Friendship

Ah!" Karl shouted in pain. He held his bleeding right arm and kept retreating. His face was pale and beads of sweat dripped down his face.

After Kashir repelled Karl with one blow, he didn't continue to attack. A beginner-rank Knecht was like an ant in his eyes. His target was Angelina. Kashir sheathed his sword and continued to chase.

Tonight's assassination operation had been delayed for too long. The whole Blood Red team was supposed to attack, kill the shadow guards, and capture Angelina. First, he didn't want to be disturbed by the local nobles' private army, so he let Angelina go. Then, after a long period of tracking, he finally found her traces and killed the remaining forces guarding Angelina. Just as he was about to complete the mission, another group of Faustian troops rushed out.

There were too many variables. Kashir never took a mission that he wasn't confident in. If he delayed, there would be more unknown factors. He had to catch Angelina immediately and leave.

With a high-rank Knecht rushing at full speed, Locke and the others seemed so powerless to escape. Solon looked back and saw that the blood-red armoured man was getting closer and closer to them. The sword that represented death in the man's hand was also getting closer and closer.

"No! Split up and run! "Solon shouted to Locke behind him after some thought. He was planning to abandon Locke. The target of the crimson-armored man was obviously Angelina, who was with Locke. If he wanted to split up and run, the crimson-armored man would definitely chase after Locke, not him.

Abandoning the rook to save the king was what Solon was thinking at this time. He wasn't righteous enough to die with Locke. As the heir of a baron, he didn't want to die so early. As for Angelina, he selectively forgot about her. Everyone was in danger now, so who would care about a princess like him? He wasn't a noble who was loyal to the royal family. In fact, there were very few local nobles who were directly loyal to the royal family. Sometimes, the orders of local nobles or their immediate superiors were more effective than the orders of the king.

Locke looked at Solon in surprise. He couldn't believe that Solon, who called him brother before, would give such an order. It was obvious that he wanted him to die. Although Locke had encountered a lot of dark things in his four years in the army, such as being bullied by the seniors when he first entered the camp, the spoils of war seized on the battlefield being snatched by unreasonable people, and the superiors embezzling the soldiers' pay. However, as fellow comrades, he had never encountered such an obvious betrayal and backstabbing. Even if there was, it was done privately.

The most important thing in a military camp was unity. This was a place where everyone could trust others with their backs.

Perhaps this was the difference in levels. Locke suddenly came to a realization.

Wasn't that what they were doing now? As a platoon jarl, they abandoned the ordinary soldiers and ran away. Locke himself did this, so what right did he have to criticize Solon?

Locke silently looked at Solon, then at Cain and Hans, who he had fought with for several years. Cain and Hans also understood what Solon meant, but they could only remain silent. They could not say anything. Solon was their lord, and in the barracks, at the bottom of the barracks, obeying orders was their only rule. However, they wouldn't leave Locke behind. It could be said that everyone in Locke's squad owed their lives to him. As a scout, Kane had been surrounded several times, but it was Locke who rescued him. Hanses had fallen on the battlefield several times, but Locke had personally carried him back to the camp. If there was a kind of friendship in this world where they could die for each other, Hanses and Kane would definitely do it for Locke without hesitation.

Of course, Locke was the same. Kane and Locke had supported each other during the bloody battle in Gordon Heights. Even his old neighbour, Hanses, had taken a lot of blows for Locke over the years. At least a quarter of Hanses' sturdy chest and back had been taken by Locke. They were often the best partners on the battlefield.

Of course, Locke wouldn't be as selfish as Solon in a life-and-death situation. He looked at Kane and Hanses and knew what they were thinking from their eyes. However, he wouldn't let his brothers die in vain. The Blood Red soldiers' target was obviously Angelina. At this time, whoever carried her would be in the most danger and most likely to be killed. He couldn't order his brother to die, not to mention that Solon had explicitly ordered him to take Angelina and run separately.

Locke glanced at Karl who was lying on the ground behind him. Karl had lost an arm because of them. "You two go back and take Karl with you. I'll take her away!" Locke said decisively. He then pulled Angelina over and carried her on his back.

Angelina was caught off guard. "Ouch!" Only then did Locke take a serious look at Angelina. Although her face was dirty, she was still a beauty.

