Chapter 130 Bloody Smell
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Before night came, the roaring cavalry had already rushed back to Mine Town.
At night, the town of Mine is very quiet, except for the whispers from some people's homes in the town, there are almost no other sounds.
The return of the cavalry team has brought ripples to the peaceful mining town.
The town elder Billy has been holding Carl uneasy since Locke and others left, and asked him to accompany him at the entrance of the town.
Chewing the dinner that his mother-in-law had just brought over, old Billy chatted with Carl and looked sideways at the road outside the town from time to time.
Carl knew the scruples in old Billy's heart, smiled and comforted, "Don't worry, just a few thieves."
Although Carl gave old Billy a reassurance, he couldn't stop thinking about things when he was old. Old Billy has suffered from these thieves all these years.
As soon as the cavalry squadron led by Locke came back, old Billy didn't care about the bread he was chewing, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, got up and ran over.
There was a lot of movement from the cavalry back, and most of the townspeople of Mine Town ran out to see the cavalry that had just returned.
The iron-clad hooves made a dull sound of stepping on the ground, coupled with the orderly formation of the cavalry squadron, each villager felt a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.
This group of cavalrymen came back almost bathed in blood, and many people smelled a bloody smell that could not be dissolved.
Old Billy resisted his sense of smell and stepped forward.
The leader of the cavalry is Locke, the bright yellow armor has been dyed red with blood at this time, and the last sunset has not yet fallen in the distance, in the eyes of others, Locke is like a blood-colored devil.
"How is the situation?" Although he had already guessed the answer from the momentum of the returning cavalry, old Billy couldn't help but ask, because it was getting dark, he didn't know if the cavalry had also reduced their numbers.
Locke answered Old Billy's question with action, a whistle sounded, and each cavalry threw up the cloth bag tied to their horse's leg, and twenty or thirty balls flew out, accompanied by scattered blood.
The daring townspeople dared to walk in to see what was in the bag, "Ouch!" Almost everyone who saw the real scene bent down and vomited.
Old Billy, who was closest to Delock, was the one who could see it the most clearly. The head thrown from Locke's hand was the leader of the red maple thieves who harassed their mine town the most frequently and caused the most damage. There was a scar on his face. The man even came to town to extort a decent sum of money and food from him last month.
But now, old Billy only saw his head, a scar on his face, which had been twisted and deformed because of some severe pain, like a multi-legged centipede lying on a winter melon, making old Billy nauseous.
Old Billy is worthy of being the mayor, and he quickly adjusted, "There won't be any fish that slip through the net, right?" The red maple thieves have horses, and if anyone escapes, the next thing they will face in Mine Town is endless. ambition.
"No." It was Carl who answered for Locke. He patted old Billy on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, no one can escape under the hooves of the Baron's cavalry, let alone Locke leading the team."
Although Old Billy still had doubts, he didn't show it, because he didn't see the spare horses and the treasures that the red maple thieves robbed.
Carl was not interested in giving Old Billy the powerful combat power of low-level servants, nor did he think about Old Billy's careful thoughts. He stepped forward and shouted to Locke, "Go back, I will watch in the town!"
Locke, who was wearing armor, nodded, kicked the horse's butt, and rode in the direction of Maple Leaf Village.
The remaining cavalry, under the command of Carl, entered the mine town in an orderly manner to repair.
Riding a horse and galloping on the bumpy mountain road, Locke's expression in the helmet was very solemn, and he suddenly found that he was a lot different from normal people.
When the cavalry team returned from victory, it was not the cheers of the townspeople in Mine Town, but a sense of surprise and distance. He could even see fear in the eyes of many people looking at him.
Whether it is Locke or the soldiers who returned from Kaidoqi, they are already indifferent to blood and death, let alone dozens of heads, they have seen even more spectacular and tragic ones. The smell of blood is simply trivial to them.
But ordinary civilians are different. More than half of the mine town residents who felt such a strong bloody smell at close range covered their mouths and wanted to vomit. As for the ones who didn’t vomit, they just smelled a strange smell and didn’t see what was in the cloth bag. .
Riding on horseback in the darkness, a little starlight just appeared, and Locke could already see the big tree at the entrance of Maple Leaf Village.
Without rushing into the village, Locke first rode to the river at the mouth of the village.
In March, the river has thawed, but it still exudes a chill, especially at night.
After dismounting, Locke jumped directly into the water. The biting river water stimulated Locke's nerves and washed away the odor and blood on his body.
His warhorse tilted his head, looking strangely at his master doing such a strange move, and snorted, as if mocking Locke's nerves.
Locke in the water saw that there was a lot of blood left on the horse, and the war horse let out a frightened neigh, and was ruthlessly dragged into the water by Locke. Locke, a low-level attendant, now has a pure arm strength comparable to a brown bear.
