Chapter 1092 - 308: Aftermath of Survival (10,000 Words)_3
Chapter 1092: Chapter 308: Aftermath of Survival (10,000 Words)_3
Callum pondered without uttering a word.
He gripped the reins tightly, squeezed the horse’s belly with his legs, and urged the horse into the darkness ahead.
Pierre and the guards also drove their horses, following along.
Only Eck’s face was full of hesitation.
The sight of that armored cavalry was still vivid in his mind.
It filled him with fear and trepidation.
Finally, Eck sighed.
He still urged the horse under him, following Callum.
A dozen or so minutes later.
Callum pulled the reins again, slowing the gallop of the horse beneath him.
Callum, with his keen sense of smell, clearly detected the strong scent of blood in the air.
He waited for the guards holding torches to come by his side.
Borrowing the light from the torches, Callum swiftly scanned his surroundings...
The next second.
Callum’s gaze froze, stopping at the edge of the torchlight.
In the field, there was a distinct humanoid shadow lying prone!
Callum moved, dismounted, and walked towards the shadow under the puzzled eyes of the guards.
The guards, seeing this, quickly raised their torches again.
To illuminate the darkness ahead for Callum.
As he got closer, Callum could see more clearly that the humanoid shadow was a corpse!
Callum glanced up and down.
On the corpse’s back was a distinct wound, with blood flowing continuously.
It soaked and dyed the somewhat dry soil in the field.
The metallic bloody scent he had smelled earlier was emitting from here.
Callum’s gaze swept around the corpse.
As expected.
There were dense hoofmarks from horses trampling!
Such dense hoofmarks suggested the number of cavalry in that armored team was certainly not small!
In the rear, Eck, on horseback, seemed to have realized something.
He hurriedly dismounted and walked towards the shadow.
Eck circled around the shadow, coming to its front.
Upon seeing the face of the corpse, Eck’s expression changed, and he quickly spoke to Callum.
"Guard Captain, it’s Patterson! He was one of the patrol guards I led!"
Callum’s mouth opened slightly, just about to speak.
Boom~ Boom~ Boom~
A sound like rolling thunder suddenly echoed from afar.
Callum immediately furrowed his brows, looking towards the source of the sound.
Not just Callum.
Pierre and the guards on horseback, and Eck standing before the corpse also heard the sound.
They all looked towards the distance in alarm.
Eck quickly came to his senses and loudly warned Callum.
"Guard Captain, it’s the armored cavalry! They... they’re back!"
Pierre, filled with tension, also reminded Callum.
"It must be the burning torchlight that has attracted them."
"Guard Captain, we must immediately form a defense line to resist the armored cavalry’s charge!"
The guards, initially startled by the booming hoofbeats.
Upon hearing Pierre’s words, instinctively drew their scimitars and longswords from their waists.
A series of metallic scraping sounds echoed among the guards.
Seeing this, Callum shouted, "Who told you to draw swords and knives? Immediately sheathe them!"
"Without my command, no one is to unsheathe their weapons!"
Pierre, Eck, and the guards exchanged bewildered glances.
Callum spoke again with a stern voice, "What? Are you defying my orders?"
Sensing the threat in Callum’s words, the guards, despite their confusion, began to sheath the drawn blades.
Seeing the order take effect, Callum turned his gaze, glaring at Pierre fiercely.
If Eck and Pierre were indeed correct.
It was a force of over a hundred and fifty armored cavalry.
How could they resist with their dozen or so guards?
A single charge from the armored cavalry.
The handful of guards would be instantly torn apart, cut down under the horses!
Callum stepped forward, nearing the guards, keeping his gaze on the distant darkness.
Boom~ Boom~ Boom~
The sound of galloping horses grew louder and closer.
The next second.
A figure, clad in black-gray armor, wearing a full iron helmet, and wielding a long spear.
Came into Callum’s view, and into the sight of Pierre, Eck, and the guards alike.
Just as Pierre and Eck said.
This armored cavalry, like knights from the abyss...
Brought an intense visual impact, causing them to almost involuntarily hold their breath.
With only one weapon each, how could they fight against such armored cavalry?
Abruptly returning to his senses, Callum waved his arms frantically, shouting loudly.
"Stop, stop!"
Callum nearly exhausted his strength to shout.
Veins and airways bulged on his neck, even his face turned flushed with effort.
Despite Callum’s full effort.
It was drowned out by the full-speed charge of two hundred cavalry, the pounding of galloping hooves.
The armored cavalry showed no sign of stopping.
More like a steel blade, charging towards him and the guards.
Callum’s pupils contracted, startled, he quickly rolled aside, avoiding the blade of a long spear, crouching in the field.