"After them! After him!"
"Eat up Shem!"
"Don't let it go! Don't let one of them live!"
"Mongol--Mongol!"
The desert was now filled with the five giant Id's running amok.
The blue, black, white and red Mongol troops chase after the hairy barbarians who are running ahead of them.
The horse bared its teeth and spat incessantly, its mane and tail flapping furiously behind it. The whips were applied, and the knights rushed forward past the infantry, panting and urging the horse on, hoping that they would be the ones to take the credit.
The horse's hooves dug into the sand and kicked up sand, and Shem's feet pounded the sand. All the men and beasts were engulfed in a furious fever and tremendous excitement, and their eyes were bleeding and they were shouting inarticulately.
Today is the day - now is the time to put an end to all of this, and with that will, 10,000 troops of Mongol stood up, forgetting the fatigue of the march and the fear of this dreadful desert and the monsters it harbors.
"Aye, aye!"
"Hyah, hyah!"
"Alfetu! Alfetu!"
Shem and the others, whether they knew it or not, the enthusiasm of the Mongol soldiers, which had changed since yesterday, just kept on running in disarray, as if they had lost all control in this forceful and unexpected pursuit.
They were desert runners, and their feet were swift, and they gradually began to pull the horse of Mongol out of the sand in which they had to carry the heavy knights in their heavy armour, and which they had to pull out of the sand with their hooves with each step.
Seeing this, Mongol's army is now in full swing.
"Message-- message!"
Fluttering his white shawl, the messenger, out of breath, caught up with the tail of the blue knight running in the lead.
"Right General to Count Mars. Message-- message! The Mars Squad will continue to pursue Shem thoroughly!"
"You can't keep me from going after him, even if he tells you to."
And when Garance heard his voice, he cried out.
"You blue knights! Take the credit!"
"Oh!"
Dressed in their blue armor and headgear, the Marth troop stood bravely with whips and swords in their hands.
Count Malus glanced back and saw. Following behind Malus's troops are two thousand Black Knights of Tanguard, but they're pretty far behind Malus's troops.
And in the meantime, Shem and his men were steadily drawing them away. Count Mars suddenly noticed that in Nosferus, which he had thought to be level, there suddenly appeared a low rocky mountain, as if it had been stuck to the desert.
It was hidden by the gentle undulations of the dunes. Shem and the others are apparently looking for that rocky mountain.
Seeing this, Count Mars pulled back on the reins and shouted loudly.
"Men! They're trying to get to the rocks. Don't let them-- if they get into the rocks, it'll be like the last time. Don't let Shem get into the mountain!"
"Oh!"
The troopers raised their whips again and kicked the horse in the belly, stirring up the exhausted horse as if he were mad. The hips of the knights were almost lifted out of the saddle, and they were leaning forward as if they would leap over the horse's neck at any moment.
Even if Count Mars had noticed that the leopard-headed warrior, who until then had always led Shem and his men, was nowhere to be seen, it would probably have been forgotten in this avalanche or tsunami of a chase, with no time to think of anything new.
On top of that, Count Mars hadn't been able to directly cross swords with Guin, exchange words with him, and experience his tremendous energy firsthand, as Asturias had.
It is possible that they might be pulling in a detachment to go around and get behind you, but that is left up to Astorias and Ilm, who are the shinies. The only thing you can do now is decide not to let Shem and the others enter the rocky mountain, and catch up with them without a second thought.
The leader of the Semites was running around the sand dune, aiming at the rocky mountain that was growing larger in front of them. There were no trees or grass, and the two rocky mountains, which gave the impression of being naked and gray, were overlapping each other, exposing their sinister shapes.
Count Mars' Blue Knights are circling the dunes in pursuit of the galloping Semites.
Much later, the head of the tanguard team approached the sand dunes.
That's when!
And the earth split in two beneath their feet!
"Woahhh!"
"Gah!"
horse's foot was stepping on the void.
"Aaaaah!"
"Stop! The drop-- the pit!"
"Aah!"
In an instant, the area was filled with the screams and shrieks of knights!
From the shadows of the dunes, Shem's platoon, which had been huddled there, appeared. One from the left, one from the right--
In their hands they hold a strange string-like thing.
