conscience all the way like bandits. In the past few days, they sadly found that the pursuing troops of the Holy Sword Empire were coming faster and faster. At the beginning, they could still rest in one place for a day or two, and now there is absolutely no such a beautiful scene.

Yesterday, they walked into a village. As soon as they grabbed some food, they were caught up by the pursuers of the Holy Sword Empire. There was a fierce battle between the two sides, and John fled into the mountains with more than 30 people.

Just now, John and others climbed over the barren mountain and came to the edge of another village. Before entering the village, they saw a 150-strong Orc Army of the Sword Empire stationed in the village.

There is no doubt that they are surrounded. Yesterday's fierce battle revealed their position. The troops of the Sword Empire have controlled the surrounding mountain villages, and this time it is difficult for him to fly.

"Bastard! It's all your fault! I don't know how to restrain along the way! Expose our whereabouts!" John threw the dry food in his hand to a subordinate in the distance and scolded, "Now it's an idea!" Don't you usually talk about it?"

The officers and soldiers around did not dare to speak. At this time, they were asking for pain. They could only curse this arrogant head in their hearts: Which murder and arson were not your first? Even if everyone persuades you to take off your armor and change into civilian clothes, you won't do it! How dare you expose your whereabouts? It's bad luck for everyone to follow you!

"Your Excellency, let's break out to the north now! Bypassing Wangshen City, you can almost cross the front of the two armies. At that time, when you return to Caen, Archbishop Slock plead for mercy. Presumably, you will be fine. An officer came forward and persuaded, "Now dozens of us can only break through once. The war horse has been exhausted for a long time. If we go on like this, we will be trapped in this mountain."

Bang! A slap hit the officer's cheek. John stared at his men angrily and roared, "Bastard! Bastard! How can I have the face to go back when I am defeated? I also want to involve my grandfather to beg the coward of Arnold in a low voice! I know why you always advise me to go back! You are all afraid of death! They are all afraid of dying here! If you can go back, you will be fine! Only I will die! You cowardly! What a shame for the Holy Empire!"

"Your excellency! We have followed you all the way to death, fighting hundreds of times, and have come to this day. How can you insult us so much? Soldiers have some backbone, not to mention the elite of the Holy Empire. Most of these soldiers are loyal to the Holy Empire, otherwise they will not persist until now, but John's abuse really chilled these followers.

"A bunch of waste! What's the matter? Do you still think you are fighting bravely? Tell you! If you are really invincible, we have already broke through to Gustav! Do you want to suffer in this barren mountains? John suddenly stood up, flew to the speaking officer, and kicked the man back to the sky.

Then he went up and couldn't help punching and foot until he was out of breath. Then he straightened up and scolded loudly, "Speak with me! Don't you know that I'm Bishop John? Don't you know that I hate others questioning me the most? Damn it!"

Shaking his blood-stained fist, he looked around the soldiers around him: "Strengthen guard! We break through at night! Go south! Find a village! Grab a big one, and then find a way to get into Gustav's fortress!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt the wind ringing behind his ears. Before he looked back, he felt that the back of his head had been knocked heavily, and his eyes were black and he fainted.

An officer of the Holy Empire stood behind John with a pale face and was not found by all the soldiers until he fell. The officer held a stone in his hand and was covered with blood stains.

"Surrender, everyone! We can't hold on to the end! Listen to this bastard's words and go to Gustav. We will only die on the road. Sooner or later, we will be sent to the front line as cannon fodder. If we want to survive, we must first go down the mountain and surrender to the Holy Sword Empire. He forced his composure and said loudly.

"Well said! This bastard should have been killed a long time ago. We fled for our lives and returned to our hometown a long time ago! How can it fall to today's field? The officer who had just been beaten stood up by a soldier and said while wiping the blood stains, "I agree!"

A group of soldiers had been desperate for a long time. Hearing that someone had started and could not save their lives, they immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay! We listen to the two officers.

Kill John! Give his head to the Sword Empire!" The beaten officer pulled out his sword and said angrily, "I can't let him go!"

"Oh." With a sound, another officer pulled out his sword, followed by several people around John, who was lying on the ground a little more awake.

"You! What do you want to do? Do you dare to attack me? It's a rebellion! How dare you rebel!" John pointed to his approaching men in horror and shouted, "Come on! Kill them! Kill them!"

But after shouting for a long time, he found that no one was willing to help him at all. He changed his tone: "Several, I may be a little strict sometimes, but I treat you like siblings and never owe you! You can't do this to me! Let me go! I promise not to blame the past!"

With a muffled sound, a sword behind him penetrated his chest, leaving John no longer have a chance to speak, and the air seemed to condense into ice in an instant. Soon, another sword inserted into John's chest, followed by a third sword running through his abdomen, followed by the sound of more and more swords cutting into the flesh, accompanied by John's weaker and weaker shouts and moans.

The sentry troops stationed at the foot of the mountain and sentries stationed at the mouth of the village found a scattered soldier of the Holy Empire, and they seemed to come to surrender.

Dozens of ragged soldiers with broken armor held a bloody head and waved a long gun and picked up white cloth strips. The wolf knights quickly welcomed out of the village and surrounded the human troops in the open space at the entrance of the village.

"Shir, we are the troops of the Holy Empire and have come to surrender." The leading commander said loudly, "This is the head of our commander, Bishop John. Please accept it."