OBS Chapter 621 Harvest
Chapter 621 Harvest
The two-handed sword came down with a sound of breaking through the air, and the blade accurately cut into the seam of a Yoda soldier's helmet.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of metal tearing mixed with the dull sound of skull shattering, and the entire head along with the upper part of the armor was cut off.
Warm blood splattered on Guts' face, meandered down through the gaps in the neck guard, and dripped onto his leather armor, leaving dark red marks.
He exerted force suddenly to pull the sword out of the flesh, and the sticky liquid splashed onto the shield of the soldier behind him, making a light "pa" sound.
"Who else!"
Gus gasped, the tip of his sword pointed at a row of Yoda soldiers ten steps away.
These soldiers were looking at him hesitantly at this moment. This mercenary, who was only 1.56 meters tall and covered in blood, was guarding the city gate alone.
"What are you staring at?"
A loud shout interrupted the soldiers' hesitation. A Yoda officer on horseback arrived at the city gate. Seeing that the Yoda soldiers did not dare to step forward, he cursed:
"He's just one person! There are more than twenty of you, and each of you with a sword can chop him into pieces!"
"The Mitlan army is coming! If you want to survive, charge in and close the city gates!"
The soldiers looked at each other, then rushed forward. Gus licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, held his two-handed sword across his chest, and the blood on the blade dripped onto the bluestone slabs, blooming into dark red flowers.
"Well done!"
Guts suddenly roared, kicked off the ground with both feet and jumped up, his two-handed sword drew a silver arc, and accurately struck the neck of the soldier in the front row.
The feeling of the sword blade penetrating into flesh was like cutting ripe fruit. The soldier didn't even have time to raise his shield before his head flew out with his cervical vertebrae. The headless body staggered two steps and fell at the feet of his companions.
"Hit him to death!"
The remaining Yoda soldiers were stimulated by the smell of blood and their eyes turned red. They rushed forward shouting.
Guts spun around and swung his sword, the blade sweeping across the breastplates of the three soldiers, sparks flying from the collision of metal.
A soldier took the opportunity to thrust out his spear, and the tip of the spear brushed against his leather armor under his ribs, leaving a shallow scratch. Guts swung his sword in reverse, breaking the spear shaft and stabbing it into the opponent's abdomen. The blade stirred with a sticky sound of bursting intestines.
Two more soldiers rushed from the side, one raised his axe to chop at his shoulder, and the other held a sword to go straight for his throat.
Guts ducked to avoid the axe blade, and the sword stabbed into the ribs of the sword holder, twisted it hard, and then pulled it out violently.
Blood splattered on his face, burning him so much that he squinted his eyes. He caught a glimpse of the axe approaching his face. He suddenly raised his head, and the axe blade brushed past the tip of his nose, cutting off a few strands of silver hair. Then he turned around and swung his sword at the base of the axe handle. Amidst the flying wood chips, the soldier's knuckles broke and the weapon flew out of his hand.
"This... this can't be fought!"
The Yoda soldiers in the back row began to commotion, and some dropped their shields and turned to run.
The officer was furious when he saw this, and drew his dagger from his waist and roared:
"Get back here! You're deserters! If anyone takes another step back, I'll chop him off first!"
He spurred his horse towards the deserters, and his whip hit one soldier on the back, leaving a bloody mark.
Gus took the opportunity to adjust his breathing. At this moment, he was panting, the base of his right hand was numb from the shock, and his left arm was cut in three places, but he still stood in the center of the city gate like a demon god.
The officer looked back and saw his blood-stained face, his eyes were red, and his body was covered in blood, like a devil who had just crawled out of hell. His face turned pale immediately, and he shook the reins, turned the horse's head, and rode away.
"stop!"
Guts roared and threw his two-handed sword.
The sword blade whizzed through the air and accurately pierced the officer's back, pinning him and his horse to the stone wall ten steps away.
Amid the horse's mournful cries, the officer twitched and fell off his horse, never daring to look back until his death.
"Da da da--"
The sound of rapid horse hooves came from afar, and the Midlan cavalry phalanx poured into the city gate like a silver torrent.
"All Yodas drop your weapons!"
The leading cavalry captain reined in his horse and stopped in front of Gus, with a sound like thunder.
"Otherwise you will be executed on the spot!"
The remaining Yoda soldiers looked at each other, some dropped their swords tremblingly, and some collapsed on the ground holding their heads.
