Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 32 Coming to Help
"Kill them all! Seize the goods!"

The bandit leader brandished his long knife and roared, and his bandits all burst forth with fighting spirit, charging forward with high morale!

The slaves and serfs screamed in terror and scattered in all directions, dropping their provisions and tools.

The soldiers frantically drew their weapons, trying to organize a defense, but the rain of arrows continued. Some were pierced through the shoulder before they could even raise their shields, and fell down screaming in agony.

Jon woke up with a start, the bowl fell to the ground and shattered. He looked around at the chaos with a look of horror, at a loss for what to do.

They were bragging and drinking porridge when suddenly they were robbed by bandits!

The knights quickly protected Yorn, drawing their swords to meet the enemy. Silvery-white battle aura shimmered on the blades, and their warhorses reared up, charging fiercely towards the enemy.

"Ready for battle!!"

Two knights took the lead, their fighting spirit bursting forth, their swords gleaming, as they swung their swords at the charging bandits.

The sharp sword energy directly cleaved the two men who were rushing towards them, sending them flying and spraying blood onto the muddy mountain path.

However, these bandits were no ordinary people; most of them were berserkers who cultivated battle qi!

A burly bandit leader brandished a giant axe, his body shrouded in dark blue battle aura, and suddenly swept out.

He actually cleaved a knight and his horse to the ground.

The warhorse neighed in agony, cracks appeared in the knight's armor, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

And so the two sides clashed fiercely, their fighting spirits flashing in the night, illuminating their bloodshot faces.

Jon tried to calm down and take command, but the situation was already out of control.

Although the knights were brave and well-coordinated, they were outnumbered and the bandits quickly tore through their lines.

"damn it!"

Jon watched helplessly as his knight was cleaved in two by the bandit leader's axe and then charged toward him, his heart pounding.

What's going on?! How are these bandits so strong?!

Their attacks were swift, well-coordinated, and their targets were extremely clear.

"Boss, this kid seems to be worth a lot of money!" one of the bandits shouted. "Should we keep him to exchange for the ransom?"

"Save him my ass!" the bandit leader sneered. "The orders from above are to take him back and slaughter him as a sacrifice!"

Upon hearing this, Yorn panicked completely.

Is his glorious journey, which has just begun, about to end here?
boom!
A loud bang suddenly came from the mountain road in the distance!
Immediately afterwards, the heavy sound of iron hooves, accompanied by a deafening roar, suddenly drew closer.

"charge!!"

Jon looked up abruptly and saw a group of fully armed knights charging toward the battlefield on the mountain path not far away.

Like a thunderous spear, it pierced fiercely into the battlefield!

Jon immediately spotted Louis, who was directing from the rear, his black hair flying in the wind.

Louis appeared like a peerless hero, riding on a seven-colored cloud, which moved Jon to tears!

"Boss! You're here?!" Jon shouted at Louis with all his might.

Louis ignored him, his gaze fixed on the enemy troops, and gave the order: "Attack!"

The Cavaliers team led by Louis was completely different from Jon's team.

They have worked together for a long time and now cooperate seamlessly. They have also made preparations for an ambush and are not in a hurry to rescue. They will only strike when the enemy is off guard and their side is in the most danger.

This dealt the bandits a fatal blow!
"kill!"

The knights unleashed their full fighting spirit, charging into the battlefield like thunder. Dozens of warhorses swept across the battlefield, and amidst the clash of swords and the spray of blood!

"Stop them!" Just as a bandit raised his weapon, a spear burning with fighting spirit came hurtling from afar, piercing his chest and pinning him to the ground!

Then Lambert unleashed a sword strike, instantly knocking down three or four bandits.

Their bodies tumbled in mid-air and crashed to the ground, mangled and bloody.

The bandits were caught off guard and some were cut down one after another before they could even gather their fighting spirit.

The remaining bandits panicked completely and tried to escape, only to find that they were already surrounded by cavalry.

Some bandits managed to escape, but the warhorses were far faster than them. They had only run a few steps when they were pierced through the back by spears and fell to the ground.

The knights did not engage the bandits at all; their warhorses charged forward with undiminished momentum, and with every sword and spear thrust, a bandit fell!

They're not fighting, they're reaping!
Harvesting like the Grim Reaper!

"damn it!"

The only bandit leader with any real strength roared, unleashing a surge of dark blue battle aura as he swung his giant axe in a fierce sweep!
However, several knights quickly stepped forward, their longswords clashing to block his movements, and their shields slamming into him, forcing him back half a step.

The next instant, a cold light flashed, and the sharp blade pierced through his battle aura defense, spraying blood.

The bandit leader stared wide-eyed, unable to believe his fate, and finally collapsed helplessly.

After the bandit leader died, the bandits had no power to resist anymore.

The battle ended incredibly quickly; Yorn even felt that the nightmare he had just experienced was just an illusion.

Louis sat on his horse, his gaze sweeping coldly over his surroundings.

The scattered fugitives have been wiped out.

Only about twenty prisoners remained, bound hand and foot to the ground, their bodies bearing wounds of varying degrees, yet their expressions were still filled with hatred.

Lambert stepped forward and whispered, "It's been confirmed that they are all members of the 'Snow Oath'."

Louis had heard of the Snowsworn.

A rebellious organization originating from the snowy northern lands.

Their ancestors were warriors of the Snow Country until the imperial army conquered the North, destroyed their royal court, and killed their royal family.

The surviving descendants hid in the wilderness, gathering strength, vowing to one day pay for their blood debts.

“So it was them.” Louis nodded thoughtfully, then slowly walked towards the prisoners.

As he approached, the group's eyes blazed with fury: "You dogs of the Empire... one day, you will all pay for your crimes in blood!"

"Kill us. One day, you will be buried in this land..."

"You invaders, you will die a horrible death..."

One of the prisoners looked fierce, uttered curses full of hatred, and then spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm at Louis.

The knight beside him flew into a rage, kicked him to the ground, held his sword to his neck, and shouted, "Insolence!"

Even so, the prisoners still stared at them intently, their eyes filled with deep-seated hatred, showing no sign of yielding.

Louis watched this scene in silence.

These people have been bandits for too long and are deeply mired in hatred, making them impossible to tame or reform easily.

Leaving them behind will only make them a source of unpredictable trouble.

Without further hesitation, he calmly waved his hand and said indifferently, "Execute them all."

The soldiers obeyed the order and dragged the prisoners aside one by one. A flash of swords and blood splattered on the ground.

(End of this chapter)