Chapter 59 War, is war (2/2)

*Crack* Hearing his enemy’s rib break, Shaar immediately jumped up and climbed the tree like a lynx. While watching Kevin smash another opponent into a pulp another Icefield hunter suddenly threw himself at Kevin’s back! The hunter wrapped himself tightly on Kevin with both his legs around Kevin’s waist. Kevin immediately struggled several times but he was actually incapable of throwing him off! The Icefield hunter clinging onto Kevin’s back suddenly drew his short sword and viciously stabbed towards Kevin’s neck……

Shaar did not hesitate, and immediately threw the fire pitchfork in his hand like a trident of lightning.. Kevin whom already felt the rush of cold air on his neck started to feel despair in his heart. Suddenly he heard something else was rushing towards him. *Shink!* Fresh blood suddenly started to drip down on his ear and the northman’s body got stiff and fell down. When he turned around he saw that the head of opposite party was pierced by a pitchfork!

Jumping down, Shaar pulled the fire pitchfork out of his victim. Gasping for air, Kevin panted, “I owe you my life!”

Shaar only grinned back……

Only four of the Byzantine Cavalry Scouts remained.. However, the Icefield hunter finally whistled and retreated from the battle circle. Quickly leaping on the tre, a few shadows no longer regrouped to attack and instead they hurriedly escaped far away into the darkness……

Fourteen cavalry scouts were killed during this sneak attack but the casualties of the Icefield hunters were ten. Of those ten enemies who were killed, Shaar and Kevin had killed six. Obviously if Kevin and Shaar didn’t attended this scouting mission this cavalry scout unit would’ve probably been wiped out!

After their first confrontation the powerful Odin’s hunters left a deep impression in Shaar’s mind.

When the enemies retreated far enough, Kevin immediately sat down. In fact, most of the Cavalry scouts were barely standing. The team leader was still alive, and used his hands to support himself on a big tree. The blood from the wound on his ribs had already stained half of his body crimson.

Kevin saw that Shaar looked a bit different after the attack and pulled him aside while whispering, “Odins are always cruel and these Icefield hunters were inborn scouts of the Odins. Although they are our enemy, it can be said that their individual battle efficiency is higher compared to the Byzantines.”

Pausing, Kevin added, “The general said once: When those fellows gather together, they are just like a group of unorganized mops and we can always defeat them.”

However, after the battle, the fourteen companions with whom he shared his meal and company for several days with turned into ice-cold corpses.

Regarding these cavalrymen they didn’t entertain their sadness and just silently cleaned up the battlefield. Moving their companions’ corpses to one spot, they inspected their enemies carefully and gratefully for any clues. Those who had yet to die were killed off without hesitation.

They proceeded in total silence and nobody said a word!

For these people who seemed to get used to those kind of life and death on the battlefield, their faces did not show any sorrow. Their grief turned to hatred and it was reflected in their eyes!

The injured team leader stood in a front a corpse and looked at it for a while – That was the soldier who died in first during that sneak attack with an arrow shot through neck. He fell from the tree and his water bag was still nailed at his neck. The water bag was already empty and formed a pool of blood next to the body……

The team leader looked at this young soldier in silence and his eyes flashed a look that resembled sadness!

Then he turned furiously and screamed with a hoarse voice, “We don’t have time to delay! Now that we have discovered the enemy we must immediately ride back with the message! Everyone get on your horses!”

The team leader quickly climbed on his horse and the remaining cavalrymen followed his suit, and they instantly left this forest of slaughtering.

After riding more than a dozen miles, Kevin whispered to Shaar……

“The soldier who died was the son of the team leader.”

！？？

Shaar was shocked.

During the past few days, this young cavalry scout did not left any deep impression in Shaar’s mind. He only remembered that he had a plain, firm and resolute look. He would occasionally smile and was a bit of a shy look…..

For these past days,when facing team leader he would also shout like everyone else “team leader” and did not shout father. He did not obtain the least bit of favourable treatment from the team leader and even the harshest tasks like surveillance or night watch were given to him……

Only a small moment was given to a father to bid farewell to his son.

Only a small moment of life and death to brutally divide their kinship!

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During the first battle after Shaar joined the army, the experience of that team leader looking at his dead son with deathly solitude, was a memory that was deeply carved in Shaar’s heart.

Regarding this young hunter, this fierce small battle that occurred in front of him suddenly reminded him of a fact:

War, was not like hunting in the woods of the mountain!

War, was not like adventuring on the Primal Wildfire!

War, is…..War!!