The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Mickiewicz and Natalie climbed a small hill together, where it was condescending and you could clearly see the situation in the town.

The car of King Kazimierz and the residents of the town have entered the forest under the leadership of the mayor. In the depths of the forest, there are several wooden houses built by hunters and refiners to shelter from wind and rain.

Natalie and Mickiewicz were originally at the very end, but when she escorted the car to the cabin, Natalie turned back without saying a word. This provokes the beloved Janusz. Mickiewicz quickly sent to follow.

Natalie's horse is fast. At first, Mickiewicz could only follow from a distance. Fortunately, the dense woods slowed down the speed of the mount, which made Mickiewicz not be lost. Along the way, Mickiewicz was very worried. He was afraid that Natalie would not want to return to the town for a while and go desperately with the group of German mercenaries, which was tantamount to hitting a rock with a pebble.

But obviously, Mickiewicz's worry is unnecessary. Natalie just climbed the hill and looked out at the town.

"Miss?" Mickiewicz whispered as he walked up to Natalie's corner.

Natalie looked ahead and turned a deaf ear to Mickiewicz's call.

"Little..." Mickiewicz called again.

At this time, Mickiewicz's eyes swept to the east of the town, and a thin black line appeared on the horizon.

The black line was getting closer and closer to the town, and it became more and more obvious. It was first straight like an earthworm, and then the head of the earthworm spread out and approached the town like tentacles.

Mickiewicz's eyesight is very good, he has already made it easy to lead a few pikemen in German mercenary uniforms.

"Mickiewicz," Natalie called out suddenly.

"Yes, miss."

"Mickiewicz, take a closer look. See how these robbers ravaged our country and our home." Natalie's voice was full of grief and anger.

Abandoning the town, Natalie does not blame her father. As the king’s adviser, father must consider the safety of the king and queen. King Kazimierz is not wrong. The king has the responsibility of the king. He can take the residents of the town and retreat together. , Has fulfilled the responsibility of the king.

Everything is the fault of the aggressor.

Mickiewicz understood why Natalie had to return. He fixed his eyes on the foot of the mountain, watching the group of German robbers enter the town.

At first, these bandits were cautious. They were scattered in a battle formation, for fear that a bullet would be shot from a certain building. But when they kicked open the doors of several rooms facing the street and found that there was no one inside, the group got bolder. They rushed up towards the best building in the town-the mayor's house.

Soon, pieces of things were thrown out from the window on the second floor. There are chairs, tables, and worthless quilts and pillows.

Then, two or three mercenaries came out from the door with their shoulders on their backs. They seem to be drunk, walking crookedly.

A German lit a torch. The torch was originally used for lighting, and it should have been completely useless in broad daylight. The German had only one purpose for lighting a torch, and that was to set fire to an empty town.

The torch was thrown on the roof of the mayor’s house. Because of the thick layer of snow on the roof, the torch was quickly extinguished. This group of Germans looked very upset. But soon, they found a way. When it comes to destruction, there is really no nation stronger than them. The German mercenaries threw the torch into the house, and the fire quickly lit the curtains and other combustible materials in the house. From the inside out, they finally accomplished this great cause.

One, two, dozens of houses were lit one after another, and the black smoke that ignited was like stains on a piece of white paper.

"Natalie." Mickiewicz turned and looked back, he was a little worried about Natalie's mood at the moment.

Natalie tried to sit up straight on the horse. She clenched a fist with one hand on her thigh, and held the handle of the knife tightly with the other.

Obviously, the girl tried her best to hold back her anger that was about to erupt.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

At this moment, there was a roar among the mountains. This voice is everywhere, and everywhere, and the white forest seems to be responding.

"Natalie!" Mickiewicz became a little nervous.

Mickiewicz looked around, searching for the source of the sound.

Snowflakes were aroused in the woods of the mountains, and gray figures were rushing. They gathered together and rushed towards the town like an avalanche.

"It's mountain people." Natalie recognized these gray figures.

These mountain people are poor people who entered the mountain in order to avoid excessive taxes and taxes. The mountain people lived half-barbaric and half-civilized days. They cultivated barren land in the mountains, or lived by hunting and grazing cattle and sheep. They refuse to deal with strangers, but they are kind.

Natalie and Mickiewicz have met them. During the battle of Czestochowa, several mountain people also joined the battle to defend the monastery. They wear big beards, wear animal clothing, and use no weapons other than axes.

"Mickiewicz, let's go." Natalie said, turning her head.

The Germans were first frightened by the howling wolf sound, and they gathered together to form a circle on the town square and looked around in horror.

Then, when they saw people from the mountains that were several times their own pouring up from all directions, the German mercenaries knew that a **** battle was inevitable.

A puff of black smoke rose from the periphery of the circle, and then gunfire sounded. The few mountain people who rushed to the front were knocked down to the ground~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but they were not afraid.

At a distance of twenty steps closer to the enemy, the mountain people threw out the axe in their hands. These axes were big and heavy, and the German mercenaries were either chopped to death or smashed to their heads.

After that, it was a short fight. The German mercenaries resisted desperately. They knew that they had committed so many sins and that they would not end well if they fell into the hands of these mountain people alive. The belief in fighting to survive made them burst out with powerful combat effectiveness. Almost every German mercenary had to face three or four mountain people with axe in hand, but they still fought on par with them.

Merkel is the only nobleman in this group of mercenaries and the leader of this group. He ordered other mercenaries to surround him and slowly withdrew to the entrance of the town.

The street is not wide, which can effectively limit the advantage of the large number of mountain people, and the burning buildings on both sides are their best shelters, which can effectively prevent mountain people from encircling them from both sides.

This strategy is very effective. In addition to trailing behind and throwing axes from time to time, the mountain people were repelled by the same number of mercenaries in front of them every time they charged.

The east entrance of the town was already in sight, and Merkel and his mercenaries saw hope of life.

Hope is so within reach that the mercenaries spread out before reaching the entrance of the town and fled towards the entrance of the town east.

"Don't mess, don't mess. Keep the formation!"

Merkel yelled.

But no one listened to him, because Merkel ran faster than anyone else.

Just when Merkel was out of the town, thinking that she had escaped, two horses galloped over, and one of them slammed into Merkel's chest firmly.

Merkel's eyes went dark, and then she didn't know anything.