Chapter 554 What Is Betrayal?

"Help me, Esun."

"We have dedicated our lives to our motherland, why is this the result..."

"No hope, no future, no everything..."

Countless voices were reflected in Mazov's mind, and he heard the heart-wrenching cries of people burned by the flames.

They want to declare their helplessness to the world and pray for some insignificant help for their suffering lives.

But what he got in the end was just endless flames.

When Mazov was stunned, Hilbert kicked him aside and roared loudly,

"What the hell are you doing? If you are afraid of death, go to a safe place and do logistics. Don't interfere with the firepower advancement here!"

This angry kick made Mazov's waist and abdomen feel a little sore, and the surrounding wailing that entered his mind turned into the familiar sound of gunpowder gunfire, and the compatriots pouring out of the Burning Man were replaced by the fighting undead.

"Damn..." A tear fell from his eyes, and his absolute faith supported him in rejecting the gift of the gods.

He doesn't believe in any magical things, only trusting things that can be seen and touched, such as brothers and muskets.

But it was obvious that Ersun had no intention of letting him go. This resonant wailing deep into his bones was so painful.

Mazov pulled out his sword and stabbed the abdomen under Hilbot's surprised gaze.

The sword cut open the chain mail on the abdomen and half of it was immersed in the abdomen. The blood seeped into the linen clothes and turned into a dark red color.

"You are really crazy. After this battle is over, you must not enter the battlefield again." Hilbert scolded Mazov angrily, dragged him to the bunker, and pulled out the bloody sword for him.

He noticed that there was a big problem with his old friend's mental state. Especially in recent times, he would appear dazed from time to time. Even if it was very short-lived, it was already extremely fatal for a soldier.

The usual involuntary twitching all over his body made people wonder what was wrong with him and whether he could persist until the day of victory.

Mazov took a few deep breaths, and the pain suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind. Originally, he could rely on the sound of artillery fire to divert his attention, but as the casualties gradually increased, the situation became more and more serious.

He understood the thoughts of the gods very well. He replaced Raskol's position and cooperated with some miracles symbolizing orthodoxy to turn the Patriot Army into fanatical believers. He used jihad to save Kislev and make it an absolutely "pure" country. ” country.

But everything in the past told him that if he continued to follow this rule of mutual confrontation between the Tsar and the Church, the Great Holy War and the Bloody Tsarina would be nothing more than reincarnation.

He has already thought clearly about his future fate, and he must not let the blood of so many brothers be shed in vain.

"I'm fine, keep fighting." Mazov took out the medical bag he carried with him, randomly took out some hemostatic medicine and applied it to the wound, wrapping it around with a bandage.

He made a smile to Hillbot. As long as he didn't want to die, this kind of injury would never be life-threatening.

Hilbert crouched down behind the boulder, his eyes filled with coldness.

"You'd better give me an explanation later. Too many things happen that seem weird and seem to be all your fault, especially the betrayal of Plokin. Dettlaff's intelligence shows that he has always been protecting civilians. This is completely It doesn’t match our previous speculation!”

Mazov stood up, raised his musket and pointed it at the skeleton warrior in front, speaking with an inexplicable sadness.

"You will understand soon, but I hope you never understand this..."

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In the center of the battle on Street No. 4, the general and the vampire knight started a duel. The mounts of both sides were beaten to pieces by muskets and magic due to lack of protection.

The body of Prokin, who became a vampire, was far better than that of ordinary people. When the long sword was swung out, it formed a black shadow, and the power it carried was also extremely amazing. Every time Raskol confronted him, he could only choose to release the force. resistance.

The vampire knight caught the general's fierce attack with one hand, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face, seeming to mock the futility of his efforts.

"Give up, Rascal, you know very well the physical differences between mortals and vampires. Maybe your martial arts has been greatly improved, but it is not enough to make up for the gap between you and me."

"Haha, Katrin must have taken a fancy to your mouth. I think both of you can enjoy it, just like two wild dogs having sex."

Contrary to the general's expectations, the vampire knight did not show any anger and always maintained a contemptuous smile.

He kicked away the general who was still wrestling, "You really disappoint me."

Rascal, who was hugged by the general's guards, touched the blood at the corner of his mouth and waved his hand to stop the soldiers who were approaching the vampire knight from retreating. The regiment had successfully eliminated the resisting mortal legion, and the traitorous vampire soldiers were also slaughtered. .

Now only Prokin is left in the encirclement. As long as the general gives an order, hundreds of muskets will release their ammunition at the same time.

"Continue to advance and stop five hundred meters ahead." Rascal gave the order and handed over the command to the adjutant. He stared at the vampire knight who was still maintaining his normal state despite being surrounded. "Let's put an end to this. This battle continues." It’s been too long.”

Prokin shrugged in agreement and raised his free left hand. After a red light appeared in his palm, the wounds on his body caused by swords and bullets healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rascal also activated the magic props Judith gave him before leaving, a life magic pendant for emergency use, and his tired body quickly regained its energy.

The general ran first, holding the sword in both hands on his abdomen, aiming directly at the vampire's head.

He did not think that this attack could successfully take Plokin's life, but a soldier's life would bloom the most beautifully only when he tried his best. If he did not have the courage to be killed, he would be just a mediocre person.

What's more, the general hates this traitor so much that only if he dies, the efforts of those brothers who died in the new world will not be in vain.

Plokin smiled at Rascal who was shouting at the top of his lungs. Everyone thought that he was greedy for power and chose to leave his brother behind and embrace the kiss of blood. Even he believed so firmly that otherwise how could he hide it from Laimi who was good at penetrating people's hearts? Asian blood.

But if there is no one to serve as a buffer, and the tsarina thinks that the mercenaries are indeed capable but have no backbone, as long as they keep applying pressure and release their false goodwill at the right time, they will naturally get 3,000 warriors who are good at fighting.

And those oppressed compatriots also need a protector to leave some continuing strength for the motherland.

Dying as an ununderstood martyr may be one of the few contributions in life.

The plan was successful, but the only variable was the Blood Serpent Brotherhood.

"Mazov will take care of it all..."

He raised his sword upright and started sprinting with the general. His body suddenly sprayed out a large cloud of black mist, covering an area with a radius of thirty meters.

This move made everyone nervous. The action that originally followed the order and chose to continue was stopped because the general was covered by black fog and it was difficult to see clearly.

Several people pulled the trigger, but were quickly stopped. Vampires can withstand bullet attacks, but humans cannot. A team of elite soldiers was sent into the black fog, trying to find the general in a place where they could not see clearly and there was no sound. trace.

As for Rascal, who was sprinting, he could only see the traitor in front of him. He kicked off the ground with both feet, concentrated his body strength on the sword in his hand, and shot out a slash like light cutting through the darkness. (End of chapter)