Chapter 13 Chapter Four

A war horse stumbled and fell to the ground. A knight flew off the horse's head, rolled around on the ground, and quickly stood up.Kassad followed, and on the way, he realized that the guard and the young man hadn't followed, and that was all right, the adrenaline rush and bloodthirsty urge pulled him on. This guy was wearing heavy armor weighing more than sixty pounds, and he had just been thrown from a fast-running horse. It stands to reason that he should be an easy prey.But he is not.The Frenchman glanced back and saw Kassad charging at him at full speed, hammer in hand, determination in his eyes.So he immediately accelerated and ran into the woods, about fifteen meters faster than the hunter.

When Kassad stopped to catch his breath, he was deep in the woods.Holding the sledgehammer, he thought about his current situation.On the battlefield far behind, the sounds of hammering, shouting and impacting were already inaudible due to the long distance and the cover of the bushes.On the bare branches, there are water droplets left by the torrential rain the night before; the ground is covered with a thick layer of old leaves, and there are scattered dead branches and fruits and tangled bushes and thorns everywhere.For the first 20 meters or so after entering the woods, Kassad could still judge his whereabouts from the footprints left by the guy and the broken dead branches. Lost on purpose.

He walked slowly into the depths of the woods, trying to perceive other sounds besides his heavy breathing and beating heartbeat.From a tactical point of view, Kassad feels that he has made an unwise decision.The Frenchman, all wrapped in armor, was hiding in the bushes with a long sword in his hand.At any moment he could shake off his current panic, regret the temporary humiliation, and recall all those years of combat training.Kassad had been trained, of course, and he looked down at his jacket and leather vest, the hammer in his hand and the dagger strapped to his waist.He was trained to use high-energy weapons (those that have a deadly range: anywhere from a few meters to a few kilometers).And it got high scores on plasma bombs, hell whips, shotguns, sonic weapons, recoilless zero-gravity weapons, death sticks, wave guns, laser guns and other weapons.Of course now he has also learned to use the English longbow.But now all these weapons, including the longbow, were not on him.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Lieutenant Kassad murmured. The Frenchman came out from behind the bushes like an angry bear, his arms raised high, his feet spread apart, and his long sword cut a flat arc in the air, as if to slice through Kassad's stomach.Then our Olympiad student tried to jump back, intending to raise the hammer immediately.But neither of these two actions had any effect. The Frenchman's long sword had already knocked his hammer into the air, and the blunt point also scratched the leather, shirt, and skin. Kassad roared, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and staggered back.Unfortunately, however, his right heel hit a fallen tree and he fell on his back.Cursing, he rolled into a clump of branches.The Frenchman rushed up and quickly cleared the surrounding branches with his epee, like an oversized scimitar.The moment he was about to clear a path from the fallen bushes, Kassad thrust out the dagger, but unless the Frenchman was disabled, the dagger, which was only ten inches long, was too much for the armor wrapped around him. Nowhere near it.The knight was certainly not disabled.Kassad knew that he would never plunge his knife into the slashing blade, and he knew that his only hope now was escape, but the tangled tree trunks all around him stopped him from thinking about it.He didn't want to be stabbed in the back when he turned to run away; he didn't want to be stabbed under the buttocks when he was climbing a tree; or it should be said that he didn't want to be injured anywhere around him.

Kassad ended up squatting in the street gangster's knife-mipping pose, a pose he hadn't done since his early street gang fights in the slums of Talsis.He wondered how "simulation" would kill him. Suddenly, a dark figure quietly appeared behind the Frenchman.Then, Kassad's flying hammer hit the Frenchman's shoulder armor hard, and the sound was exactly the same as a sledgehammer smashing the electromagnetic car's hood. The Frenchman staggered and turned his head, facing the threat behind him, the hammer hit him hard in the chest again, and a small figure saved Kassad.However, the Frenchman did not fall, but just as he raised his sword high, Kassad bumped his calf from behind the knight.

