The Legend of Fatality

The area in the northeast of Fatalin Island is not much different from other places. Except for a large lush forest, there are only a few high mountains rising in the east. There is a destination for the rebels, and their leaders believe that drilling into the mountains and waiting patiently for their time is their best option.

Rickey Rubio smiled into the distance.

"The Fatalin Society still has good commanders, such as the previous one." He said to his adviser Gasol, handing him the telescope in his hand.

The old man took this delicate device from Rubio with a little doubt. Rubio knew that Gasol hated using it. To his old eyes, it must be like a strange and daunting magical instrument.

For how it gathers distant objects in such a clear way to use it, there is no better explanation besides magic, and the device carved on its metal surface is both strange and weird.

Rubio knows more about the principles of telescopes. This was taken from the pygmy administrator in a relatively remote armory. But he likes to make his men think there is something magical in it. This disguise enhanced his prestige.

Gasol reluctantly placed the telescope cylinder in front of his healthier eyes, and took a moment to scan the scenery ahead.

"Aha," Gasol finally said. "I saw them. They are hiding around the road to the east. How do they know our route? There are traitors out of the team?"

Gasol handed the telescope to Rubio, his face looked worried. Rubio shook his head.

"No, I don't think so," Rubio said, glancing at those people again. "I will know if some people in the team are not loyal enough. You know what the Fatalin Association will do to them if they want to go back, whether it is a whistleblower or not. I guess the person who tracks us is just very good at him jobs."

Rubio put down the telescope again, carefully put it in the protective cover, and then put it back. He felt a strange feeling in himself. He should have been deeply annoyed that the forces of the Fatalin Association had found him, but for some reason he did not. On the contrary, he was swallowed by a new feeling, like excitement or joy. The thought of having a real contest with the commander of the Fatalin Association, a contest of wisdom and command level, gave him a peculiar impulse.

Gasol looked at him blankly.

"So what shall we do now?" He asked.

Rubio thought for a while.

"If I were him," he said, absently pulling his earlobe, thoughtfully, "I will not go all out to ambush. The other party's arrangement gives us room for choice. We must be careful because I don't Think this is a stupid commander. But obviously he does n’t know how many people are here. If we send a group of fast riders to the trap, we may bounce it up, and the team he ambushed will jump on its own. Come out. With his subordinates distracted, the rest of our troops can advance east and reach the mountains. When we enter the mountains, we will be safe. "

Gasol did not seem convinced.

"This plan is too dangerous. We cannot afford such a fierce battle, at least in our current state. If he has other means, we may not be wiped out. As you said before, we must go In those mountains, rebuild from there. "

Rubio grinned at the old man with a wolf-like expression on his face.

"What about your adventurous spirit, my friend?" Rubio said with a smile. "Anyway, we have faced death and will be a dead man sooner or later. Before we go to the gallows, let's take a look at this Fatalin Association How smart is the running dog, eh? "

Rubio knew that Gasol did not like his black sense of humor, but the old man just nodded and stood up.

"That's it," Gasol said tiredly. "However, since you choose to do this, let us do it well."

Two people hurried down from the top of the high mountain and returned to the wooded valley, where most of the rebels waited patiently. After so many attacks from the plague mutant creatures, Rubio was glad to see that they still looked at him with trusting eyes. Perhaps, considering what they had experienced while working for the brutal Fatalin Association, it was much more difficult for them to give up participating in the resistance.

"Guys!" Rubio shouted with a loud voice. "We are going to continue to the mountains in the distance, we will take refuge there. There are more rebels waiting for us in that mountain, with their help, we should be able to stay there for a while, Restore our strength. "

Rubio paused, giving his soldiers some time to digest what he said.

"But we have to get there first. Now, there is a trap ahead of us. I want you to provide twenty volunteers with me to attract their attention. If you are a good rider and can be in the forest Ride your horse on the trail, then you can volunteer. "

Rubio continued with a smile to the soldiers in front of him.

"I plan to take people from the Fatalin Association to dance a cheerful dance ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ and the rest of us are going to the mountains under the cover of the trees. If all goes well, we will be unscathed. Arrived and ready to meet the challenges of the new day. If we fail, we will fight according to the plan of the commander of the Fatalin Society. Believe me, I definitely do n’t want to do that. Now, who supports me? "

A group of people raised their hands, and some hot-headed rebels hurriedly mounted their horses and began to push forward, trying to come to Rubio.

This time, Rubio smiled heartily. He quickly selected the twenty best riders from the crowd who rushed to the front to separate them from the other soldiers. Then he also mounted a horse.

"Gasol," he yelled down on his horse, "wait here for half an hour before leaving. We will try to lead most of the troops in the hands of the commander of the Fatalin Association. We will go south Go, then get rid of them as soon as possible and then go to you. "

Then he leaned over and continued with a lower voice beside the old man.

"I think there are enough battles left for you, but by that time, we have led his best troops to the vain pursuit. No matter who the commander of the Fatalin Association is, he I have been dreaming of the shadow in the woods for days! "

The old man still seemed to persuade him, but he glanced at the crowd around him, and chose the silence wisely. But his somewhat muddy eyes revealed his concerns about the leader of the resistance. The reason why this team still exists is because of the person riding the horse, if he fails. The old man didn't think he could lead the rest to persevere in the mountains.