I was a charlatan in India

Howl!

charge!

Kill everything in front of you!

Dana swung his scimitar recklessly, his obese body making a thumping sound.

He had no combat training, and his knife skills were crude, relying entirely on brute force and reckless ruthlessness.

But just that imposing aura was enough to frighten the soldiers into scattering.

Haiti felt a sense of relief and, pushing off with his hooves to regain his balance, prepared to get up.

Only the dog continued its defiant act.

Dana's face contorted with rage as he lunged at the nearest spotted dog and pinned it to the ground.

The dog opened its mouth to bite, but Dana didn't care at all. He picked up his scimitar and slashed down heavily!

"Pfft!"

The spotted dog let out a mournful howl and struggled and rolled around frantically.

But Dana showed no intention of letting him off the hook, and kept chopping at him, even injuring himself without a care!

"Attack him all at once! He's alone!"

The veteran clutched his groin and gritted his teeth.

However, the first to respond to him was Dana, whose eyes were already bloodshot.

He suddenly turned his head and stared straight at the veteran.

Damn it, I can't survive anymore. Killing one isn't a loss, killing two is a huge profit!

"Stop him! Stop him!"

The veteran trembled at Dana's glare.

He lunged at the old soldier like a dying beast, gripping a blood-dripping knife.

Despite its rough appearance, it exuded a chilling aura.

"Go! Kill him, and you can take all the jewels and stuff!"

"Damn it! Let's slaughter this fat pig first!"

Upon hearing about the gemstone, some people steeled themselves and decided to take the risk, swinging their knives and heading straight for Dana.

When Dana saw the blade coming, instead of dodging, he roared and charged forward!

He had only one thought in his mind.

Kill! Kill all these scum who are preventing him from surviving!

Even if I die, I'll drag a few down with me!

One is a break-even deal, two are a huge profit!

Hehehe, what a steal!

He completely abandoned his defenses, not even flinching when stabbed in the body, and charged straight at the veteran, hacking and slashing wildly without any strategy.

Normally, this kind of thing wouldn't really hurt a veteran.

But Haiti's kick just now shattered his ring, and his pelvis was also a mess, so he had no way to struggle or dodge!

This experienced fellow was about to be brutally hacked to death without any strategy!

The wailing never stopped!

But Dana also had several wounds on his body, his arm was slashed open, and he was stabbed in the ribs, with blood gushing out.

Seeing Dana surrounded, Haiti let out an anxious howl and charged towards the soldiers, trying to break the siege.

"Forget the horses! Kill Dana first!"

Dana was already at his last gasp, clinging on by sheer willpower.

A soldier flashed into Dana's blind spot, his scimitar stabbing like a venomous snake towards Dana's back, aiming for his heart, and thrusting it out fiercely!

Even if he doesn't die from this stab, it will completely incapacitate him!

Dana also felt the wind behind him.

But he didn't care at all. He twisted his fat body, intending to use his flesh to block the other party's knife, and see if he could take one more person down with him!

Sudden.

Haitina's reddish-brown figure suddenly rammed into us!

With its broad side, it firmly blocked the blades between Dana and the veteran!

"puff!"

The scimitar pierced deeply into Haiti's side.

"Hiss—!!!"

Haiti let out a heart-wrenching howl, his forelegs buckled, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

But it held on, twisted its body sharply, raised its hind legs, and kicked the soldier hard in the chest!

"Snap!"

The soldier was kicked straight away, fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and then fell silent.

"Ha, ha ha ha, Haiti, we're both even now, we're both even!"

Dana had gone mad.

He and Haiti are beyond saving.

In this desolate wilderness, with injuries so severe, there is probably no chance of survival.

The things that can be done right now are quite clear.

Dana grabbed his scimitar, staggered to Haiti's side, leaned against its body, and confronted the remaining soldiers.

He finally burst into a wild, provocative laugh.

"Damn it! You wanted to arrest me? You wanted my jewelry?"

Come on!

"Even I couldn't protect this wealth, and you have no right to covet it? You're not worthy!"

The soldiers surrounded the enemy but did not attack.

Nobody dared to go up.

Furthermore, even if left unattended, both the man and the horse were doomed to die.

Dana knew he was dying.

Everything in his field of vision was swaying, and only Haiti's heavy, painful breathing was still clear.

"Haiti, go ahead and leave me alone..."

He uttered a weak whisper.

But Dana also knew that neither Haiti nor he could leave.

Even if the other side swarms them, they might only be able to wound or kick a few people to death as a form of revenge.

But these soldiers regained their senses and surrounded the enemy without attacking, leaving them only to be worn down and killed.

Now, the only hope for survival is a miracle.

Dana's blurry gaze was fixed on the coarse cloth roll.

But it didn't react at all, it just greedily absorbed the blood energy around it.

Damn it, miracles are indeed unreliable.

He leaned against Haiti, hugging its horse's legs, and muttered to himself.

"Haiti, honestly, why did you run out to save me? You even lost your life for nothing."

Haiti seemed to understand. It looked around at the soldiers threateningly, and seeing that none of them dared to attack, it slowly lowered its body and gently touched Dana's head with its nose.

This is memorizing the other person's scent.

"Hey, hehe."

Dana gave a bitter laugh and threw away the scimitar with a clang.

He knows horses.

Haiti has accepted God.

Dana suddenly felt a mixture of relief and resentment.

"If there truly is an omnipotent god, then please, please help me rescue Haiti."

When all hope is lost, the only thing one can pray for is a miracle.

However, Dana himself knew that miracles were unreliable.

If an omnipotent god truly exists, then everything in the world is within his arrangement.

Human joys and sorrows are nothing more than the lira of the gods.

God doesn't care.

The view gradually darkened; it was almost time for Dana.

He can no longer feel pain.

The coolness of his arm being slashed open and the burning sensation of his ribs being pierced were long gone.

Even the wild horse he had just tamed had become blurry and empty.

Everything was as lonely as when I was born.

Haiti seemed to realize that its master's death was imminent. It stopped looking at the soldiers surrounding Dana, and nuzzled Dana's head as a farewell.

"If there truly are omnipotent gods, then I beg you, save my master."

Even this wild horse can only pin its hopes on that unreliable miracle.

However, the world remained silent.

She embraces everything, respects everything, and perhaps even weaves everything.

It will never save anything.

A man and a horse, embracing each other as they fall asleep.

In that blood-stained dream, they seemed to vaguely hear a hesitant voice.

The voice was neither sacred nor authoritative; it even carried a hint of annoyance.

At the very least, it should not belong to the gods or miracles they pray to.

"...As you wish."