Chapter Nineteen: The Fang in the Middle

  Everything was so unexpected, even Pots, the real knight, was caught off guard and could only watch as Riddell was kidnapped by that insignificant young nobleman he had underestimated, and two of his subordinates were killed.

  "How did he get a crossbow?!"

  Boats roared with a loud voice, but none of the knights around him could answer such a question. They were all staring at their fallen comrades in the blood pool, and then waiting for their captain to make the final decision - the sudden change had already made them lose their minds.

  "Get around him, be careful!"

  With a wave of his hand, he said so.

  In fact, without Bo's reminder, the remaining nine knights all became cautious - looking at the corpses in the snowy field, the bright red stained the white snow, extremely eye-catching; if they didn't know to be careful in such a situation, they would probably be just like idiots.

  Nine knights approached the wooden hut in a circular motion - as an outpost, good visibility was essential, so this wooden hut outpost was built on a hillside, at the highest point, allowing those inside to see everything far away.

  While there are advantages, there must be disadvantages!

  While gaining a high vantage point, the outpost becomes an isolated 'island' once it is approached to a certain degree and can be easily surrounded.

  It's just like this moment!

  Looking at Dean, who didn't charge out before forming a siege, Pots, the captain of the Ficharen Knights, couldn't help but sneer: "Do you think you can hold this place with just two crossbows? Or do you think you can threaten me with Ryder?"

  It is clear that for his own future, Pots does not really care about whether his nephew lives or dies.

  And afterwards Potsdam's orders proved his determination even more —

  Four torches wrapped in thick oil were ignited and thrown at the wooden house without hesitation. The thick oil splashed heavily onto the house under the force, and sparks flew everywhere with a loud "bang". The flames also spread to the outer wall of the house, especially where the knights' attendants had deliberately chosen dry spots without snow. In just an instant, the house was completely engulfed in flames.

  The members of the Knights Templar, including Commander Potts, looked at the burning wooden house in front of them with cold faces.

  They were waiting for Dean who was driven out by thick smoke and fierce flames.

  What about Ryder?

  It can only be said that they were unlucky, and there was nothing they could do. Moreover, it was the order of their squad leader, who was also the uncle of the other party, so what could they do?

  The remaining nine knights-in-training stared intently at the blazing wooden house, but not until it was about to burn down did they wait for Dean to rush out, nor was there even a scream from inside; from start to finish, it was just the crackling sound of the flames burning the wooden house.

  The flames were finally extinguished, and from outside, everything inside the charred remains of the wooden house could be seen clearly.

  There wasn't anything remotely human-like, or more accurately, a corpse.

  Search!

  Boats looked around and shouted loudly.

  "Yes, Captain!"

  Nine knights immediately rushed towards the wooden hut, searching for possible clues; and almost without any effort, in less than half a minute, they found an entrance; and the appearance of this entrance made the knights who had encountered an accident before express their astonishment.

  "Hmph!"

  Boats looked at the entrance of the cave, glanced at his subordinates, and couldn't help but let out a cold hum - apparently, even if it was the most idiotic person who saw this entrance, they would understand that Dean had been prepared long ago.

  But this was not Potts' main concern; he was more worried about his subordinates being shaken by the successive unexpected events.

  As a being with true knightly power, Pots may not be considered a knight, but this does not mean he doesn't know how to lead his subordinates in battle; on the contrary, due to 'long experience', Pots is very clear about how to lead his subordinates in battle and always pays attention to their morale.

  The combination of rhetoric and Kimpton is the ultimate way to boost morale

  So, standing at the entrance of the cave, Pots said coldly:

  "Since you guessed that the lord is going to deal with you, but do you really think a small apprentice knight like you can handle us ten people, one of whom is a real knight like me? Or don't you know, your head is an important bargaining chip for us to get rewards that we wouldn't even dare to think about in normal times!"

  Undoubtedly, Pots had guessed everything in front of him as a feud between Dean and the deputy commander of the Central Knights Regiment; although such a guess was somewhat far from the actual result, but the surrounding knight attendants came back to their senses from astonishment.

  "It's just a blind cat running into a dead mouse of a noble!"

  "What great luck! But how long can such good fortune last?"

  "Squad leader, let me go down and take him out!"

  ……

  The knights' attendants swept away their previous low morale, speaking loudly, and several of them were eager to try.

  Looking at his subordinates who had recovered from the unexpected blow, Boz, the commander of the Feichalun Knights, waved his hand calmly once again. Immediately, two knight attendants jumped into the pit, one after another.

  And then, in less than a dozen seconds, the miserable cries of these two knight attendants were heard.

  "Snake! There's a snake!"

  Snakes that wake up from hibernation are quite ferocious, especially some snakes, which will even attack those they normally don't want to provoke; for example, mountain cats, yellow mongooses and other felines with a certain body size and sharp teeth and claws, of course, including humans.

  And the several snakes Dean had chosen were even more so, after all, these were some poisonous snakes with deadly venom - for this, Dean was once again grateful for the cold weather of Tielu, otherwise, facing those vigorous and ferocious poisonous snakes, he would not dare to provoke them with his current strength.

  The low temperature put the venomous snakes into a state of dormancy, but in the warm environment of the tunnel dug by Dean, they woke up. After Dean passed through the tunnel and cut off the rope binding the sack, more than five venomous snakes began to roam in the tunnel; simply put, this was a deadly trap that Dean had prepared for the members of the Fichalun Knights.

  The only thing that left Dean dissatisfied was that the other side had lost only two people in this trap, which was half less than he had expected.

  "Was it because of the previous crossbow that you were on guard?"

  Faced with an unsatisfactory result, Dean, hidden forty yards outside the sentry box under a snowbank, quickly found the problem and the solution.

  Dean slowly got up, not completely standing up, but in a half-crouching position, took down the crossbow on his back and placed it aside. The other crossbow in his hand had been ready to fire and was now steadily held up by Dean.

  Feeling the snowflakes blown by the wind around him, looking at the Ficharen Knights holding torches in the distance, Dean, with a posture that could compare to any old hunter, searched for his prey, and then slowly pulled the trigger of his crossbow.

  Whoosh!

  The arrow that blended into the wind sound directly hit the target, and the arrow that pierced through the chest took away another life of a knight team member.

  Looking at another attendant fallen in a pool of blood, Pots, who had just drawn his sword and killed several poisonous snakes, shouted loudly: "Extinguish the torches! Quick, extinguish the torches!"

  But such shouting was apparently a bit late.

  Dean, who had long been prepared, almost at the same time as the first arrow was shot, picked up another crossbow placed beside him and shot another arrow.

  Hmph!

  The arrow pierced through armor and flesh with a clear sound on this night.

  "Ding!"

  Boots, with the strength of a knight, identified the angle of the shot based on the trajectory of the arrow. When he saw Dean getting up from the snowy ground, he couldn't help but shout loudly - even if wrapped in white fur and hidden by the night, once moving, it's not hard to detect for a knight-level existence.

  Dean responded with silence, ignoring the other's shouting, and turned around to sprint away in a predetermined route.

  "Chase!"

  Boats loudly shouted, and he himself led the charge - obviously, facing a series of mistakes from a small nobleman made this commander of the Fecharlen Knights feel greatly humiliated, his anger was already uncontrollably impacting his rational brain.

  And seeing Pots catch up, the remaining five Knights' members didn't dare slack off and immediately followed - if they didn't want to be held accountable afterwards, there was no choice.

  What's more, their captain is a real knight. Didn't you see that little noble who only knew how to play tricks and schemes turn around and run away as soon as he saw their captain?

  Following their team leader, there's definitely no problem!

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