After three full minutes, the smell was almost dissipated, and Locke jumped ashore.
The horse didn't seem to be very good at swimming, and fluttered wildly in the water. Locke finally used a little vindictiveness to bring the warhorse ashore without any danger. He is a low-level servant. In the situation of no armor or fighting qi protection
Under these circumstances, he is not interested in resisting a horse's hoof.
The horse that got ashore looked at Locke with trembling, and let out a low cry.
Locke turned on his horse, and without too much movement, the war horse ran on its own, shaking the fur on his body as he ran. As soon as he ran to the entrance of the village, there were almost no drops of water on his body.
There were still several soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the village at this time, all of which he asked to stay when he left during the day. The soldiers were very dedicated and no one was lazy.
"Brother Locke!" As soon as he approached, the soldiers who stayed behind recognized the comer. Locke's armor was too iconic.
"En." Locke under the armor responded, "You don't need to guard, just watch in two batches." After leaving a sentence, Locke already rode away.
"Yes!" The soldiers replied from behind.
When he got to the front of his house, the door was already open. Old Locke knew that Locke was the captain of the cavalry. As soon as there was the sound of horse hooves in the village, he knew that it was his son who came back, so he came out and opened the door.
Sure enough, it was indeed their son.
Tia went to close the gate of the courtyard, and Old Locke watched in amazement at the war horse that Locke brought back in the courtyard.
"It's better than the few horses in the town's post station, and it's more energetic than the baron caravan!" Old Locke stretched out his hand, intending to touch the fur on the horse's neck, but the war horse took two steps back and looked at the old man vigilantly. Locke, one hind leg has been lifted halfway, as if it will kick up at any time.
"Well?" Locke glared, a palm was gently placed on the horse's back at some point, and the warhorse was instantly quiet like a peaceful baby, letting Old Locke mess with its beautiful fur there.
"Why are you still wet? Take off your clothes quickly, and I'll let Leah wash it for you!" Tia was more concerned about other places.
Taking off the heavy armor, Locke handed the wet clothes inside to Leah who had been watching for a long time.
"Did you eat? If you didn't eat, I'll go back to the house and get it for you. There are leftovers." Tia asked.
"Not yet." Locke replied.
As soon as Tia heard it, she immediately went back into the room and went to get something for Locke. There were two cakes and half a pot of vegetable soup left over from dinner, just hot enough for Locke to eat.
"What does this horse eat?" Old Locke was still paying attention to the war horse that Locke brought back. This unusually handsome warhorse was turned over two or three times by Old Locke like a large hedgehog.
"Don't worry about it, it won't starve to death." Locke replied lightly, this was his negligence, there was no fodder for the horse in the village, and if he wanted to feed it, he had to go to the town tomorrow.
However, it is a top-class warhorse of the cavalry squadron. It is not a big problem to be hungry for a day or two.
Fortunately, the war horse did not understand human language, otherwise it would cry to death. It was exhausted and fought with Locke for a day. In the end, not only did he take a cold shower, but he could not even eat dinner.
Because of the day of fighting, Locke lay down early today.
Leah was still helping Locke starch the laundry, and Leah seemed to smell something strange from this dress.
Putting his nose up and smelling it, a faint bloody smell entered Lia's nose, more of a man's breath belonging to Locke.
Leah blushed and hurriedly pressed her clothes into the water. She didn't care where the blood came from, as long as it wasn't Locke's.
When Locke took off his clothes just now, although there were many scars on his body, they were all scabs from old wounds, and Leah found no other wounds.
As if thinking of the solid muscles that Locke showed just now, Lia was even more confused, and she could only rub the clothes in her hands.
Tia has fallen asleep, and Old Locke hasn't slept yet.
He always felt that he should feed the war horse something, otherwise what would happen if the animal starved, and if it starved to death, he might have to pay for it.
The more Old Locke thought about it, the more reasonable he felt. He got up in the middle of the night and went to the woodshed, where the war horse was placed by Locke.
In the firewood room, the horse stared spiritually at the intruding old Locke. It still remembered the terrifying shadow left by its owner, and did not dare to make trouble with the old man.
He snorted impatiently, thinking that Old Locke was here to play with its fur again, and consciously put his neck close to him, wanting to finish things quickly.
Several pieces of potato chips and rice potato dregs appeared in Old Locke's hands, and the horse lowered his head and stared at this thing he had never touched before.
Horse nose leaned over and smelled it, can I eat it?
It was Old Locke's squinting eyes that answered it.
The next day, Locke didn't wake up until ten o'clock, stretched his waist, and played a routine boxing technique. Although no one else taught him, Locke found these moves that he figured out very useful.
Originally planned to go to town at noon to see if Hans and the others returned, but this plan was shelved.
Because his warhorse seems to have a bad stomach.
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