Chapter 130: Bloody smell

Before night came, the roaring cavalry had rushed back to the mine town.

The mining town at night is very quiet, except for the whispers from the houses of some people in the town, there is almost no other voice.

The return of the cavalry squadron brought ripples to the calm mining town.

The mayor, Billy, since Locke and others left, grabbed Karl and let him stay with him at the mouth of the town.

Chewing on the supper that his mother-in-law had just delivered, Old Billy talked to Carl while looking at the road outside the town from time to time.

Carl knew the old scruples of Billy and smiled and comforted, "Relax, a few thieves."

Although Karl gave Old Billy a pill, but when he was old, he couldn't stop thinking about things. Old Billy hadn't suffered less from these thieves in recent years.

When the cavalry squadron led by Locke returned, old Billy couldn't care about the chewing bread in his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and got up and ran over.

The cavalry came back very violently. Most of the township residents in the mining town ran out to see the cavalry who had just returned.

Bao Tie's horseshoes made a dull grounding, and the cavalry squadrons were in an orderly queue. Every villager felt a sense of security.

The cavalry returned almost bathed in blood, and many people smelled a **** smell that could not be separated.

Old Billy endured the discomfort of smell and stepped forward.

It was Locke who led the cavalry, and the bright yellow armor had been stained with blood, and the last sunset that hadn’t fallen in the distance, in the eyes of others, Locke was like a **** demon.

"How's the situation?" Although the answer was already guessed from the momentum of the returned cavalry, the old Billy couldn't help but ask, because the sky was dark, he didn't know if the cavalry had any downsizing.

Locke responded to the old Billy's question with an action. A whistle sounded out, and each cavalry threw up the bag tied to their horse's legs, and two or thirty **** flew out, accompanied by scattered blood.

The courageous townsmen were brave and walked in to see what was in the bag, "vomit!" Almost everyone who saw the real scene stooped and vomited.

The old Billy who was closest to De Locke was the one who saw the most clearly. The head thrown from Locke’s hand was the red maple robber leader who invaded them most frequently and caused the most damage. There was a scar on his face. The man even came to town last month and extorted him with a good amount of money and food.

But now, Old Billy only saw his head, and a scar on his face had been twisted and deformed because he endured some severe pain, like a multi-footed centipede lying on the winter melon, making Old Billy sick.

Old Billy deserved to be the mayor, and he quickly adjusted it, "Will there be no fish in the net?" The red maple thief because of the presence of horses, if someone escapes, then the mine town they face is endless ambition.

"No." The answer for Locke was Karl, who patted Old Billy's shoulder and said, "Relax, no one can escape under the baron's cavalry horseshoe, let alone Locke."

Although old Billy still had doubts, he didn't show it because he didn't see the free horses and the treasures robbed by Hong Feng.

Karl was not interested in spreading the power of the low-ranking servants to Old Billy, nor did he think about Old Billy's careful thoughts. He stepped forward to Locke and shouted, "Go back, I will watch in the town!"

Locke, wearing armor, nodded, kicked the horse's bottom, and rode away in the direction of Maple Leaf Village.

Under the command of Karl, the remaining cavalry entered the mining town in an orderly manner.

Riding a horse, Mercedes-Benz was in the bumpy mountain road. Locke's expression in the helmet was very dignified. He suddenly found that he was already a lot different from normal people.

The cavalry returned home with victory. It was not the cheers of the townspeople in the mine town, but the sense of surprise and distance. He could even see the fear in the eyes of many people.

Whether it was Locke or the soldiers who returned from Kaiduoqi, they were indifferent to the blood and death, not to mention dozens of human heads, even the more spectacular and tragic they had seen them. The **** smell was just a small meaning for them.

But ordinary civilians are different. Mining township residents who feel such a **** smell at close range, cover more than half of their mouths to vomit. As for what they did not vomit, they just smelled strange and did not see what was in the cloth bag. .

Riding the Mercedes-Benz in the night, a little starlight had just emerged, and Locke could already see the big tree at the entrance of Fengye Village.

Without rushing into the village, Locke rode to the village entrance river first.

In March, the river has already thawed, but it still exudes a cold, especially at night.

After dismounting, Locke jumped directly into the water. The biting river water stimulated Locke's nerves, and also washed away the odor and blood stains on his body.

His war horse tilted his head, strangely watching his master make such a strange move, and gave a snort, as if mocking Locke's nerves.

Locke in the water saw a lot of blood remaining on the horse. The war horse made a horrified fright and was dragged down into the water by Locke mercilessly. Locke, a low-rank servant, now has a pure arm strength comparable to a brown bear.