They covered the pit they had dug with stone slabs and spread sand over them to hide them, and after they and the Mars team had passed, they cut off the ropes that connected them to the left and right, and let the sand fall down like a hole in an ant colony.
The horse of the knights of Mongol slipped into the void, struggling. The soft sand was too fragile and sluggish to support their heavy bodies.
"Stop--stop--stop!"
The cries of warning and screams of the tanguard troops, who came later and later with all their energy, did not reach them because they were muffled by the painful and desperate screams of those at the front, who were trapped under the falling horses and people, and by the voices of the horses.
"Help me!"
"Ouch--I can't move!"
"Oh--my leg! My leg!"
"Gaaaah!"
On top of those who fell, crushing those beneath them, the horsemen who came after them and slipped on their feet piled up and filled the pit. The horrible, all-consuming white sand sprinkled down upon them, muffling the screams and moans of the people.
"Stop--stop. It's a trap. It's a Shem trap!"
Finally, Ilm's screams reached the people, and little by little, the knights of Mongol, who were absorbed in the chase, stopped in their tracks.
"Halt. All units, halt!"
What do you mean, "stop"? I'm not under orders to stop!"
"Mars Squad's gone. What the hell is wrong with you? Why are we stopping?"
"Earlier, you were in full pursuit..."
"What's up, man? What happened back there? You got another id."
"What? What? I don't see anything."
"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"
In the midst of the rustle of a beehive,
"Tanguard! Tanguard, you're safe!"
Ilm, who was following close behind the Tanguard, was shouting for his comrades.
"Has Thangard fallen into the pit?"
"Captain! Captain!"
The Black Knights of Fort Talos were desperately trying to rescue the screaming wounded and horse.
It was a time-consuming task. Because, if we left it as it was, as we looked at it, a stream of devil's sand, as if it were burning with a relentless desire to make everything flat and even, came pouring in from all directions with great vigor, and it kept trying to swallow up the sacrifice, which was folded up and moaning, unable to move. For he was trying to swallow them up without being able to move.
"Captain Tanguard!"
"Captain, sir!"
I heard the screams of those who had been in the tanguard. The tanguard in the middle of the line had fallen into the hole from a relatively high place.
However, although he was not the lowest of the low, the bearded face of the tanguard that appeared between the man and the horse was pale, and with his eyes closed, he did not appear to be trying to push aside everything around him with his own strength, nor did he appear to be trying to hold on to the rescuing hand that was held out to him.
"Captain--Captain! Stay with me, please!"
"Tanguard, what is it? Are you hurt badly, Tanguard--"
His best friend, Ilm, who leads the Black Knight in the same castle of Talos, jumped out of the horse himself and tried to lead Tanguard through the crowd of rescuers.
But when he finally pulled the horse from its perch on his belly and lifted the upper half of the tang guard--
"Whoa!"
"Captain!"
"Tanguard!"
Grievous cries came out of the mouths of the people.
Unfortunately - the tip of the horse's iron stirrup had broken through the black armor and was lodged in the tanguard's belly.
In the process of removing the horse, it was pulled out, but at the same time, Thangard's internal organs were dragged out of the wound covered in blood.
"Oh--oh! How dare you!"
Ilm moaned, pale as a tanguard. Some of the people could not remember and held their mouths to keep from vomiting. Tanguard moaned faintly.
"He's still breathing. Paramedics!
People called out in panic. Ilm picked up his best friend and pushed his hand into the wound to stop the blood, even though it was covered with blood.
And then--
"Get down!"
"It's Shem!"
The screams of the soldiers crackled!
Shem and his men came at us from both sides, spraying us with poisoned arrows like rain!
"You--"
Ilm gritted his teeth and beat his chest madly.
"Oh, Shem! Tanguard--how dare you!"
"Hostile fire! Enemy attack!"
"I won't allow it!"
Ilm barked.
Shem and his men are quickly coming within range of the poisoned arrows. Mongol's army rushes to take up a fighting position.
horse was useless in this skirmish. The same is true of the crossbow. The knights used the horse as a shield against the poisoned arrows, and with their helmet on and their faces hidden, they rushed forward to cut off Shem.
The wounded, who were moaning, cursing and crying, had to be left for the time being. Amneris sent out a message, telling them to send some of the White Knights to save them, but the area around the pit was already the scene of a fierce battle between Shem, the Black Knights, the runaway horse, and the infantry. He couldn't even get close to it without running headlong into a poisoned arrow and Shem's stone axe.
