Chapter 256

The night is diffuse. There is no cloud in the sky tonight. The stars shine under the clear night sky. Under the full moon, it seems that the whole heaven and earth are covered with a layer of silver yarn.

Hazy and extraordinarily charming.

In a humble camp, a middle-aged man frowned.

"Boss, bear it." A young man whispered.

The middle-aged man nodded and clenched his teeth.

The young man held a knife in his right hand, and then gently stabbed it into the middle-aged man's right rib. This move made the middle-aged man give a dull hum, his face turned white, and bean sweat began to emerge from his forehead. The young man clenched his lower lip and began to move his right hand. The knife was like cutting a steak. He made a cut in the right rib of the middle-aged man.

Blood gushed from the wound.

"Boss, bear it again." The young man looked up at the middle-aged man and found that his face began to turn pale. He put down his knife, whispered a word of comfort again, and then held his right hand on a broken rod, "I'm going to pull it out."

"Pull!" The middle-aged man uttered a low voice similar to the roar of a beast.

"Three! Two! "

The young man whispered several times, but he didn't say the word "one", so he suddenly made a force on his right hand. He only heard a slight sound of "poof". A broken rod with an arrow was pulled out by the young man, and a blood arrow was shot out at the same time.

The middle-aged man was as if he had been hit hard, with a deeper roar in his throat and his face as white as paper.

The young man threw the arrow away in a hurry, quickly took out the ointment already prepared on one side, applied it, and then began to wrap the bandage. After a while, I finally stopped the blood from the wound, but the wound was very deep. Although it didn't hurt the bones and internal organs, it would take at least a month or more to heal completely.

"Hoo." The middle-aged man exhaled a foul breath. Although his face was still pale, his spirit was obviously a little better than before.

"Fortunately, the arrow was not poisoned." The young man said in a deep voice, "otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but turned his head and looked at everything around him. He looked obviously and began to become a little ugly.

This humble camp has no fence, not even tents and sleeping bags. Everyone can only sleep on the ground. But this is not a problem. The real problem is that there are many wounded soldiers in the camp. Middle-aged men don't have to think about it. These wounded soldiers are at least more than 200. Although most of them are only slightly injured, some of them have serious problems. I'm afraid they can't survive tonight.

This group is the white wing mercenary regiment that left the trade capital.

Now there are less than 500 people left in the original team of 3000 people. If the wounded part is removed, I'm afraid there are only more than 200 people who still have combat capability.

The middle-aged men did not understand why they were so strongly attacked and pursued when they entered the border of the kingdom of dabion, which was completely illogical.

In fact, the middle-aged man really couldn't understand.

The border line across the kingdom of dabion to tonis was defeated by Alfred last time. Under the pressure of the northern aristocracy, the kingdom of dabion sent an army to garrison. Therefore, the behavior of the white wing mercenaries crossing the border was naturally misunderstood by the kingdom of dabion. In addition, the cowardly battle of the boulder family and the defeat of the 4000 noble coalition forces made the kingdom of dabion feel ashamed. Therefore, the white wing mercenaries were regarded as the reinforcements of the Marquis of tonis, and naturally carried out a fierce sweep.

It has to be said that the white wing mercenary Corps does have some strength.

It's really not easy for 3000 soldiers to make a living in the face of 30000 troops stationed in the kingdom of dabion.

Of course, the cost is that the whole white wing mercenary regiment has been basically crippled. It is impossible to set off any storm again. As the core members of the Principality of rumbel, there are only two of them - the middle-aged man with white temples was seriously injured in a fierce battle. Knowing that he probably had no hope of living, he resolutely led a thousand seriously injured mercenaries to break up and create a chance for others to escape.

Fortunately, the head of the white wing mercenary regiment worked so hard, otherwise the whole white wing mercenary regiment would probably be completely destroyed.

Just now.

The middle-aged man sighed and touched his saber.

His weapon is a heavy knife. It is reformed according to the military knife. Only the blade is about one meter long and the radian is too small. In this way, it can speed up when waving. In terms of combat effectiveness alone, he can rank in the top five in the core circle of the whole white wing mercenary. However, with the death of those who are stronger than him, now he is well deserved first, but the first name is really ridiculous.

Because his strength is just entering the upper silver, but he was promoted in this inexplicable war.

"Boss?" The young man seemed to notice the momentum change of the middle-aged man and said with some doubt.

"Nothing. I'm just homesick." The middle-aged man smiled, "are you homesick?"

