Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 "No, no, Uncle Joe!" Corleone hurriedly got up and helped the weak Joe.

　　 Joe in front of him kept spitting out thick black blood. His lungs were pierced by sharp arrows. At this moment, Joe was speechless, just looking at Corleone, the look in his eyes was gradually disappearing.

　　 "Hey, boy, mine picks are not picked like this, why are you humans so stupid!"

　　 "I will definitely put all the Markas gang in my book of hatred!"

"Our dwarf army is like a finely crafted chain armor shirt. Every fearless warrior is an iron ring among them. Through duty, honor, and loyalty, we are closely connected. Just like the chain armor shirt, only ours The link is strong enough, then no force can crush us!"

　　 "I go out to dig a lot of gems, haha, maybe I can dig into the heart of the hill!"

　　 Corleone was already in tears. This stubborn and loud-speaking dwarf was the one who took care of him the most during these six months of suffering, and Corleone unknowingly regarded him as his friend, or even his family.

　　 Joe sensed the obvious changes in Corleone's body during this period, but he has kept a secret for Corleone. No one knows what he thinks, but these are no longer important.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

　　 He held Joe's body, and the opposite arrows shot at him again. One of them hit his shoulder. He put down Joe and rushed towards the archers.

　　 There is only one simple thought in his mind at this moment, and that is to kill!

　　 He picked up the dagger and the scimitar and charged his life, the archer on the opposite side finally finished shooting the arrow in his hand. They drew out the short blade and faced Corleone.

　　 These archers did not dare to underestimate the young man in front of them. They all saw the fierce battle before. The strength of this seemingly thin young man was amazing and killed several guards.

　　When the swords were confronted, they really felt the unmatched power. They had already shot several rounds of bow and arrow guards. Their arms were already very sore, and it was even more difficult to fight Corleone.

　　 Corleone seems to have inexhaustible strength at this moment. He has actually lost a lot of blood, but he doesn't care at all. The two weapons are not waving randomly, but there are some traces of training.

　　 That's enough. The archers on the opposite side were slightly inferior in fighting skills, not to mention that there was a big difference in power. Soon these archers were all killed.

During the 　　 fight, as the knight leader was killed by the barbarian, the whole situation began to shift towards the slave side. Fackney continued to kill the guards with his superb knife skills.

　　Although the number of slaves is less than ten, the number of guards is still quite large, close to thirty.

　　 "I don't want to die yet!" Some of the guards finally couldn't stretch themselves. After yelling, they threw down their weapons and planned to escape. Others simply snatched the horses and galloped away.

　　 Then the remaining guards collapsed one after another. After all, not everyone is as loyal as a butler. It is not easy to fight until this moment.

　　 This is actually what some people have figured out clearly. Even if they kill these slaves, they are not going to die. It is better to run away, maybe they can survive as a robber.

　　 "Don't chase, save some energy! Mike, come back soon!" Fackney shouted while looking at Corleone, who was red-eyed.

　　 "Everyone should go to the warehouse and bring some dry food and horses. We will leave immediately. If we are late, we may be overtaken by other mine guards."

　　Fakner knew that there were several mines nearby that belonged to Lord Markas. If the troops there also gathered, they would be dead.

　　 There were nine slaves still standing on the field at this time, and infantry instructors Fackney and Corleone were among them.

　　 "Bolly, Mickey, you two brothers who are walking to see if there are still walking, take them with you if you can. If you are seriously injured, let them ask for their own blessings."

　　 "Corleone, Fomeer, you guys hurry to the warehouse, remember that we need portable food like dried meat, as well as water sacs and bandages."

　　 "Others follow me to the stables. We have to grab some horses, otherwise the troops who can't run the chase at all, hurry up, what are you doing in a daze!" Fackney gave orders to the others.

Corleone finally stopped chasing. He felt like he was going to fall apart, and his hands were trembling. He wanted to fall to the ground and rest immediately, but he knew that this was not the right time. He chose to obey Fackner's orders, and the others. The slave ran towards the warehouse.

　　 Where is Brand Butler at this time? He was not killed, but stunned by someone, and stunned by the escaped guard.

　　 At first he saw that he had a quantitative advantage and thought he could succeed in revenge, but he didn't expect to be completely defeated in an instant.

　　 Before he fainted, he firmly remembered the faces of these slaves, especially the stern face of Fackney and the immature face of Corleone.

　　 At the warehouse, Corleone wrapped the wound with a bandage while recalling what Joe said to him a month ago. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Boy, can I trust you?"

　　 "Of course, Uncle Joe, you can trust me."

"Huh, okay, then I will tell you, as long as the time comes, we have a chance to escape this cage. This may require us to wait for a year, two years, ten years or even longer, but we need to continue to be patient, as long as They reveal a flaw, and that is our opportunity."

　　 "Uncle Joe, what do you mean?"

　　 "It's difficult to tell the specific situation, such as what natural disasters we encountered, or even an attack by a herd of animals. When the opportunity comes, we can run out of this mine."

　　 "After capturing enough mounts, we will run along the mountain trail to the southeast. As long as we can reach Querétaro City, then we can take a boat to our respective homes."

　　 "Hee hee, Uncle Joe, are you sure you can ride a horse?"

　　 "Oh, brat, you really owe you to clean up!" Joe gave Corleone, who was sitting on the ground, a thud.

　　 "You must know that even walking on this trail is very dangerous. There may be many outposts along the way. If there are too many enemies, then you can only use a backup plan, but it is definitely a life of nine deaths."

　　 "What is the backup plan?"

　　 Joe touched Corleone's head and said, "That's crossing the Madre Mountains and heading to the land of no owner."

　　 Qiao sighed and then said: "I am afraid that this path is not nine deaths, but ten deaths. It is said that few people can live through the forests of the Madre Mountains."

　　 "I once heard that in that mountain range, there are all kinds of powerful poisonous insects and monsters, and some places are high in altitude, and you humans can rarely adapt to the environment there."

　　 "Hey, what I said more to your kid, I guess you don't understand."