Chapter 309: . Assassination of a vassal knight

PS: In the morning there were two bottles of hanging bottles. I fell asleep in the afternoon and felt better in the evening. I should be able to resume the update tomorrow. Recommend a friend's "I'm Really Not a Heroine", this is an unhealthy story of a big lady in the game! laugh.
With Kant Zema ahead, Rolf briefly reported on the recent situation.
There is nothing to report.
Looking at the location 100 meters south of the central post, thousands of mercenary regiments have gathered there, each holding their weapons tightly, and they are fierce. The appearance of attempting to resist knows that the comers are not good.
The good will naturally not come to this barren Naren desert!
"Go."
Kant nodded, his tone calm.
Gently crotch the horse's belly, steer the horse forward, sweeping the mercenary corps in front, and said lightly: "Go and see my uncle Dylan, huh, what does this guy want to do?"
"I guess it's time to hang out." Rolf's lips curled up and his face was slightly grim: "It's just a little more gifts."
"I like this word."
Kant turned his head to look at Rolf, and the corner of his mouth cocked: "Gift."
Crotch horses speed up.
Twenty Salyon Lion Knights were close guards next to Kant and Rolf. They looked cold and glanced across the group of mercenaries like a lion's eye, focusing on the front position. Baron Dylan and behind him 3 knights.
In the perception of these lion knights, the threat of these four guys is undoubtedly the biggest!
The rear is prepared.
30 Royal Cavaliers, led 200 Cavaliers to form the charge formation.
With 1,000 Swadia light infantry, the left arm was shielded across the chest, and the Germanic sword in the right hand was clenched tightly, forming a full four-row queue, advancing step by step as the heavy cavalry walked ahead.
The appearance of layers of advancement has stepped on this desert, giving a uniform footstep.
Elite troops.
Those pretentious mercenaries trembled in their hearts.
If you look at the mercenaries who are fighting against the regular army with strong discipline, you may not have problems in a short period of time. However, once the battle is scorched, your own casualties are too large, and the rate of collapse will definitely be faster than that of the regular army.
Protecting the home and the country and looking at money are two concepts!
Kant Zema approached.
With 20 Salyon Lion Knights as escorts, he doesn't have much fear.
But in front of him, there are still five lion knights who are holding horses and shields, blocking the space in front of them, and strictly guarding against the secretly aiming crossbowmen from mercenaries, this is the basic common sense as a guard.
Inferior infantry holding crossbows secretly attacked and shot, killing noble knights.
Everyone is extremely careful.
Including Baron Dylan in front of them.
Faced with Kant and his guards approaching slowly, as well as the heavy cavalry and infantry phalanx pressed from behind, everyone looked at each other, and their eyes were a little unbelievable.
Armor like a craft is worn on the knights, which is enough to surprise them.
There are fully armed infantry in the rear!
Everyone distributes chain mail armor, linen robes, iron helmets, and shields and swords, and they are not weaker than the males in the southern county of the Principality of the Lions. The high nobles use the strength of the family to train infantry for generations!
Kant, the prince of the exiled duke, how could such a force be so short?
"Inheritance of Princess Sophia!"
Baron Dylan gritted his teeth.
As for how much hidden strength the Silver Plate Kingdom still stays in the Principality of the Lion, he also felt a bit chilly in his heart. After more than a decade, he was strictly guarded every year, plus the cleaning of the nobles, and there is still such a thing. Powerful strength can enable the humble little noble to live peacefully in this barren desert.
He is envious and jealous. What Kant has now is even more eager, if possible, to borrow the heritage left by this Sofia princess to get a new life!
To this end, he jerked the reins of the warhorse.
Horseshoe step.
With a smile on his face, he raised his right hand to signal peace and greetings: "Little Kant, if you remember correctly, it has been a long time since I saw you."
"Yeah, Uncle Dylan, I haven't seen you in a long time."
Kant smiled and nodded.
The attitude is very peaceful, just like in the past.
It was just that the two sides led their troops in battle, and the atmosphere seemed extremely strange.
Baron Dylan seemed to not check, but still touched his beard and greeted with a smile: "You are still so handsome, don't know how recently, how are you doing?"
"It's still pretty good."
Kant shrugged: "It was a little trouble."
"Oh, this is a pity." Baron Dylan smiled. "I don't know, can I help?" Looking at Kant, he patted his chest: "If it's those jackals, I think you don't have to worry, I This time I brought a lot of servants and troops, just to help you solve those uncivilized robbers!"
"Thank you very much." Kant nodded again, his tone paused: "It's just that the troubles I've encountered recently are not those jackals, but some other evil guys."
Kant said that nature is the undead in the depths of the desert.
But Baron Dylan's face was slightly condensed.
He thought of himself implied.
The heavy cavalry and infantry phalanx that swept closer and closer behind Kangde still suppressed the tyranny in his heart and coughed: "Maybe the trouble will be resolved soon, I believe in your ability, Kant."
