Berserk: The Prophet

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When Green woke up again, he was already in the tavern, his body bandaged. Looking at Ali and the other five people opposite him, Green had a pretty good idea of ​​what had happened.

After the charge that day, before he could deal with anyone, he was knocked unconscious by flying spears and axes. It must have been a few of them who brought him back. One of the city thugs died, but in such times, losing one or two comrades is inevitable. War is so profitable, but it is also so cruel to ordinary people.

After a brief two-day rest, they set off again to inspect the surrounding area. According to the latest news from the Barkley Tavern, militias and patrols have been formed in Barkley's various villages.

In every village, you can see lightly armed soldiers riding ordinary old horses in twos and threes patrolling groups, as well as small militia camps with about a hundred people on standby.

Since the last clash, Barkley's forces have achieved a decisive victory, killing Prince Gordon, the leader of the Three Fingers, while the last of the Vanscaree's war leaders, Escico, is still at large.

Although the remaining Vanskeri were scattered, some of the larger scattered Vanskeri formed raiding squads, which could easily burn, kill, and plunder a small village. The problem was that once these people were scattered, they became difficult to gather together to kill, and they would always escape before the army arrived. They would also rob Barkley's caravans from time to time, causing a lot of economic losses.

I heard that two or three small teams have been wiped out by the militia and the patrolling knights recently, but judging from the rumors in the area, things are still not very peaceful. People are dying every day when they pass through. Recently, the villagers in the surrounding area have also stopped daring to walk alone on the roads to the city. Instead, they all go to the city together under the protection of the militia to buy everything that the villagers need.

However, today was clearly not a peaceful day. Several patrolling soldiers and their horses were covered in blood. The one in the middle was more seriously injured, with a spear piercing his abdomen. He could barely move and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be forcing himself to say something to the militia captain before losing consciousness and slipping off his horse, falling to the ground.

The militia captain, looking tense and worried, shoved the cavalryman on the ground, checked his breathing, and then solemnly went to muster his troops. He called over a few farmers to cover the light cavalryman with a white cloth and carry him away.

With the soldiers' unified shouts, the light cavalry scouts led the way, followed by militiamen and archers, and set off in neat formation. Along the way, they gathered any light cavalry and scouts they encountered, forming a new cavalry force. Seeing this, Green led a few of his men to follow not far away, ready to join the battle at any time. Since there were also volunteers joining the ranks nearby, the scouts didn't pay much attention and followed the group in twos and threes. Moreover, due to recent events, Green was no longer a stranger. Throughout Barkley, rumors were circulating that a child had captured the wounded and fleeing leader of the Vanskerry War, becoming the talk of the town.

"Stop!" The militia battalion commander noticed something was wrong. There were bloodstains in the surrounding bushes and snow, indicating that several scouts had been ambushed, making the surrounding environment even more eerie.

Green became alert, because the snow nearby didn't look as smooth as it had just fallen. Judging from the messy snow tracks, it looked like a team of twenty or thirty people. Green led his men back twenty or thirty meters into the smoother snow.

"Proceed with caution!!"

At the shout of the militia leader, the militiamen walked ahead cautiously, observing their surroundings as they advanced warily.

"Ok?"

When they had traveled about forty meters, a militiaman felt something was wrong with the texture under his feet and was about to check when a long shadow flashed across the snow.

"Ho..."

A spear pierced his throat and went straight into his brain. Blood gushed from his nostrils and mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he made incomprehensible sounds before dying a suffocating and painful death, not even knowing what had happened.

"Hehehe, it's a fresh skull, Vanskerry, charge!!"

"Wow ya ya ya!!!"

"For the glory of Vanscare!!!"

"Turn them all into beautiful bowls!! Hehehe..."

Several others beside him also fell victim to the attack. With a shout, dozens of burly Vanscare warriors in rawhide coats surged out of the surrounding snow, tearing open the lambs-like militiamen. The scouts who couldn't react in time were also dragged off their horses and hacked to pieces with axes.

"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!!"

The militiamen roared in panic. The scene before them was unlike anything they had ever seen before. Now, suddenly attacked, their morale plummeted.

"Don't panic!! There are only a few dozen of them!! Think of your families behind you!!" The militia captain shouted immediately, trying to quell the fear spreading throughout the militia.

At the call of the militia leader, the militiamen, who had never seen bloodshed before, did not flee immediately, but instead fought back with trembling legs, holding their spears.

Green calmly observed everything. Fortunately, the conflict occurred far enough away from the area. Upon closer inspection, the opposing side consisted of only about thirty people. Even if the militia was weak, they were not without a chance of winning.

After carefully analyzing the battle situation, Green led a few of his men to circle around to the rear of the pirates.

The battle at the front was fierce, and the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers joined in one after another. Despite their large numbers, they could not gain any advantage, and no one cared about the situation at the rear.

He circled around to within fifty meters of the pirates, ordered his men to line up in a row, and as if sensing Green's mood, his warhorse, holding a lance, was kicking its hooves restlessly.

"charge!!"

"Kill!!!"

At Green's command, he spurred his horse out of the leafless bushes, his lances pointed directly at the enemy ahead. His men also created an unstoppable momentum. Because their vision was obscured, it was impossible to see how many men there were, which put invisible pressure on the enemy and boosted the morale of their comrades.

"Reinforcements!!!"

This immediately roused the trembling militiamen, who thought reinforcements had arrived. They abandoned their timid demeanor and rushed forward, turning several Vanskellians into pincushions, unleashing their full power that they could not normally display.

"Sizzle"

Green's blunt-nosed lance sent a Vanskellian flying about ten meters, his armor probably deformed, before he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

[Vanscare Warrior Deborah has been stunned, gaining 252 experience points.]

Meanwhile, the city thugs behind Green rushed out of the bushes with clubs. The Vanskerry squad hesitated when they saw this, and quickly suffered heavy losses under the combined attack of the militia and Green's squad. The remaining few tried to run but it was too late, and they were shot dead by the militia archers. For a group of green recruits, it was a perfect victory.