Mage Veigar

Chapter 4: Alarming the Snake
The enemy is approaching.

It all happened too suddenly.

Neither Vega nor Bakken had expected that a wild boar would come out of the woods, and as luck would have it, this wild boar happened to be heading in their direction.

The whereabouts have been exposed.

Vega forced himself to stay calm. He began to analyze the current situation. First of all, escape was impossible. The two sides were less than 200 meters apart. If he tried to escape, he would be shot into a hedgehog by the crossbow.

Is there any other solution besides running away?
The outcome of fighting two against ten is certain death. Although the United Kingdom's army is more than 10% weaker than the Empire, the United Kingdom's most powerful force is their special reconnaissance force, and their intelligence network is unmatched in the Galan Continent.

In other words, the reconnaissance force is the United Kingdom's trump card.

This small team of ten people, armed with crossbows and short swords, slowly approached in an impeccable formation, making hand gestures that Vega couldn't understand as secret signals, demonstrating extremely excellent special operations capabilities.

Can't find any flaws at all.

In this situation, Vega can only pin his hopes on Captain Bakken: "Captain, what should we do now?"

"Private Veigar, the glory of the empire is with you!"

Bakken saluted Veigar, his eyes full of sorrow and bloodlust, the look that only a hungry wolf with no road left would show when ready to fight to the death. Veigar was very familiar with this look, as he had shown the same look to a stray dog ​​for a trash can last winter.

It's either victory or death.

Vega understood Bakken's order. Surrounded by enemies, with no reinforcements and his retreat blocked, he had no other options except to kill one man for a safe profit and to kill two for a guaranteed gain.

"For the glory of the empire."

A tear fell from the corner of Vega's eye, a tear that flowed out of strong unwillingness.

He overcame the fear of time travel, endured the cold and hungry winter, completed the recruit training with the determination to die, and was about to have a smooth life, but he didn't expect to die here in the end.

Why is that?
Rage made Vega forget the fear of death. The killing skills he learned in recruit training emerged clearly before his eyes. There was only one word left in his mind - kill.

It's either victory or death.

He... doesn't want to die yet.

Bakken moved, and Vega moved too.

Instead of retreating, Bakken advanced like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushing towards the team of ten people with a short blade in hand.

shhhhh--

The special operations formation of the United Kingdom was that the short-sword soldiers charged in the front and the crossbowmen covered in the back. The arrows were shot one after another and arrived first, instantly turning Buchan into a hedgehog, while the five short-sword soldiers who arrived first and later stabbed him in the heart.

Bakken couldn't even replace one man before he fell.

Now it seems that the huge gap in numbers and special operations techniques makes it a joke to try to fight ten with two.

However, Bakken's sacrifice was not in vain. The crossbow was troublesome to load, and it was impossible to launch a second round of volleys in a short period of time. The five short-sword soldiers who were charging had not yet noticed Vega who was hidden by the thatch.

For the first time, Vega was sincerely grateful for his height.

The target has entered attack range.

Without the threat of the crossbowman, Vega suddenly jumped out from the thatch like a nimble venomous snake. The short blade in his hand had already cut the carotid artery of the first short-sword soldier, and the blood sprayed onto his face along the blood groove of the blade.

Although it was his first time killing someone, Vega didn't have time to feel scared.

After killing one person, he dived back into the thatch like a nimble monkey, continuing to hide his body and preparing to attack the second prey. This flexible killing method was his winning magic weapon that enabled him to defeat adults in the boot camp.

Puff, puff, puff. He attacked continuously, killing one enemy and injuring another. The whole process took less than 2 minutes.

With each death of a United Kingdom soldier, Vega felt a warm current gathering in his heart. This warm current not only relieved his fatigue from the high-intensity confrontation but also made him calmer and more alert.

This is completely different from training.

During the recruit training, short-term high-intensity confrontations would quickly consume his physical strength and energy. Due to the limitations of a child's body, he would usually completely lose his combat effectiveness after defeating one or two opponents, but this did not happen now.

Is he a born killer?

Before he could laugh at himself, Vega had already seen the crossbowmen in the back row reload their arrows.

He knew that it was impossible to use the same trick to kill people now. The short sword soldiers with crossbow cover and the short sword soldiers without crossbow cover were completely two different types of combat power.

Having a strong screen means they don't need to worry about defense and can just focus on offense.

With such a single-minded attack, it was impossible for Vega to kill anyone in the front row by sneak attack. The best case scenario was that he would kill one person and then be shot into a hedgehog.

Keep lurking and looking for opportunities.

Vega calmly lurked in the lush thatch, with one eye exposed, observing the other party's every move.

You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder.

Veigar's calculations were very clever, but the enemy was clearly not stupid either.

The dagger soldier in the lead made a gesture that Vega couldn't understand. The dagger soldier whose left hand was injured by Vega took out a metal lighter, as if he was ready to set fire to the mountain.

"not good."

Vega was shocked. It was late autumn now, the thatch was dry and the land was dry. If this lighter ignited the thatch, he would be engulfed by the fire in less than ten minutes, and nothing would be left.

Vega moved.

He didn't bother to continue hiding, and directly exposed his body and rushed in front of the soldier holding the igniter.

The United Kingdom soldier smiled grimly.

He put away the lighter as if he had anticipated this and drew out the dagger with his right hand.

Vega rushed to the soldier and saw this hideous and bloodthirsty smile.

"be cheated."

Vega's heart skipped a beat and his face turned pale.

He actually didn't realize that this was 4000 meters within the imperial border. The people of the United Kingdom didn't dare to set fire. Once the fire was set, the smoke would inevitably attract nearby imperial soldiers, and they would have no chance of returning to the United Kingdom safely.

This move was completely a strategy to alert the enemy.

Vega finally realized the gap between himself and the real elite troops. A real elite soldier must not only have strong combat capabilities and killer skills, but also have extraordinary IQ. The opponent obviously took advantage of his desperate mentality.

Looks like that's the end of it.

When Vega realized that he had no chance of survival after being exposed, he kept fighting with the idea of ​​exchanging his life for another. He dodged the dagger attack from the soldier with an injured left hand and stabbed the blade in his hand into the opponent's heart.

shhhhh--

Although he succeeded in killing one person, five arrows were already whistling towards him, and it was a dead end.

(End of this chapter)