After a full three minutes, Locke jumped ashore after the taste was almost gone.

The horse doesn't seem to swim very much, and it's crazy in the water. Locke finally used a little grudge. He pulled the war horse ashore with fear and danger. He was a low-level servant, without armor or grudge protection. , And have no interest in fighting a horseshoe.

The horse that landed looked at Locke with some trembling and whispered.

Locke turned the horse, without too much action, the war horse ran up on its own, shaking its fur while running, and when it ran to the village entrance, there were almost no drops of water on his body.

At the entrance of the village, there were several soldiers standing guard, all of whom he asked to stay when he left today during the day. The soldiers were very dedicated and no one was lazy.

"Brother Locke!" It was just approaching, and the soldiers behind recognized the person who came, and Locke's armor was so iconic.

"Yes." Locke under the armor should say, "You don't have to keep it all, just watch in turns in two batches." Leaving a word, Locke had already left on horseback.

"Yes!" The soldiers answered from behind.

When he arrived in front of his door, the door had been opened. Old Rock knew that Locke was the cavalry captain. When there was a horseshoe in the village, he knew that his son had returned, and Zhang Luo came out and opened the door.

As expected, they are indeed their sons.

Tia went to close the gate, and old Locke looked at the war horse that Locke brought back in the courtyard.

"It's stronger than the horses in the town's post, and it's also more spirited than the baron caravan!" Old Locke stretched out his hand, intending to touch the fur on the horse's neck, but the war horse took two steps back and watched the old man cautiously. Locke, one of his hind legs has been lifted halfway, as if he would kick at any time.

"Well?" Locke glared, when a palm was gently placed on the horse's back, the horse was quiet as a quiet baby instantly, letting old Locke upset its beautiful fur there.

"How wet is your body? Take off your clothes, and I will let Lia wash you!" Tia was more concerned about other places.

Taking off the heavy armor, Locke handed the wet clothes inside to Leah who had been watching for a long time.

"Have you eaten? If I didn't eat, I'll bring you back to the house. There are leftovers." Tia asked.

"Not yet." Locke replied.

When Tia heard it, he immediately turned back into the room and went to get Locke's food. There were two pieces of pancakes and half a pot of soup left over for dinner.

"What does this horse eat?" Old Locke was still paying attention to the war horse that Locke brought back. This horse, which was originally abnormal, was turned like a large hedgehog by Old Locke two or three times.

"Don't worry about it, you can't starve," Locke replied lightly. This was due to his negligence. There was no fodder for horses in the village. To feed it, he had to go to town tomorrow.

Fortunately, it is the best warhorse of the cavalry squadron. It is not a problem to be hungry for a day or two. Sometimes when marching in a hurry, it is normal for the warhorse not to eat all day and night.

Fortunately, the war horse didn't understand people, or it had to cry to death. It followed the battle with Locke all day and night. Not only did he take a cold shower, he couldn't even eat dinner.

Because of a day of fighting, Locke lay down early today.

Leah is still helping the locker laundry. From this dress, Leah seems to smell something strange.

Putting his nose up and smelling it, a faint **** smell came into Leah's nose, more of which belonged to Locke.

Leah blushed and hurriedly pressed her clothes into the water. She didn't care where the blood came from, as long as it was not Locke's.

When Locke just undressed, although there were many scars on his body, they were all scabs of old wounds, and Leah found no other wounds.

It seemed that thinking of the solid muscles just revealed by Locke, Leah was even more confused, and she could only scrub her clothes hard.

Tia has fallen asleep, and old Locke has not yet slept.

He always felt that he should feed something to this warhorse, otherwise what to do if he was hungry, if he died of starvation, he might have to lose much money.

Old Locke thought more and more reasonable. He got up in the middle of the night and went to the fire room. The horse was placed here by Locke.

In the fire room, the horse stared spiritually at the intruding old Locke. It still remembered the horror shadow left by his master, and he dared not make inferiors to this old man.

Impatiently snorting, he thought that old Locke was here to play with its fur, and consciously put his neck over, trying to get things done quickly.

Several pieces of potato pieces and rice potato dregs appeared in the hands of Lao Luo, and the horse looked down at his eyes, staring at something that had never been touched.

Mabi sniffed in the past, can you eat?

Answering it was old Locke's smirking eyes.

The next day, until ten o'clock, Locke woke up, stretched his waist, and hit the routine boxing technique. Although no one taught it, Locke found it useful.

It was originally planned to go to town to see Hans and they didn't come back, but the plan was put on hold.

Because his warhorse seems to be eating bad stomach-

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