Chapter 137 The Last Line of Defense

The scarred man was sobbing now. He was enduring great pain and was limping towards the exit of the alley under my control.

We came to Jurgen's side. He lowered his head as if he had made a mistake. What I didn't expect was that he actually spoke, but his voice was very low, and only the three of us could hear it. He said, "Mr. Luca, Mr. Andrew, this matter is really not what you think."

"But he happened, Jurgen." I looked at him expressionlessly. I didn't have high expectations for him, and I didn't plan to join their poor camp. He didn't owe me and Andrew anything. Instead, it was the two of us. Forget it. I thought I might owe him a life, but when I think about it carefully, this is not his generosity and courage.

"Let's go, Andrew."

I no longer paid attention to Jurgen. We were not the same kind of people. In some ways, we were mortal enemies. So we had no common language. Andrew did not speak. He restrained his stupidity at that time and followed me obediently. He drew out his iron sword and watched the "beggars" around him who did not dare to act rashly. They held the various weapons in their hands tightly, staring at us with their big round eyes without blinking. No, Andrew, me and the hostage Scarface, could it be that they wanted to scare us to death with their eyes that seemed scary but were actually paper tigers? Passing in front of them and looking at their ferocious faces, my heart calmed down a lot. I knew that if they rushed over, our fate would be nothing more than being beaten to death by these various weapons, but they did not have a leader. No one wanted to see their leader Scarface get into trouble.

"Sir!"

Wow! This scarred man rarely addressed me with such respect. I thought he was a stone-mouthed man who would never give in. However, the slowly flowing blood did scare him a little. He limped along, gritting his teeth, enduring the pain, and did not forget to negotiate with us: "If I take you to a safe place, can you guarantee my life?"

"Hmm? Why, are you afraid of death?"

Maybe it was the kind of love in my heart that made me lose face that drove me, I mocked him sarcastically and looked at him with a half-smile on my face.

Unexpectedly, he said nothing, but just nodded, admitting that he was a coward. No wonder, this is human nature, it is better to die quickly, but it is feared to be tortured to death, that feeling is painful to think about.

Walking out of the alley, we saw a large group of "beggars" crowded on this not-so-wide stone road. They were all Scarface's men, I guess, because they were looking at the three of us, no one had the courage to step forward. This scene really made me look at Scarface with a new eye. I wondered why he was so tough just now, it turns out there are so many soldiers behind him! With so many layers inside and outside, I felt very depressed and still felt a little uneasy.

"Now!" I said, and put the iron sword on Scarface's neck again, causing him to scream repeatedly, fearing that I would kill him in the next second! "I want you to disband your troops and tell them to get out of here as far as possible!"

Scarface, who had been frightened for a long time, didn't dare to disobey me. I saw him shouting at the "beggars" around him: "Hey, don't you understand what this officer said? Get out! Get as far away as you can!"

At Scarface's order, the beggar soldiers around looked at each other in confusion. They were hesitating, probably because they couldn't figure out why their superior asked them to leave.

"Didn't you hear clearly? Get out!!!"

Hey, this scarface guy really put all his strength into it, showing the majesty of a rogue that he should have. His sudden roar scared me so much that the iron sword in my hand shook violently and I almost cut his neck.

Now they understood the order clearly, so there was no reason for them to be negligent. These "beggar" soldiers nodded their heads repeatedly and dispersed like birds and beasts. It took less than a minute, just thirty seconds, and they disappeared without a trace on the street.

Looking at the open road leading to the Governor's Mansion, the living had left, but the dead were left behind. The air was filled with a stench of various smells. I didn't dare to breathe deeply, because the smell was really unbearable. The bodies lying on the road were old and young. The only thing I could be sure of was that none of these bodies were members of the Bagoda group. They were just massacrers. I really couldn't find a reason for them to kill. They were born poor and slaves, but they did things that were full of hatred.

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Answer me honestly now, where is your army now?" I asked him. What I am most worried about now is that Aresio and his army can't resist the endless "beggars" like a flood. So I have two plans now. The first one is to find Aresio. He must have a way to escape. I just don't know if he is willing to take us with him. Anyway, I don't care about that. If he dares not to take us, the worst thing is that he will be betrayed by them. Anyway, we will die together and see each other on the road to hell! The second one is that if Aresio dies or has already escaped, then we have to trouble this scarred face. We have to hold him hostage and keep going out of the city until we think we are in a safe place before we put him down.

Now, let’s start according to the first plan!

I, Andrew, Scarface, and Jurgen (I don't know how this guy caught up with me, but judging from his appearance, he should not be Andrew's opponent, so I didn't care too much.) walked all the way to the city center. From here, we could clearly hear the shouts and screams from the front line, and there were more corpses along the way. The stone slabs on the ground were stained red with blood, and the gaps between the stone slabs were filled with blood. At every crossroads, we could see roadblocks destroyed by brute force and corpses piled up like a small mountain. Some were German mercenaries, and most were from the side of Bagauda.

"It seems that they know that Aresio is in the Governor's Palace and knows the location." I looked at the pile of corpses and said, "But the casualties are indeed too great."

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We crossed the roadblocks easily, but the hardest part was crossing the piles of corpses. After turning a crossroad, the shouts of killing were deafening. We finally saw the vanguard of the Bagauda troops, who were storming a roadblock. The wooden platform, which was one person high, was filled with fully armed Roman soldiers. They roared, holding javelins and throwing them at the crowd below. Bagauda members kept falling down, and the Bagauda soldiers were also fighting back with their spears. The wooden platform had already been stained with blood.

(End of this chapter)