At the urging of the cavalry, they gathered on both sides of the city gate, squatting in a group with their hands on their heads, like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The most difficult part of the siege has been overcome, and the Mitlan soldiers poured into the castle like a tide, searching for hidden Yoda soldiers and looting valuable items.
The sound of metal clashing, angry shouts and occasional screams echoed throughout the castle, and broken pottery, scattered silk and blood-stained weapons were scattered everywhere in the corridors.
The sun slowly rose from the horizon, and its golden light shone on the castle walls, making the newly raised Midland flag shine brightly.
Gus and the others leaned against the battlements, resting wearily. They all carried wounds to varying degrees, and most had fallen asleep leaning against the stone wall, their faces covered in dust and blood. The night's battle had left them exhausted to the extreme.
"Gus, Gus!"
Guts felt someone patting him gently in his sleep. He opened his eyes drowsily and saw Griffith's face.
"The general wants to summon us. Please inform the others to prepare."
Griffith whispered.
In the meeting hall of the inner castle, the general sat in the center, the medal on his chest gleaming in the sun. He looked at the fully armed members of the Eagle Regiment who had just experienced a fierce battle, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
"I have already reported the results of the battle. I have also made a detailed summary of the role you played in this battle."
The general spoke.
"Someone from above will be sent to commend you soon. Your performance in this battle has been witnessed by everyone present."
"Thank you, General. Without your services, the castle would not have been captured so quickly."
Griffith, who was standing by, immediately stepped forward and saluted, his posture straight and his eyes revealing respect and gratitude. However, since Guts had been following him for these days, this expression was probably just an act.
"No need to be so modest."
The general waved his hand and glanced at the crowd.
"I won't give you a single copper coin less than the reward that belongs to you. You have rendered great service to the Midlan army, and this is what you deserve."
He raised his hand, and two soldiers came in carrying a large box. The box was placed on the ground, making a dull sound.
The general walked to the box and opened the lid. In an instant, the densely packed silver and gold coins in the box flashed with dazzling light, and those silver and gold coins collided with each other, making crisp sounds.
"This is the spoils of your battle, not your contract salary."
The general said, pointing to the box.
"His Majesty the King has issued an order to reward those who have made outstanding contributions to the Midland Army. I will not and will not despise doing anything like withholding military pay. This is the reward you deserve, please accept it."
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"Hahaha, we are rich!"
On the way back, Gorkas sat on a box full of silver and gold coins in the carriage, grabbed a handful of metal coins and shook them loudly, laughing so hard that his teeth were showing.
Gus, who was standing next to him, leaned against a wooden stake, looking at the sunlight swaying on the top of the tent, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose. Although he had only joined the Eagle Group for a month, the sense of belonging surging in his chest at this moment was stronger than the sense he had felt in the past few years when he had been to several mercenary groups.
"Once we return to the base, we will use this money to pay soldiers and repair equipment, and the rest must be saved."
Griffith squatted beside the box, gently fiddling with the patterns on the gold coins with his fingertips.
"The Midland military's network of relationships is much more complicated than we imagined."
"Save money? Why save so much money?"
Gorkas curled his lips and closed the lid of the box.
"Don't mercenaries just make money and spend it the same day?"
"But if you want to get ahead, you have to manage it."
Jie Du held a grass stem in his mouth and explained slowly.
"If you want to increase your contract salary, you have to bribe the logistics officer. If you want to join the regular army, you need a recommendation from a noble. Even if you want to get a knighthood, you need someone to speak well of you to the king. If you want to climb the ladder, you need connections everywhere. We weren't born into aristocratic families. If we don't throw money at them, no one will recognize us, the bloodstained mercenaries."
"Stop it all!"
Suddenly there was a commotion outside the tent. When everyone opened the tent curtain, they saw a team of twenty carriages rushing forward, tearing a gap in the army's route.
"Who is so bold!"
Gorkas' eyes widened.
"You even dare to stop the Midlan army?"
"The vans...are all high-end goods."
Jiedu narrowed his eyes.
"I'm afraid it's the family of some great noble."
The dust raised by the convoy gradually dissipated, and the team continued to move forward.
"I found out everything."
Jie Du, who had gone to inquire about the news, came back on horseback and explained:
"It's a convoy from the Black Watch Mercenary Group. They've accepted the siege mission for the fortress near Rona City and are rushing to provide reinforcements."
"Blackwatch?"
"Those guys are the pinnacle of the Midland mercenary world! Even the nobles don't dare to provoke them, so it's normal for them to be a bit arrogant."
After hearing this, the others stopped discussing it. Only Griffith's eyes moved for a moment, and then he looked intently at the book in front of him.