Chapter 1017: Polon

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The battlefield of the Battle of Bitter Bridge was full of chaos.

The army under the eldest prince looked like the elite division was well-trained, and launched a fierce attack on the combined forces of the Reach and the Storm.

And although the soldiers under the command of the second prince Yin Meng also have elite soldiers, not all of them are farmers, but the difference in the number of elite soldiers is relatively large.

Now that most of the day has gone through a fierce battle, the outcome on the battlefield has gradually become clear.

The army commanded by Oberon had the upper hand, while the enemy on the other side was obviously defeated, deserters and command failures began to appear.

…

The war was lost.

The high-ranking bigwigs calmly withdrew from the battlefield under the protection of many soldiers ahead of schedule and fled.

And most of the ordinary soldiers who remained have become cannon fodder. His Highness the Second Prince has recruited a lot of civilians, so he has roughly the same number as the First Prince's army.

But at this time, these cannon fodders came in handy, the front line began to collapse, and everyone fled to attract and distract the attention of the chasing troops, covering the withdrawal of the main force.

Today's battlefield is full of chaos, shouts of killing, screams one after another, and the air is full of burns and a strong smell of blood.

Everyone's eyes were red, and even though their enemies had already knelt down and begged for mercy, they still grinned and cut off their heads to receive the reward.

And the old Iger, who was located in the rear civilian camp, was not immune to the failure of the war.

He was wearing a ragged, coarse cloth, with his sleeves rolled up to reveal a thick forearm full of hair, and he was carrying a sword he didn't know where to pick it up.

There are bloodstains and several clear collision marks on the sword. It is obvious that the owner of this sword has experienced a fierce battle, but now it has completely fallen down.

"There are still a few fish that slip through the net!"

However, at this moment, several fierce-faced imperial soldiers saw a group of civilians led by the old man, and then rushed up with a grin.

The military system of the Empire is based on the merits of the head. The more people kill, the more credit. Although this increases the phenomenon of torture and murder of prisoners of war to a certain extent, it does encourage the soldiers to fight bravely.

And now they have caught a few lonely people, which is simply a living credit.

However, these imperial soldiers rushed up, and the young people who followed Old Iger were scared and dumbfounded, their hands and feet were a little numb, holding the axes and wooden sticks in their hands, not knowing how to fight back.

But Old Iger saw the enemy rushing up without any fear at all, and also greeted him with a long sword in his hand.

clang clang-

Afterwards, the long swords collided violently, and these soldiers underestimated the enemy. I didn't expect this old man to be so old and strong, and he was actually cut to the ground by this old man.

Murder and see blood.

Old Iger's once kind cheek showed a ferocious expression like a hungry wolf, as if he had found the shadow of his youth.

Afterwards, Old Iger hid all the way to XZ and stopped, and finally led the young people in his village to escape from the chaotic battlefield.

They fled into a nearby wood in one breath, and then stopped.

"Iger... Uncle Iger... how are you?"

Everyone fled into the woods, and some were out of breath. Old Iger was not as old as when he was young, and he was panting while leaning against a big tree.

And the group of boys he led were all frightened by his appearance at the moment, looked at each other and asked with a slightly disturbed voice.

"The gods of **** are up..."

However, before they could finish their words, they were interrupted by the long sword that was cut off with only one hilt left by Old Egger directly raising it.

"Don't call me Iger again!"

"Iger, Iger, does Lao Tzu look like an egg?"

"Thirty years, I'm tired of hearing this name..."

Old Iger, whose gray hair was stained with blood, turned his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice.

"My name is Bronn."

"Remember not to call it wrong in the future."

His eyes were fierce and did not look as kind as before, with gray hair, black eyes, and a messy beard, completely like a hungry wolf.

Bronn's nature is actually a mercenary who has no moral loyalty at all and follows complete egoism.

However, a person like Bolong actually took such a path by accident, struggling for half his life but achieving nothing, and even in his later years was arrested and made a civilian husband.

But this is actually the most authentic portrayal left by the absence of noble blood and the lack of suitable opportunities in this era.

"Then... what should I do next?"

"Uncle Bro..."

But at this time, one of the young people who escaped was more courageous, gritted his teeth and took the initiative to stand up and ask.

"When you get here, you should be able to return to your hometown."

A pair of boots was ripped off from a corpse, and Bronn, who was testing his feet, paused slightly when he heard his words, and then said.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"I decided to give it another go."

"Those who are willing to go can go now~www.NovelMTL.com~ I hope you won't get lost, and those who want to make a contribution stay with Lao Tzu."

Having personally experienced a war that rekindled the blood of Bronn in his youth, he had a hunch that this would be the last chance for a comeback in his life.

If he can't catch it, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

At least one death is the most.

He has done many evils in his life, and he should have died a long time ago, but it is a pity that no one accepts him, which means that the gods still have things for him to do.

As soon as Bronn said this, everyone present looked at each other in dismay.

But most of the people have been frightened by the tragic battlefield in the daytime, and now they just want to escape far away. After all, many of them are honest farmers, and they want to live and work in peace and contentment.

So most people chose to leave and set foot on the road back to their hometown.

What surprised Bronn, however, was that a few young boys actually decided to follow him.

"Win the king or lose the bandit, uncle!"

They have all opened their eyes to see the big scene. The princes and nobles rode high-headed horses and commanded the army to fight.

Therefore, they also want to change their own destiny, and do not want to plant a lifetime of fields like their ancestors did.

"Since the decision is made, don't regret it."

And when Bronn looked at these young men with resolute eyes, he seemed to see his own shadow.

Then he shook his head and sneered disdainfully, not knowing whether he was mocking them or himself.

Then the group of people who had escaped hardships parted ways.

Most of the people chose to flee back to their hometown, while a small number of people followed Bronn and chased down the army of the second prince, and decided to take a big gamble.