Chapter 762: Chapter 58 Part-time_3 Chapter 762: Chapter 58 Part-time_3 The Herders chased in haste; the woman could no longer bother with modesty. Holding her headscarf, she ran for her life. Her long skirt was lifted by the wind, revealing her fair, smooth legs.
The Ganquan Tribe members on horseback couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.
“Don’t kill her! Don’t shoot arrows!” The sneering laughter of Ganquan echoed loudly, “Play with her! Let her lead you and me to the old camp!”
Like a wildcat toying with a mouse, the members of the Ganquan Tribe scared the woman with strange cries while slowing down their horses.
At the edge of the dense forest, the sparse vegetation offered no cover for the woman. She fled deeper into the forest, her clothes torn by the brambles, exposing more skin.
The men from the Terdon Tribe grew increasingly excited, shouting even louder.
The woman’s strength gradually drained, and she ran slower and slower.
Ganquan roared with laughter as he drew a whistling arrow, stood up in his stirrups, and took aim to shoot.
The whistling arrow flew towards the woman’s back, and while the horse archer’s shooting was imprecise, the arrow landed near the woman, causing the poor woman to fall in fright.
The woman scrambled to her feet and continued to flee, running faster than before.
The men from the Terdon Tribe laughed uproariously, all except for the old slave Baldy, who remained silent.
Most of these men from the Terdon Tribe were also slaves who regularly endured humiliation and oppression. But in the act of violence against a weaker target, all their resentment seemed to be released.
“Spread out!” Ganquan shouted, “Don’t let her escape, surround her from both flanks!”
The members of the Ganquan Tribe behind sped up to the sides, and more than thirty men from the Terdon Tribe slowly fanned out.
Ahead, the woman whose clothes had been torn to shreds lost her footing and fell again, tumbling into a pile of dead leaves.
Ganquan, impatient with excitement, urged his Warhorse to chase after her.
“After all, Baldy can speak the language of the two-leggers,” Ganquan thought. “I’ll capture her first, then… interrogate…”
Just as Ganquan’s excitement reached its peak, he suddenly felt the world spin; he felt as if he was flying through the clouds.
The other men from the Terdon Tribe saw only their leader’s Warhorse stumbling with its knees bending at unnatural angles before collapsing with a neigh as their leader was hurled from the saddle, cartwheeling through the air.
Immediately thereafter, they saw a figure leap out of the dead leaves, wielding a big staff and cruelly striking down on their leader’s head.
The skull broke before the staff snapped.
Thus ended the life of Ganquan, the direct descendant of the Terdon Tribe, the relative of the fire lighters and the ambitious Helge Grey.
Like a signal had been given, dozens of figures appeared out of nowhere, like ghosts rising from the ground—in fact, they really did spring from the ground.
These ghostly figures all held pointed staves, stabbing and smashing anyone on horseback. In an instant, several had fallen from their horses.
“Ambush!” A man from the Terdon Tribe screamed in terror: “Run!”
The Terdon men spurred their horses fiercely, whipping them to accelerate and break through. Fresh chapters posted on novel-fire.ɴet
Before they could get ten meters away, the two men leading the charge fell into the same trap as Ganquan—there were more tripwires in the woods, and who knew where that woman had led them!
“There’s no escape! Kill!” A member of the Terdon Tribe drew his curved sword, slashing wildly in frenzy.
Another member of the Terdon Tribe took off his horn, attempting to call for aid.
Accompanied by a sharp piercing sound, the man trying to blow the horn cried out in agony as a javelin pinned his left hand and face together.
Under the intense pain, the horn slipped from his grasp.
The one who threw the javelin was a majestic middle-aged man, who calmly drew another javelin and said, “[Common language] Beware the savages’ desperate retaliation! Lasso their horses!”
The sound of heavy footsteps grew closer, and a somewhat pale young man emerged from the bushes with a group of men wielding various farming tools.
The young man saluted the middle-aged man, “Major! We have arrived.”
“You’re not needed here,” the middle-aged man directed him toward the direction from which the Terdon men came, “Circle around the battlefield from the east. If barbarian soldiers follow, engage them.”
“Yes!” The young man raised his hand in salute.
“Mr. Apel,” the middle-aged man returned the salute with gravity, despite his trust still unable to shake off his concern: “Take care.”
Apel nodded, raising his Stinger Hammer as a flag and leading the militiamen into the woods.
Meanwhile, in the northwestern part of the village where the forest was densest, Lieutenant Asko was riding at breakneck speed.
Following the valley, he charged like lightning into a concealed camp.
“Who lit a fire!” Asko reined in his horse and barked furiously, “Who lit a fire?”
Seeing that the newcomer was not a barbarian, the people in the camp gradually gathered.
This concealed camp was almost as large as a small town, yet only women, elders, and children were present; not a single able-bodied man could be found.
“Sir,” an elderly woman approached him with trembling steps, “It was I.”
Facing an old woman, Asko had no outlet for his anger and bellowed, “Major Ronald strictly ordered that no one is permitted to light a fire without permission! Did it go in one ear and out the other? Put it out! Now!”
An uncomfortable silence filled the crowd.
A farmwife in her forties complained bitterly, “I lit a fire too. It’s just too cold! The children are getting sick from the cold. Without fire, we can’t even have a warm meal. You, sir, might endure it, but we cannot!”
As one person took the lead, others also began to complain.
The women and children had been stationed here, crammed into a single tent—no fire allowed, no leaving, not even loud talking was permitted. Resentment had been brewing among them for a while.
“Fools!” Asko cursed in rage, “You light a fire here, smoke rises! Visible from five kilometers away! This camp is exposed! If we hadn’t diverted the barbarians, they would’ve already killed us! Because of your fires, your husbands and sons are fighting barbarians for their lives!”