Henrik saw this attack coming a mile away as he simple dodge downward and then push the sword on his hand toward this soldier chest.
This soldier does not wear iron and steel armour.
Instead, he wears a leather amour.
One could even see some arrows stuck on this thick leather armours.
Clearly, the arrows did not pierce deep enough.
But just because the arrow did not pierce deep enough to kill him did not ema that Henrik sword did not pierce deep
Shritt!
It is that sound again.
The sound of flesh being teared.
Blood spurted out and the soldier seems to shout in pain before ethe shout itself become fainter and without waiting, Henrik quickly pull the sword out
Henrik did not know whose sword this belong to. But hell, this sword is one hell of a sharp sword.
It did not break and it cut through flesh like a hot knife. And then Henrik quickly take a sidestepped and an arrow just miss him
Henrik also finds out not only his reflex and strength had improved, his vision also improved. He could see someone trying to snipe him from far away.
But just after he manage to dodge the arrow, suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone is rushing toward him with a mace.
And then the moment this person came close, this person did not hesitate to smashing it toward him.
Kicking the ground his body jumped backward and then roll along the mud.
That soldier then change direction, and Henrik simply took the mud and throws it at that soldier face
"Ugh!" As the soldier wipes his face, the last thing he sees is Henrik rushing toward him and then pain fills his body.
The sound of the flesh being teared and then the sound of a sword being sheathed out.
And then he falls to the ground, and he sees mid and blood and then his eyelids grew heavy and darkness claims him
Henrik did not know what the soldier sees and did not know what the soldier felt.
But he had died so many times, that he could guess what that soldier must have seen and what his feeling were
And they continue running.
Henrik is the only one among the dozen people to have a sword this sharp.
And he is the only one among this group of peasants that even have some ability to fight like this.
Out of the twelve people, give and take, Henrik could see a few of them is using bow. Yet they are not really sharpshooters and not really a master archer.
Henrik himself did not know the discipline of being an archer and he did not know what makes an archer good or not.
Or whether there is a technique to archery. It is not like he lives in an era where archery is a hot sought skill
But he does know that an expert archer would surely hit their target.
Or at least almost hit their target.
From what he sees, these people could be made to create a rain arrow in a formation but one on one duel with arrows?
Henrik would sooner trust his life to a squirrel; than entrusting his life to these people
The people around him, none of them sems proficient in their arms. The only one that seems reliable is this older man, Miklos.
And while Henrik is thinking like this, Miklos is thinking the same thing.
The people that follow him are all old people or young people.
The old people are too old, and the young people are too young.
Out of all the old people, it does not mean all of them are incompetent. It is just that many of them have survived a gruelling battle.
Their stamina is not up to par and some of them even have injuries, and they would have trouble holding their own
Henrik could not see this.
He thought that the archers did not have a good aim and could not use their weapon.
But Miklos could see it with one glance.
It is not that these veterans could not attack and could not aim properly.
It is just that there is a limit to the human body.
Pulling the bowstring and releasing it also takes energy.
And before they all met, judging by their appearance, most of them had just survived a gruelling battle.
Adding all of this, it is easy to see that most of these old people already had expended most of their stamina and strength.
And now, it probably takes all the strength they have to follow him to the other hill
As for the young people, Miklos could not help but sigh.
These young people are like greenhorn, baby calf.
Most of them did not even wield the sword properly like awkwardly handling something they have never handled before.
Some of them wield a spear but Miklos doubt that this young people could even do a proper stab.
The spear almost seems taller than the person and there was one time that Miklos saw that the spear nearly stabs its own owner because this person did not know how to position his own spear.
Many of them are panicked and some of them still shivers.
To some of this young people this might be their first battle, and this might be the first time they have to kill people or be killed.
When Miklos joins the rebel army, he was already steady.
After all, he had seen many things and done many things. Certain things when repeated, suddenly becomes the norm.
When he first kills a person, he did not puke or become shocked, but he did feel queasy
But he did not show it.
And the more you kill, the easier it became. He focused on his rage and the unfairness of the world toward the people he kills
However, after a while, he knows why he kills and knows why he fight.
And so, he could do it.
Some people kill for survival and for most of the peasant soldiers, this is mostly the case
Among these young people he is the oldest nearly reaching twenty of age. But these people are like fifteen and sixteen.
And out of this young people there is only two people that is worth of notice.
As for the old people, all of them are already tired. Even though they have more experience, even though these experiences are invaluable, they did not have enough energy to even support themselves
Some of them…. could use a bow. But after the battle and a few more pull, the hand could no longer pull the strings, and such person could not be relied upon right now when the stake is so high
Miklos, when he made his decision to survive and avenge this…. he meant it.
He did not know yet who he needs to exact revenge on, but he knows for him to find something to avenge, he needs to survive first
If he did not survive, all of these thoughts, all of his declaration, all of this anger...he would not know how to release it
So, right now, he needs to be practical. And his eyes gaze toward Henrik.
One of them is Henrik, this young kid, maybe fifteen and sixteen of age
Looking at him, not only he is young, but he also look like a weak person.
Yet it is this person that could wield a sword.
Does he have the skill of a knight? No. but one thing he did better than any recruit he had seen was that he could wield the sword.
He could wield it and use it.
Miklos had killed a man at arms before.
But that was different
he did it with arrows.
And he knows himself better than anyone else
At that time, he was simply lucky. It was not like he is some talented archer
If he is, his position would not be only scouts
And compared that to Henrik, he knows better
Wielding sword and using moves like stabbing, slashing, dodging, deflecting, counter attacking, these are the art of the weapon taught only by the nobles to their people
Knights, squires, and those related to them could learn this knowledge.
The high nobility, of course also knows this method
Does this mean that the peasant did not have any knowledge at all about attacking, defending and all of these stuff?
This is not true. After all, that just does not make sense
After all, peasant was also recruited in the past to fight.
But what they know is the basic. Basic of fighting, basic of defending.
Even the more accomplished among the commoners would have no way of accessing the knowledge of the noble
Even in an empire where scholars rules the world, the one at the top teaches morality not for the sake of morality but for suppressing the new young scholars, they blocked merchants not only because merchants only knows profit but also because they could not benefit from it
What more in a kingdom like this where nobles are like kings in their own territory. These nobles are not soft hearted , kind nobles
These are military men, who killed as easily as they fuck
They pillage and rape, their beastly nature covered in silk, and armour.
The games of the lords, and the game of thrones are far removed from the peasant, but it affected them
They might not know which king, or which noble is attacking and fighting, but they know the one that will die is them
This has always been the case. The one who suffers when these people play their games of throne is none other than the common people.
And for those that survived, they return back to their village, to their city, to their home….a broken man
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