"Of course, it can be solved." Kant smiled.
Kant is telling the truth.
The Baron Dylan in front of him, and his mercenary regiment, are not really troublesome.
The real trouble is those undead that are spreading.
However, after solving the hard rock pass in the south, and deter the nobles of the lion duke with the most brutal means, Kant can withdraw its troops and focus on solving the invasion of the undead in the north.
This is a planned strategic policy.
As for how to solve the Baron Dylan and his mercenary regiment in front of him, Kant did not care about it, just looked at him and nodded lightly: "Uncle Dylan, you directly brought so many servants and soldiers to help me, I am also very Moving."
"But it seems that I am self-confident."
Baron Dylan smiled: "Maybe you don't need me now, you can hold your territory."
"I can keep it all the time." Kant smiled and instead said: "Since all come here, then don't leave. In fact, there are still many positions in my territory that need help, such as mining salt, there are many miners missing. I think your mercenaries are very suitable, it is better to stay and follow me."
"You..." Baron Dylan's eyes narrowed and swept across Kant's immature face. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak for a while, just opened his mouth, but his heart beat very fast.
Kant is still that Kant.
It's just that the two parties are in different positions.
Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes, still smiling on his face: "Little Kant, I... didn't understand what you meant, you know, our relationship..."
"Our relationship is very close!"
Kant interrupted him with a faint smile on his face: "So, will you help me?" he said, focusing on: "My dear, Uncle Dylan."
But Baron Dylan's eyes suddenly shrank.
Sighed slightly and swallowed.
Cold sweat flowed out.
Looking at the immature Kant in front of him, and the arrogant but respectful Rolf next to him, and the layers of heavy riding and infantry behind him, he suddenly found that he seemed to have miscalculated something.
Very serious mistake!
That is…
At present, it seems that Kant is the guy he thought should be a puppet!
Do not!
Baron Dylan's eyes caused some panic.
His reason made him quickly recover, and he looked at Kant's calm face and his heart trembled.
This is wrong!
Now in control...
It is Kant!
This young duke's second son, like his father, directly controlled all the rights in a short period of time during the blank period of the handover of rights!
Including the current command of these troops!
"I…"
Baron Dylan apparently discovered this.
He opened his mouth and suddenly found that his plan seemed completely ridiculous due to unequal intelligence!
When I just wanted to say something, there was a sudden burst of fiery light behind me. The original vassal knight suddenly took advantage of the two parties while chatting, and pulled out the long sword from the waist. Kant.
"go to hell!"
The vassal of the vassal opened his eyes sharply and his figure was extremely fast!
The explosion is very sudden!
"Oh--" "Oh--"
But suddenly he burst up, beside Kant, the blood-red blaze exploded quickly!
The two Lions of the Lion of Lyon were already on guard. The sword of the knight at the waist was instantly pulled out of the sheath and rushed directly to meet the figure of the vassal knight.
"when--"
The blood-red flame turned into a fierce lion.
With a clear sound, the long sword in the hands of the vassal was cut in two.
And this vassal knight has also stopped the violent figure. The whole person stood in place, but there was a knight sword flashing with blood red flames around his neck, and the lion knight staring at him coldly in front of him.
"Explanation!"
Rolf frowned coldly.
The other lion knights had put their hands on the hilt, and the faint blood-red blaze could burst at any time.
Even behind him, those knights and infantry who had seen this happen had all stopped and looked at this coldly, looking like they would charge at any time!
"me…"
The vassal knight was cold and sweaty.
He didn't expect that, in a short moment, as a knight, he was easily restrained!
The two knights with strange faces were also sweaty and their eyes were full of haze. They did not expect that such an accident would happen!
I did not expect that there would be so many knights around Kant!
20 great knights!
This made the ordinary knights frightened, standing behind Baron Dylan for a moment, staring dumbfounded at all of them in front of him, both legs felt soft.
"Explanation…"
Baron Dylan still beats the drums, in fact, his temples are sweating.
Looking at the pleading gaze of the vassal knight, their plan had considered that if the assassination failed, the Dylan Baron would be responsible for covering up this matter temporarily.
After all, they thought they were at an advantage.
Even if the puppet Kant was killed, not only would it be okay, but perhaps Baron Dylan could replace it.
It's just that things are impermanent~ EbookFREE.me~ is even more difficult to predict!
The puppet expected by Baron Dylan was not only a puppet, but also a real devil. The horrifying demon hiding his strength behind him made him fall into it.
I just wanted to stop the plan, but it was too late.
"this matter…"
Baron Dylan's hand rested on the hilt of his waist.
Looking at Kant, he turned his head to look at the vassal knight, and the haunting color suddenly appeared, pulling the sword out of the sheath, and instantly cut through the throat of his friend, the loyal knight.
Bloodlines appear.
The long sword crossed the fragile throat.
Baron Dylan's face became solemn, and he said: "Attempted to assassinate Baron Kant, death!"