"You've got some neat tricks up your sleeve!"
Amneris turns pale with rage and grasps his command with trembling hands. The moans and screams of the wounded grew fainter and fainter, and even they were being buried by the flowing white sand, turning the pit into a terrible, living tomb.
Meanwhile--
Unaware of what was going on, Mars' troop ran over the pit, rounded the dune, kept the Tangard troop behind them, and pursued the Semites who were trying to escape to the rocky mountain.
Count Mars, accompanied by Garance, was about halfway through the column, setting up his horse, when suddenly there was a loud shout from the rear, followed by a noise as if something were falling.
And in less than a few minutes,
"It's Shem!"
"It's the ambush!"
Screaming.
"Sir!"
Garance reined in the horse and pulled it closer to Count Mars.
"Sir."
"Mm, I heard that."
The Count turned his head back.
Of course, the dunes, white and smooth, with sand spilling over their surface, obscure their view. But beyond them they hear, one after another, the noise of battle, which they know well enough, and the terrible, high-pitched whistle of the barbarians.
"I thought you pulled it off easily, but I guess you had to lie down."
Count Mars said, not knowing what pit he was walking into. In the meantime, horse's feet were still on the ground.
"Shem, you are a fool-- most likely a Leopard, but you are a wise man."
"So--"
Garance looked a little worried.
"What do we do now, sir?
"Well?"
Count Mars looked over at his loyal lieutenant rather grimly.
"The main force is 8,000. No matter how many Semms there are, with that many men in the main army, you can't use 10,000 for ambush. There's nothing to worry about."
"So, we're going after him?
"Of course."
Count Mars glanced ahead.
"Leave the ambushes to the main army. They have Thangard, Ilm, and Astorias the Less over there. There's no danger of Shem slowing us down. We're the chase team. We will pursue them.
"Let's go after him!
"Oh. It's the same as always when we come this far and are lost in the mountains. Shem won't lead us to their village so easily... but as they chase and chase and chase... they will surely lose their way and head for it. Crush them there. The main force will join us sooner or later."
"Yes, sir!"
Garance raised his cheeks, revealed his tanned face and smiled at the Count. Then he kicked the horse in the stomach and chased the Count away.
"Keep going, we're coming after you! Don't drop out. Find Shem's nest!"
They ran past the column, shouting loudly. Count Mars looked back again to see the main body, but it seemed that the battle was still going on, and the head of the Tanguards had not yet appeared behind the dunes.
The rocky mountain in front of us is getting larger and larger, and we can see a road leading to a valley that curves slightly from its base and goes into the mountain behind us. Already, the head of the Semites, who are still running in defeat, is about to run into the road between the valleys.
"Don't let him get away! Don't let them get into the mountains!"
Again, Garance shouted loudly.
"It's getting rocky down there! Don't let the horse step on the rocky corners!"
The knights of Mongol shouted in response. The horse's feet, which had been sinking into the sand with the weight of its own body as it stepped on it, were now gradually becoming solid ground underneath, and it was running well. The whip goes up, and the horse, foaming and exhausted, is made to squeeze out the power of the jaw.
"After them! After them!"
"We'll catch up!"
"Mongol, Mongol, Mongol!"
The knights in the lead were finally taking advantage and closing the gap with Shem's rearguard.
"Come on!"
From his horse, he raises his greatsword and strikes the heads of the Semites as they gallop by. The un-helmeted barbarian's head is split open and his blood spurts out like a fountain.
If the ground below is hard and level, no matter how good a desert runner Shem may be, he is no match for the horse's legs. The Blue Knights will use their horsemen to outflank Shem and cut him down from side to side.
Some of them stopped and waved their machetes to counterattack, while others dodged the swords and jumped at the knights on horseback, trying to drag them down to the ground. But the counterattacking machetes, unable to catch the galloping horses, struck the air, and the knights on horseback, still unable to regain their positions, were immediately split open by the horsemen following them.
Even those who jumped at them were dodged by the knights, and slipped down with their feet caught in the horse's stirrups, dragged along by the streaks of blood on the white rocks. The small bodies of the barbarians, cut off, were trampled on by the hooves of Mongol's horsemen, who came rushing in one after another.
"Aiyah!"
