Chapter 539 Rebellion 7

"He... he... seems to be cooked?"

Paul covered his nose and looked at the "teppanyaki" in front of him, which was obviously overcooked.

Fortunately, this wave of attacks was repelled again - just after the person was roasted, the identity of this person should be very important. Although Paul didn't know whose face was under the red-hot armor - it should be said whose face it was originally. Of course, he was not interested in confirming it. If he saw that scene, he would definitely remember it for the rest of his life.

Paul even hoped that the person in the armor was his family knight Fergus. He hated the traitor so much that he had cursed him a hundred or eighty times in his heart.

This was the first time he encountered such a dangerous situation since he crossed over. Ah, that can't be said. Another time was when he met a crazy wizard on the way.

"Woo--" A guard lying beside him made a painful sound. Just now, this brave and dedicated guard used his body to block a knife for Paul. After the bandage, he could no longer fight.

Paul squatted down and carefully moved his guard to a more comfortable position.

"Thank you, sir." "Stop talking and have a good rest."

He silently prayed for the guard's health in his heart. Alas, such a deep wound, but he now has neither penicillin nor sulfa.

"Sir Graman." Ladi reminded him beside him, "After so many failures, the rebels are likely to launch a fire attack. The fire starters they got are not for barbecue after all."

"Do you... have the confidence to protect everyone?"

Paul looked at Ladi with some doubt. Although his camp was set up in an open area, there were lush weeds growing on the ground.

"I will do my best."

Do your best? Hearing Ladi's words, Paul felt a little bitter, but the other party's next sentence cheered him up.

"In addition, I have good news for you. The 8th Infantry Battalion is on the way here."

"What?"

Paul screamed out loud. This is great news.

"Everyone!" He summoned his strength and shouted to everyone in the camp, "Our reinforcements are coming. The 8th Infantry Battalion, which is closest to us, is rushing here. As long as we can hold on, the dawn of victory will surely shine on us with the rising sun!"

Sure enough, once this good news was announced, the dull and anxious atmosphere lingering in the entire camp disappeared almost instantly. Although no one shouted excitedly, everyone's eyes burst into hope.

"But!" After thinking again and again, Paul decided to tell everyone in advance, "Next, the traitors may use the method of setting fire to the forest to deal with us. Everyone must be mentally prepared. Ms. Setia will use a special method to protect everyone, so everyone does not need to worry too much."

These words made everyone's heart tighten again, and a serious expression returned to everyone's face again.

As for Ms. Setia's special method, in fact, after the battle just now, everyone roughly guessed what was going on, especially the sudden burst of flames, which was really impressive.

Although her possible identity may be a little troubling due to some legends, everyone has respect for this beautiful lady who fought side by side with everyone. People who have faced life and death together, no matter how unfamiliar or even alienated they were before, there will always be a mysterious force that makes them resonate with each other.

The next battle, crisis and hope coexist!

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Chacon's miserable condition instantly collapsed the morale of the rebels participating in the siege. After the failure of the previous sieges, they began to quietly spread among them: the tyrant lord Paul Graman mastered the evil black magic and could ignore the opponent's defense and take people's lives directly. Now a fire dragon ejected from the camp killed Chacon, which confirmed the legend that Graman mastered the black magic.

Under great fear and oppression, the besieging mobs retreated again, leaving behind corpses and screaming wounded, and they retreated to where Fergus and others were.

"Asshole, what did you say?"

Old Valen learned about his son's death from the defeated soldiers. His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and his skinny hands tightly grasped the narrator's arm.

"Impossible! This is impossible! My Chacon is a child blessed by God, how could he die under the evil black magic of Graman?"

The old man's crazy look frightened the narrator.

"Master Valen, please accept my condolences." His voice trembled, fearing that the master in front of him, who was known for his harshness, would stab him with a knife.

"Ah-ah-ah-"

Old Valen shouted to the sky, "Paul Graman, I must avenge my son!"

Fergus watched coldly from the side, letting Old Valen vent for a while.

When the other party stopped to breathe, he put his hand on Old Valen's shoulder.

"This is a sad thing. Chacon is a good boy. He sacrificed his life for justice."

"Fuck justice." Dimiter Valen shook off Fergus's hand, "I'm going to send Paul Graman to hell now."

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He hurriedly walked to a bunch of torches, stretched out his hand, grasped it and raised it up.

"Fergus, now implement your final plan. Use the flame to offer Graeman and his minions to soothe the soul of my poor child."

Nympho

Lieutenant Lieutenant Campus Carter Holy of the Eighth Infantry Camp once again pulled a whip to the horse's buttocks again. The speed of the mount just slowed down immediately, as he raised four hoofs as high as a long time ago.

Before the departure, the city hall where the resident was located was very in line with the requirements of the army. More than 400 horses were collected from the city overnight. More than sixty people are ride on horseback, and the remaining horses are also taken away for the use of the road.

Carter Holy is now very fortunate to have trained for cyclical training, otherwise, even if he can collect horses, he is bustling.

"Report!" Come from the front of the team. Salute towards Lieutenant Colonel.

"What's up?"

"It's going to Babol Village ahead."

"Okay!" Lieutenant Colonel Holy picked his palm happily.

In the letter of Lord Graman, there are several participants in the village of Baber.

"Immediately blocked all the access roads in the village."

"Yes!" The communicator also rode the horse and returned to the team.

The lord's letter is only trapped in the forest somewhere nearby. Lieutenant Colonel Holy needs to know a more specific location from the traitor's family.