"No!" Kane and Hanses refused without hesitation. At this time, there was no superior and subordinate relationship, only a friendship of life and death. It could be said that in the previous ten-man squad, the three of them were the only ones that Locke could trust with his life. Although Locke had been promoted to platoon jarl, and although Kane and Hanses were still ordinary third-rate soldiers, Locke still had a lot of relationships with them in private. It wasn't that he didn't want to help them, it was just that he didn't have the ability to. "The three of us are brothers. Let's not talk about other things. Within three months, I'll definitely help you guys become jarls!" These were Locke's exact words.

Locke, who had no qualifications and was not strong, said such big words when his foundation was not stable. It wasn't that he was ignorant, but he wanted to live up to his brothers' feelings. If a brother risked his life to fight for you, you had to live up to his feelings.

"Don't talk about useless things. Go!" Locke scolded. Locke, who had never been angry with his brothers, was now swearing. "Get lost!" Locke kicked Hanses and Kane. "Go save Uncle Karl!" After saying that, Locke carried Angelina on his back and ran into the deep forest on the left.

The old forest with many rocks and shrubs was Locke's only hope now. The forest must be dense, Locke prayed in his heart. Unfortunately, even if the forest was dense in this season, there weren't many leaves to cover him.

Angelina was a little stunned by the sudden changes. First, the suspected nobleman abandoned her and ran away. Before she could get angry, the gray-haired, rude soldier next to her bravely carried her on his back. Her chest was pressed against Locke's back, and her perky butt was held by Locke. She had never been so frivolous before.

Angelina blushed slightly. Before she could scold him, she was moved by the brotherly friendship between Locke, Kane and Hanses. Previously, the shadow guards had also risked their lives to protect her. The silent shadow guards gave her the feeling that they were loyal to the Faustian Kingdom. Although Angelina was touched, it wasn't as shocking as the naked brotherly relationship between the three of them. This is an admirable man, Angelina quietly commented to Locke, who was carrying her on his back.

That made sense. As a commanding officer, it was the first time in Faustian that he let his subordinates run away and faced danger alone.

When Locke joined the army, he had already planned to face the danger of death. At that time, he was only 14 years old. Now that he was 18 years old, why would he be afraid of death? Living for one year was worth it, and living for two years was worth it. This was actually what Locke had always thought. His reason was very simple. It was because after receiving a year's pay and pension, his family would be able to survive the famine. If he could send two years' pay to his family, the conditions of his family would be much better. His parents and sister would not have to suffer from hunger every day.

Although he had long given up on life and death, when faced with such a choice, Locke still wanted to fight. He hadn't seen his sister yet, and he hadn't had a stable home with Suzanne yet. He didn't want to die yet. For the first time, Locke had such a strong desire to survive.

"Hold on tight!" Locke shouted to Angelina, who was on his back. He channeled all the remaining impetus to his legs and frantically stimulated it. The impetus vortex, which was already the size of a soybean, was desperately releasing impetus. A warm current was transmitted to the forearms of his legs. "Run!" Locke stamped his feet and sprinted.

Angelina didn't hear what Locke said clearly. She was frightened by his sudden movement and hurriedly hugged Locke tightly. Angelina had been well-nourished since she was a child. Although she was young, her figure was still very plump. Unfortunately, Locke didn't have the time to enjoy it. He couldn't even feel the touch of Angelina on his back. All his energy was focused on the branches in front of him and the gravel under his feet.

"Hmph! Trying to run? " Kashir looked contemptuously at Locke, who was running in front of him and still wanted to continue struggling. He didn't care about Karl, who had a broken arm, and Hans and Kane on the other side.

No one could escape from him, Kashir thought confidently.

"Run! Run! Run! " This was the only thought left in Locke's mind. The yearning for his parents, his longing for his sister, and his love for Suzanne had all turned into the motivation to run at this time.

Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two was too great. Kashir, who was a high-rank Knecht, was like Wyr, who had taught him impetus back then. His unfathomable strength brought only despair to Locke.

The distance between the two was still closing. Although Locke was running as fast as he could, the Deathbringer didn't seem to want to let him go.

Angelina, who was on Locke's back, also burst out with a will to survive when she saw that Locke was so desperate. She had exhausted all her mana and overused her mental power. She no longer had the ability to forcibly use magic, but she didn't want to give up. She felt that she wouldn't lose to an ordinary commoner. Locke's hair colour revealed the fact that he was a commoner.

With the last of her willpower, Angelina used Featherweight on Locke. Her mental exhaustion had reached its limit, and she immediately lost consciousness. But before she fainted, she still held onto Locke tightly. She believed that this man would create miracles.

Locke, who was under extreme pressure, was a little dazed. He didn't notice that his pace had become much lighter because he didn't relax. Running with all his might was his only belief at this time.

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