"Alfetu!"
"Caaaaah!"
Somehow, Shem's high-pitched scream has been infused with a crack of fear similar to a scream.
The entrance to the white valley had become a place of one-sided slaughter.
Shem and his men have no solid leader except that Leopard. In short, they're a bunch of barbarians, savage monkeys. but they're being chased harder than ever and they're in a hurry. Before they can gather their numbers and launch a counterattack, they have become a pack of terrified beasts fleeing in pursuit.
Count Mars did not pay much attention to the Semites who were running left and right, but only looked ahead and behind him, and muttered to himself as if he were trying to answer his own question. Garance also left his side, raising his sword and chasing after Shem and the others.
Now, what was unfolding around Count Mars was not even the end of a battle in which a brave savage warrior was trampled by a powerful civilized warrior on a horse, but only the hunting of monkeys and the extermination of fierce beasts, in which a man triumphantly cut down a beast that was screaming and running away.
Since a while ago, a trace of uneasiness has been clinging to伯's heart like angel hair in the wind. However, the more he tried to pinpoint the cause of this minute sense of unease, the more it melted away like angel hair and vanished without a trace.
"..."
Count Mars, unseen in his helmet, frowned his white eyebrows and let out a puzzled sigh. I don't feel any better.
But immediately, he shook his head and spurred the horse's belly.
"Don't be so eager to devour your enemy. Let some of them escape alive and take this opportunity to find Shem's stronghold and wipe it out this time. I want every last Shem from Nosferus... do not insist on annihilating them here and now."
Even though he is an old man, he is still shouting loudly and running straight through the sour-nosed scenes that are unfolding here and there with his horse.
The white valley is stained with blood, and the area is covered with the severed heads and arms of the Shemites, and their shredded bodies and entrails. Moans, screams, and screams of desperation are mixed in with the triumphant cries of the knights of Mongol. Their hairy little bodies were hung up on the hoofs of the horses, cut in two by the swords of Mongol, their teeth bared in bitterness, and the heads of the former human beings, their eyes bared, soared high in the air, gushing with blood, and were crushed by the rocks of the valley.
But the old warrior, accustomed to war, was not disheartened by it. Careful not to let his feet fall in the slippery blood, he waded through the inferno, his blue cloak and the tassels on his helmet fluttering in the wind.
There you go,
"Sir-- oh, sir!"
A knight, gasping for breath, came riding back towards their leader.
"I'm here. What?"
"Oh, Captain, you're here."
He's gasping for air,
"Oh, my God. The village of Kyatsura, the village of Shem..."
"What!"
Count Mars must have become.
"Shem's village is what!"
"I think I know where it is. It's just up ahead."
The knight raised his hand and pointed in the direction he had come. His chain-gloved hand was trembling slightly, perhaps with excitement.
"What, really?"
"It is true. They were desperately trying to escape to their village. Shem's village is at the bottom of this valley."
"..."
Count Mars was about to shout something.
But then, suddenly, I changed my mind,
"What about you? Keep your head up. If that's the case, you're in for a real treat."
"It is true, sir. To my guardian god Moss!"
The knight said, and raised his hands and his headpiece in a straightforward manner. When he saw him, Count Mars smiled grimly.
"Elle of Argon! It's you!"
"Ha!"
His black slit eyes shone like black protein stones with fire inside. He was gasping for breath and had a grim expression on his face. He loosened his tension and smiled back at the Count.
"All right, I'll take the credit!"
I'll nominate you for Obergruppenführer," he said, and then he thought back to the fact that that would have to wait.
"It's this valley floor."
"Yes!"
"All right . --Garrance! Garance!"
Immediately, at the order of Garance, who had come running, the blue knight of Mars' squadron stopped to finish off the Shemites who lay there sifting.
"Strike down the village of Shem!"
"No women, no children left behind!"
"No prisoners! Kill them all!"
"Mongol, Mongol!"
The shouting echoed through the valley, and was further muffled by the thudding ... and rumbling of the earth and the clattering of the hoofs of the All Blue Knights' horses.
"Mongol--Mongol!"
Count Mars swung his cloak over his head.
"Elle! Lead the way!"
"I understand."
To the village of Shem, to the village of Shem--
With a blue tidal wave of death, 2,000 horsemen are galloping down the land of Nosferus!