Chapter 1042: Fight to the Death
There are three main reasons why Enley refused to let Falk and the others help.
The first reason is that Falk and the others can't help much.
These 20 cavalrymen were all regular soldiers of the Britannian Empire.
With strict training, they have no need to mention their individual combat power, even their equipment level is far above those of Falke's guards.
The second reason is that Enley didn't want to implicate Falk and the others.
If Falk and the others intervened in this battle, they would definitely not survive this fierce battle.
Originally, Enli felt guilty when he asked Falke to take such a great risk to send him and Ilsa back to Pandragon.
If Falk and his guys were hurt, Enley really didn't know how to face Falk and the others in the future.
The third reason is that Enley feels that he alone is enough to deal with these 20 cavalrymen.
However—after really waving the knight sword in his hand and fighting with these 20 or so soldiers, Enli realized that he seemed to have overestimated his physical condition.
“Um…”
While observing the enemy soldiers surrounding him in a semicircular shape, Enley made a low cry of pain that only he could hear.
——Damn…
Enley cursed in her heart.
——The body... is stiffer than imagined...
Just now, Enley and Ilsa have been hiding in the carriage specially used for luggage.
The two people hiding in the car were always listening to the movements outside.
After hearing the bald man intends to check the carriages of each of Falke's carriages, Enli's face darkened.
Because he knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.
"Your Majesty, hide here well, I'll be back soon." - After Enley finished speaking softly to Ilsa, the curtain of the car was pulled open by the bald head.
Then, Enli, who was already ready, stabbed directly into the bald chest.
It's a pity that this bald head is not a small character. Enley's surprise attack was avoided by him.
Although he missed a blow, Enley was not discouraged.
However—When retracting the stabbed knight sword, a stinging pain suddenly came from his right shoulder.
After successfully rescuing Ilsa from Allen's rebel camp, Enley's horse unfortunately fell and died due to exhaustion.
The sudden fall of the war horse made Enli and Ilsa unfortunately fall to the ground.
At that time, Enli, who fell off the horse's back, was on the ground with his right shoulder.
It was also at that time that Enley's right shoulder was injured.
Fortunately, the bones were not cracked or broken.
After taking the medicine for a few days, the pain in his right shoulder gradually disappeared, and Enli thought the injury on his right shoulder had healed.
However, after just stabbing the bald head, he realized that the injury on his right shoulder had not healed at all.
The tingling feeling is still impacting Enley's nerves and brain.
——The current physical condition cannot allow me to do whatever I want, I have to be careful and cautious in facing them.
Enli, who had realized that his physical condition was far worse than he had imagined, quietly made up his mind and decided to face these 20 enemy soldiers.
The semicircular encirclement for Enley has been completed.
Because the nearby terrain is too narrow and not suitable for cavalry riding, the bald head and his subordinates both dismounted and fought in stairs.
"One-eyed boy."
The bald man said to Enley.
"Before killing you, you can tell me, why did you kill me just now?"
"You don't seem to be part of this caravan. I feel that you and this caravan seem to be in a cooperative relationship after hearing what you said to the caravan just now."
"Since you have a cooperative relationship with this caravan, there should be no reason for you to draw your sword to face me."
"Does it mean-"
The bald man thrust his mouth towards the carriage that was again covered by the curtain.
"What is hidden in the carriage that makes you forced to draw your sword to me who lifted the curtain?"
After quietly listening to the bald man's big words, Enli couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
——This bald head...is a soldier worthy of training... As long as the training is well, it is not a problem to become a captain who can command a thousand soldiers.
I admire this bald man, but Enley does not intend to answer any of the bald man’s questions.
"Stop talking nonsense." En said in a calm tone of neither salt nor light, "The military's daily training should not be taught how to chat with the enemy, right?"
"It's so cold." The bald man sneered and shrugged, "I originally wanted to talk to you more. If you could give me a reasonable reason to kill me, I might be able to let you go and not take your life."
After saying that, the bald man waved the sword in his hand and shouted:
"Follow me!"
The semicircular formation surrounded by Enley suddenly closed.
Faced with the sudden closing semicircular formation, Enli was not panicked or rushed.
Move flexibly and escape from this tightened semicircular formation.
While escaping from this tightened semicircular formation, swing your sword to attack the enemy.
The blood-red sword light swept towards the neck of a soldier closest to him.
These soldiers were all wearing armor, and could only kill them efficiently only by attacking places that were not covered by armor or were not protected by weak defense.
After the familiar blade of the sword entered the flesh and passed it to the palm of his hand along the sword body, Enli took back the sword and did not look at the enemy soldier who had just been killed by him. While quickly leaving where he was standing, he chose the next target.
Enley fought and retreated like this.
Constantly changing where he stood, not giving the bald head and the others the chance to surround him.
Just like this, he kept moving, while looking for opportunities to kill the enemy soldiers.
Soon, six soldiers died under Enli's sword.
Although many soldiers have been killed, Enley's face has become increasingly ugly.
Because—he felt that his body was getting less and less obedient to his command.
It was just that my right shoulder was getting more and more painful.
Gradually, due to frequent tossing the body, the other wounds on my body began to hurt.
Enley also felt that some wounds on his body that were about to heal were at a vague risk of cracking again.
However, Enley didn't care about so much.
After all, the moment of relaxation may lead to his death.
Although Enley gritted his teeth and tried hard to lift his energy, he could not stop his body from becoming more and more dull.
Soon, the bald head, who had been observing Enli's movements since the beginning, discovered Enli's strangeness.
"One-eyed boy." A meaningful smile appeared on the bald face, "You seem to be in pain."
"I just said - you have so many injuries on your body, how could you swing your sword as you please?"
Chapter completed!