"Boss, where did I come from?" The young man smiled bitterly, "if you hadn't taken me home, I would have died."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and then said, "everyone will have a home in his heart The head has it, and so do I, so you should have it. "

"Boss?" The young man doesn't seem to understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Nothing. I just want to go home." The middle-aged man lifted the heavy knife, then inserted it on the ground and stood up with his body. The young man on one side hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the middle-aged man. At the moment, he is very weak, "it doesn't matter if you can't find a home in the future, but you must find your own faith Only with faith can you have power, so home is my faith for me. "

The young man nodded vaguely.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect the young man to understand immediately. He just raised his knife and walked forward: "Captain, I'm sorry."

……

This is a very common small house in Baige town. It's not big, but it's very clean and tidy.

Elsie lives here.

But Elsie is not alone in the house at the moment.

Sean and Cecilia are also there.

But at the moment, they are helping Elsie pack and tidy up things. Their actions are very skilled. They know what to bring and what not to bring, and the sorted and summarized things are well classified. Originally, Elsie had prepared more than a dozen boxes. After being sorted out by Sean and Cecilia, there were only three boxes left.

"I can't see. You're really good." Elsie said with heartfelt appreciation.

"Hehe, I said we used to be mercenaries. Do you believe it?"

"Letter." Elsie nodded. "Whatever you say, I believe it."

Cecilia snickered, and Sean could only shake his head helplessly: "don't you wait for tomorrow?"

"Cassius has come back. He's waiting for me outside town. He won't wait for tomorrow." Elsie shook his head. He looked more decisive and confident than before. It was really a good thing for Elsie, but Sean always felt a little subtle and strange. "Sean, thank you these days."

"And I need to be polite?" Sean smiled, "in fact, I still think it's a good choice to be a believer of the goddess of ice and winter. And it will be very beneficial for me to become the head of the knights in the future. When I fight with others, I have not only a theocrat regiment, but also a temple knight regiment. Think about it, who dares to fight with me at that time? I'm invincible. "

"Don't forget the pure white wing Knights of the St. Joels empire." Elsie retorted mercilessly, "that's a real army of crazy believers. I'm never afraid of sacrifice. I'm not confident that I can fight them."

"Really don't think about it?" Sean still seems a little reluctant.

"This is Elsie's faith." Cecilia said helplessly, "Sean, don't interfere with other people's beliefs."

Sean was a little confused. He was an atheist. Faith was not as real as principle for him.

Elsie didn't know what Sean was thinking, but looked at Sean's confused expression, so she continued to say, "I want to know what kind of person my mother is. In my impression, the only thing left of her is tenderness, but I always think it's more than that. So I decided that no matter how hard it was, I had to go to the headquarters of the twilight goddess church. I felt that only there could I really understand my mother. "

Hearing what Elsie said, Sean could only sigh helplessly. At this moment, he completely gave up the idea of wooing Elsie: "don't worry, you will become a very excellent Temple knight in the future."

Sean knew that his golden eye would never go wrong. Elsie is really very suitable to be a priest. If Elsie's career is not a knight, Sean actually wants to suggest Elsie to be a priest. Just look at Elsie's firm will, Sean gave up this idea. In fact, if Elsie really wanted to believe in the goddess of ice and snow and winter, Sean would bet that he would grow up faster.

But unfortunately, Elsie has found her own faith.

Elsie thanked sincerely: "Sean, you made me believe that there are still good people in this world Sean, you are really a good man. "

Sean suddenly had a heart attack, and the expression on his face was strange: he actually received a good man card!

And a good man card issued by a man!

"Sean is really a good man." Cecilia made up her knife impolitely.

So Sean looked at the two people helplessly. He really didn't know what to say. He could only silently bow his head and continue to help Elsie pack up.

Soon, when all the things were packed, Elsie didn't stay here, but went out with her things. Outside the door, there was already a carriage waiting. This was a gift from Sean to Elsie. The coachman had also prepared. After watching Elsie wave goodbye, he got on the carriage and left. Sean finally showed some regret on his face.

"What's the matter?" Cecilia asked.

"Cecilia, do you have faith?" Sean asked.

"You know, magicians never believe in God." Cecilia replied without hesitation.

"I don't mean the faith of the gods, but the faith in your heart." Sean whispered, "I once heard a man say that faith is the source of strength, and people with faith will have the power to move forward Elsie used to just think about how to make money and make good territory, but this time things may have a great blow to him. I see the extreme desire for power hidden in my eyes. I'm afraid he will go astray. "

"So you want to leave him in the territory?" Cecilia blinked and said in surprise.

"The twilight goddess is not a kind God. I just hope Elsie's inner faith is enough to make his will firm enough." Sean shook his head helplessly. "So, Cecilia, do you have faith?"

"If it's a growing power and source, I also have it." Cecilia said very seriously.

"What is it?" Sean asked.

"Secret."

Cecilia looked at Sean and smiled playfully, but she said silently in her heart: being able to help you is my greatest faith（ To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)