The surrounding branches were crushed by the fallen knight. The small attacker took a step forward, straddled the hapless bastard, stepped on the hand holding the sword, and then pointed at the protection of his helmet and mask. There was a burst of poking.Kassad, freed from the human legs and dead branches, sat down on the Frenchman's lap, and the knife cut into his groin, armpit, and side armor gap.The Liberator then jumped aside and stomped on the knight's wrist while Kassad slashed open the gap where the helmet and armor joined with the knife, eventually inserting the knife into the cutout in the visor.

The hammer struck the blade one last time, and the knight screamed in pain, nearly grabbing Kassad's hand.The man arched his back, lifting Kassad and sixty pounds of armor with violent, dying convulsions before finally slumping limply. Kassad rolled aside, and the savior fell beside him, both drenched in sweat and the blood of the dead.He stared at the figure, a tall woman dressed like him.For some time afterwards, they lay there like this, panting heavily. "Are you... okay?" Kassad finally spoke.Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by her appearance.She has short brown hair, which is currently popular on World.com.The hair is cut short and straight, with the longest strand parted from the hairline a few centimeters to the left of the forehead and hanging over the right ear. It looks like a boy's hairstyle from some forgotten era, but this person is not a boy .Kassad thought she might be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen: the frame seemed so perfect, making her face look longer if you added a point, and shorter if you subtracted a point, with big eyes shining with wisdom and The vitality of life, the elegant mouth, and the moist lower lip.The two lay together, and Kassad felt that she was tall. Although she was not as tall as himself, women in the 15th century would never be so tall. Through her loose coat and trousers, Kassad could even see the plumpness. buttocks and chest.She looked older than herself, perhaps in her twenties, but as she gazed into his face with that infinitely tender, seductive gaze, everything she had seen before was forgotten. up.

"Are you okay?" he asked again, in a voice that sounded odd even to Kassad himself. She didn't speak, or rather, the slender fingers that slid across Kassad's chest and ripped off the belt that held the vest was her answer.Her hand fumbled for his shirt, a blood-soaked shirt with most of the front torn off.The woman helped him take off the rest of his clothes.She leaned forward, her fingers and lips pressed against his chest, her hips ready to move.He touched the waistband of his trousers with his right hand and undid it. Kassad helped her get rid of what was left of his own clothes, and then took off hers in several steps.Kassad stroked the tip of her belly, her lips approached his, and she rolled over him, her thighs straddling his hips, her eyes locked on his.Kassad had never felt so excited.

After Wushan cloud and rain.Kassad, in his twenty-third standard year, had already been in a relationship once, and had had sex several times.He felt he knew what was going on and what to do.He can tell all the experiences of this moment, and they are all the jokes he told his comrades during the transportation of the troops.With such a calm and cynical attitude, this twenty-three-year-old combat veteran feels that he has never experienced what is indescribable and what is indescribable.However, he was wrong, the feelings of the next few minutes could never be accurately expressed to others, and he didn't even need to try.

A ray of sunlight suddenly pierced the late October sky.Under the body is a blanket of fallen leaves and clothes, blood and sweat lubricate the sweet friction between them.Her green eyes stared down at Kassad, opening slightly as the action grew more intense, then closing when he closed them. A sudden, ancient and inevitable feeling like the movement of all things surged into the body, and they twisted together: the pulse quickened, the muscles throbbed vigorously due to the stimulation, and they entered the final rise together, the world seemed to be vaguely empty Then, the skin contact, the heartbeat, the slow subdued tremor after the passion connect them together, the soul returns to the separated body, and the forgotten senses flow in this world again.

They lie together.The dead soldier's armor was cold against Kassad's arm, and she leaned against him warmly.Sunshine is a gift.Hidden colors come back to the surface of things.Kassad turned to watch her, her head resting on his shoulder, her cheeks burning slightly from the blush and the autumn sun, her hair falling in strands on his arm.The woman bent her leg and placed it on top of his thigh.Kassad felt the gesture rekindle the passion.The sun shone warmly on his face.He closed his eyes.