No One Is Getting Away

The first mate had some integrity. Amidst the infantry and cavalry merging, arrows and javelins flying, he raised his German shield, gripped his German sword, and charged towards Ergons Tevalin.

He didn't want Ergons to settle into a good offensive rhythm, sitting on his warhorse and leisurely piercing his body with a long spear.

Even if he was going to die, he wanted to die charging forward.

However, Ergons, facing the charging man, gave a very spiritual flick of the reins. His warhorse, a gift from his father, moved forward with perfect understanding, taking a small hop.

The first mate clearly charged into empty air.

He stumbled, nearly cracking his head open on the ground.

"I see you two really do have some camaraderie. I'll call you men! Stop fighting!"

The first part was directed at them, the latter part was a loud shout, ordering his subordinates, who were still closing in, to halt.

"You guys can keep running, I keep my word!"

What he actually wanted was that these few lives weren't worth the trouble. His earlier thought of killing them all was clearly a miscalculation. If all the pirates died, who would be responsible for Igli Tal's death?

Letting these two go was the only way to stir up more trouble.

Just then, Old Adam ran up from behind the infantry and pointed at the man confronting William Adena to Ergons.

"Igli Tal, the murderer of my lord!"

Ergons didn't feel anything for this murderer of his father, but to put his own mind at ease and resolve this so-called hidden danger, he had to act.

William Adena was having a great time.

For their group of knights, chasing down those infantrymen on horseback was incredibly easy.

A warhorse, originally weighing several hundred pounds, clad in over a hundred pounds of chainmail, could knock down any adult with its charge even at a slow trot.

These peasants, who had just put down their hoes and picked up pitchforks to pretend to be patrols, never imagined they would end up in such a predicament.

If they ran, they couldn't outrun the cavalry, but if they didn't run, they would just be toyed with.

Igli Tal, though not exactly a success, had stumbled into good fortune. Cornered and enraged, he hurled the pitchfork in his hand!

William Adena easily dodged it, turned his horse, and with his armor-clad rear, rammed into Igli Tal's face, sending him flying.

"Good!"

The nine heavy cavalrymen cheered. Ergons also spurred his horse forward, stopping not an inch before the mud-covered clown.

He let the front hooves of his warhorse step on him.

"Someone like you actually gets a chance to shine? Or do you think leading these few scoundrels in a loop of five against six means you've made something of yourself?"

He casually flicked his wrist.

William Adena, though unaware of what had happened, still ordered Adamson and the others to restrain the militia, who were not wearing any armor.

Ergons Tevalin, seated high on his horse, leaned forward slightly and pointed to the insignia on his chest.

It was a symmetrical red cross, surrounded by a ribbon of black, white, and red squares as decoration.

He was all too familiar with this insignia, for it was with a sharp spear that he had pierced the right side of this insignia and gained everything he now possessed.

"Listen to me, he fell on my..."

"Shut up!"

With a thrust that shattered his teeth, Ergons Tevalin raised his lance and shouted to everyone present, "It was him, the one who treacherously assassinated my father! Now I will avenge my father, kill this despicable assassin, and cleanse my family's shame."

"Kill him."

Adamson was the first to raise his arms in support.

Then came the other villagers. They had all benefited from the old lord's kindness, and in this situation, they naturally felt united against a common enemy.

As the cheers, which had been chaotic, unified and grew louder, Ergons Tevalin reversed his lance and thrust it towards Igli Tal, who was pinned down and still struggling.

Pfft...

With a muffled thud, like a broken lightbulb, the not-so-sharp tip of the light lance pierced his skull, a fatal blow.

Using the weight of the warhorse pinning his body, he forcefully clamped the lance and twisted, tearing off the killer's head.

"Kill!"

Ergons Tevalin wouldn't care if these peasants had families; their only fate was death.

The coordination between the heavy cavalry and light infantry against these mere farmer-turned-patrol officers was a pure, one-sided slaughter.

Once they were all killed.

They didn't even think about searching for loot. What valuable items could these people possibly have? The answer was certainly none.

Horus, standing nearby, was stunned, but Ergons smiled openly. "I won't kill you just because you witnessed this. My previous words still stand. You can tell anyone what you saw and heard today. If anyone is willing to believe it."

After saying this, he actually watched them leave.

However, these two pirates didn't dare to turn around, perhaps fearing a sudden arrow from behind.

Nodding and bowing, they retreated a considerable distance before suddenly turning around and running for their lives, as if their lives depended on it.

"Run!"

"Haha, run faster!"

They were supposed to maintain a solemn farewell procession, but suddenly, peals of laughter erupted. Watching these two absurd figures made everyone's mood lift.

It wasn't just the string of victories that had built their confidence; it was also because they had truly avenged their old master.

Ergons Tevalin also felt an inexplicable lightness in his body.

Although he didn't entirely believe in the concept of "one body, two souls," at least there were no hidden dangers now.

Furthermore, after that one-sided slaughter ended, even though he hadn't leveled up, three of his light infantry units could.

"More expenses. Fortunately, we recovered the provisions, along with the equipment from these pirates."

He mused that these soldiers were initially good at haggling and carrying things, weren't they?

He ordered everyone to clean up the battlefield and dispatched Old Adam to Tevalinburg to report everything that had happened to the Public Office.

Throughout the entire Duchy, similar Public Offices existed everywhere. While a city had the influence of the Holy See and its noble lords, the ultimate decision-making power didn't lie with the noble's chancellor but with the Public Office.

"These scattered bandits, whose origins are unknown, are not to be underestimated. They first attacked the supply lines within Tevalinburg.

Then, despite our best efforts to pursue them, they lost over half their numbers. However, the remaining fugitives actually repelled the allied forces who came to assist in the pursuit and then brutally massacred them."

This was what he had Old Adam say, along with the corpses of the pirates.

"William, have someone chop down a large tree stump. Strip off a piece of bark. Whether you carve it with a knife or paint it with blood, write down clearly what happened here. Consider it a report to that Viscount."