Chapter 136 Escape

"Okay, let's just do this for once. What if Aresio is like that damned Anthony?" Andrew asked me, clenching his fists as if he believed that it took a lot of courage for me to do this.

"Okay, Andrew, thank you for believing in me."

Andrew has tentatively agreed to stay with me, but who knows if he will change his mind because of why he is unhappy.

"You have to know, Luca, I don't have much hope in all the Roman nobles." Andrew looked frustrated, and what he said was true.

"Believe me, Andrew, believe me. Did you see the way these guys looked at us? They are so poor that they can't even protect themselves. Do you still want to be here?"

"Hey! Gentlemen!"

At this moment, Jurgen called us. He was standing in front of the scarred man, with his head down. He deliberately didn't look at us. He cleared his throat and said, "This is your new commander. He reminded you that there is a rule here. Once you join the Bagaudah, you must hand in everything in preparation for the battle."

In order to prepare for the battle, we had to hand over everything we had. It was obvious that they had their eyes on the leather armor we were wearing. They were smart enough to force us to take off the only leather armor we had on us under the pretext that it was necessary for the battle.

"If this continues, Andrew, we'll both be robbed of everything by these naked bastards!"

"Damn bastards, I never thought they would do this! Luka, don't go too far, after all, we have nowhere to go!"

Before he could get too addicted to it, reality and the greed of these sons of bitches showed up, and reality gave Andrew a heavy slap in the face. It turned out that they probably didn't care about us at all, but only cared about the leather armor. Unfortunately, Andrew still wanted to communicate with them.

"Oh, you should know, gentlemen, we are a newly formed army, so we urgently need these decent armors. At least our officers should look decent, not soldiers." Jurgen said, and saw that the group of people behind him had already clenched their hands tightly on their weapons. This was a hint, telling us that if we didn't obey, then they would kill both of us without mercy and strip off the leather armor.

"Is that why you wanted us to join you? Jurgen?"

I saw that he kept his head down and said nothing, so I asked deliberately.

"Actually, Mr. Luca, it's not what you think." Jurgen wanted to explain to me, but I held out my hand to shut him up. "You no longer have any credibility, Mr. Jurgen."

I was too lazy to look at this guy who said one thing and meant another, so I turned to look at the scarred man hiding behind Jurgen and asked him directly, "Tell me the truth, are you attracted by our leather armor?"

I thought this guy would leave without looking back for the sake of his reputation, but he actually nodded in front of me and really wanted the leather armor on me. I gritted my teeth and thought that this was the only piece of armor I had left, and I couldn't let this guy take it away no matter what!

"What if I don't give it to you?"

"Ha, then you'll stay here and rot forever!"

Scarface laughed loudly and pulled out the iron sword from his waist. With the bloodstained iron sword in his hand, Scarface felt as if he had become much stronger, just like the muscular and arrogant barbarian. He shook his slightly shriveled body and showed off the iron sword in his hand to Andrew and me with a sneer on his face.

"This is your last chance!"

The scarred man looked at us viciously, sneered, and slowly approached us.

"Wait, we can still discuss this. We are not just stingy with the armor around us!" Andrew said, trying to take off his armor in a hurry, and reminded me in a low voice: "Luga, there are so many of them, and they have weapons, we are no match for them!"

"If I choose to resist, Andrew." I lowered my body slightly and clenched my fists. "Will you come with me?"

"What? You're crazy, Luka!"

While Andrew was still talking nonsense, I pounced on him.

"Damn, Luca, sometimes we can talk things over!" Andrew's hurried voice sounded behind me, but it was too late, I had already pounced in front of the skinny scarred man.

The scarred man didn't react at all, and his eyes widened to the point of bursting out of his eye sockets. His body couldn't react that fast, so he didn't make any move to block when I rushed in front of him.

"Bang!"

I swung my fist and punched him in the face.

“Hmm!”

The scarred man groaned and fell to the ground with an unstable center of gravity. As he hit the ground heavily, the group of "beggars" behind him couldn't help but gasp.

Their superior was beaten, and any ordinary soldier would have rushed forward anyway, but they were just stunned for the time being. In these few seconds of gap, I didn't intend to miss such a good opportunity, so I took a step forward and hooked my left arm around the scarred man's neck.

“Ahhh…”

Scarface no longer had the arrogant look he had before. Now he was like a chicken being grabbed by the neck. He tried to break free from my arms several times, but he was so weak that he had no chance to resist! "Stand still!"

I picked up the iron sword that the scarred man had dropped on the ground, pointed it at the group of "beggars", and threatened them. "Now, everyone, step back."

The group of "beggars" looked at each other, and they were at a loss after losing their leader. I decided to show them a direction. I immediately swung my sword and cut a huge wound on the right chest of the scarred man who was caught by my left hand, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

"ah!!!"

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Scarface screamed, because he was afraid that I would harm his life, so he could only scream and tremble, and did not dare to resist at all.

"Back off! I told you all to back off!!!"

Needless to say, the scarred man who was screaming in pain could no longer hold back and glared at them with his red eyes, giving them orders loudly.

Seeing that their superior had personally given the order, how could these damned "beggars" dare not disobey? They slowly retreated, gradually making way for the blocked exit.

"you!"

I then swung my sword straight at Jurgen.

"Ah, ah, Mr. Luca, what do you want me to do?" Jurgen looked at me tremblingly. He seemed even more respectful, fearing that I would lose control of myself and swing the sword to kill the scarred man in my hand.

“Give your sword to Andrew!”

Under my order, although Jurgen was unwilling, he still sheathed his sword and handed it to Andrew who was coming forward.

"You are playing with fire and getting burned!" Scarface was sweating from the pain, but he still endured it and threatened me with a sneer: "Even if you kill me, you two can't escape! Listen to me and surrender!"

"Oh, really? It's over if I don't let you die!" I like to deal with those stubborn guys. As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately held the sword in my reverse hand and stabbed the blade into the scar-faced man's thigh!

"ah!!!"

Scarface's desperate screams were heard again in the alley. Blood immediately gushed out from the thigh that was pierced by me, flowing out madly along the blade.

"Damn it, damn it, ah, it hurts so much..."

The scarred man was about to cry. I pulled out the iron sword and he had to cry and cover the bleeding wound with his hands. The soldiers in front of us sped up their pace and cleared a path for four or five people to walk side by side in a few minutes.

"Okay, let's go, you ugly bastard!"

(End of this chapter)