Chapter 221 Deserter
"Lady Lysabel."

The leader of the resistance stretched out his hands to stop the people behind him and told them to put down their weapons immediately.

His men hesitated for a moment, then obeyed the order and lowered their raised weapons.

“You’re finally here.”

The captain of the resistance stretched out his hand and made a gesture. After seeing the gesture, his men dispersed and began to be on guard around.

"I remember you were Onnis's subordinate, and now you are the captain?"

Lisabel glanced at the resistance fighters. Except for the captain, their faces were unfamiliar.

"Are they all newcomers?"

The resistance captain nodded.

"Most of them joined on the way to break out here, and a small number joined after arriving here."

Lysabel shook her head.

Although these resistance fighters seemed to be on guard, their positions were not reasonable, and their vision did not completely cover the blind spots of others. In just ten seconds, Lisabel found three angles to launch a surprise attack without being discovered.

"Your men don't look very good."

It wasn't even just a matter of vision, these resistance fighters couldn't even stay focused when on guard. A resistance fighter heard what Lisabel said and turned around.

"You know what? We are all from the Vanguard Battalion. We have to take on the most difficult missions."

Obviously, this resistance fighter was very proud of being a member of the vanguard camp, which made Lisabel look up to them. These guys at least still had a sense of honor for their collective and were not completely rotten.

"What are you doing? Your mission is to guard the surroundings."

At his captain's roar, the resistance fighter turned his head and continued to be on guard around him.

"These people are newly recruited here, and their training level and standard are not yet sufficient."

The captain turned and looked at the resisters.

"But they are indeed the best soldiers now."

Lisabel frowned. In his memory, when they were breaking out in different directions, the worst resistance fighters were better than those in front of him.

"Where's Onnes?"

Lisabel thought of a possibility.

"Died during a raid on a noble fortress."

"So, what about Stola?"

This name was the commander of one of the resistance forces during the breakout. The resistance captain in front of him was his subordinate at the time. Since the resistance captain arrived here, Stola, as the commander, should have successfully arrived in this forest.

"Captain Stola? He died in another battle when we were trying to see if we could break through the blockade of the Principality's troops on the border."

"Where are Clinto, Serinda, and Mark Lane?"

These names are the commanders of the various resistance forces when they broke out separately.

Except for Clinto who seemed to have failed to arrive here in the end, the other two died in the battle in this area.

"Let me guess that the missions where they died were all ordered by Kahnke, and he was in command of them all?"

The resistance leader nodded. Lisabel was almost certain that her guess was correct.

"Sir, the body needs to be prepared for cremation."

Lysabelle's NCOs came up to her, having cleared the firebreak and gathered the mangled bodies.

Grease had been poured over the bodies, dead wood and branches had been piled up, torches had been lit, and they were waiting for Lisabel's orders.

"Wait a minute, have you found Kahnke's body?"

The captain of the resistance fighters at the side spoke up. He had not forgotten his mission this time. In addition to collecting the bodies, he also needed to confirm whether Kahnke was dead or alive.

The camp is now in chaos. After losing their supreme commander, the new resistance fighters, who already lacked discipline, are about to turn the camp upside down. Many people choose to leave, and before leaving, they do not forget to steal valuable things from other resistance fighters.

The surviving resistance veterans barely managed to control the situation, but the resistance still needed to identify a new leader as soon as possible. Before that, Kank's life or death needed to be confirmed.

"Kahnke, he should appear among the corpses?"

The resistance captain nodded.

"He seemed to be carrying out some secret mission. He personally led these trusted men out, and then they were all killed by the elf messenger."

Lysabel's sergeant beside him shook his head.

"No, there are no Kankes among these bodies."

Lysabel waved.

"ignition."

She looked back at the resistance captain in front of her.

"He shouldn't be dead yet. In this case, I have to hurry."

Lysabelle now needs to reach the resistance camp as soon as possible to confirm her leadership.

Lisabel probably already knew what happened to the commanders of those resistance forces that broke out separately. Relying on his command authority, Kank sent those who might threaten his position to carry out the most dangerous tasks, and personally commanded them to ensure that those people had no way to return from the mission alive.

There is no doubt that Kank has betrayed the original intention of the resistance movement, and he will not be lenient towards Lisabel.

Now, Lysabel is in a hurry.

Behind Lysabel, flames rose into the air.

"Take me to your camp."

Now Lisabel had no time to pray for the dead in front of the fire. She looked at the captain of the resistance in front of her and gave orders.

The captain hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"follow me."

But at the same time, it was not only Lisabel and her group who rushed to the resistance camp.

"Stop it all."

When Lisabel arrived at the camp, she saw the two teams on the verge of a conflict.

"Lady Lysabel."

Someone on one side recognized Lysabel, and among them were some members of the resistance who had scattered before the breakout.

On the other side, in Lisabel's eyes, there were some unfamiliar faces. Obviously, they were all so-called resistance fighters who had just joined recently.

"Don't stop us. Lord Karnke is gone, and there's no need for us to stay here."

Those new resistance members were obviously leaving.

"You have to leave your supplies behind. You won't need them after you leave."

"Who said we don't want it? We can still rob those villages in other places."

Lisabel roughly understood what was happening before her eyes. She raised her hand and made a gesture. The sergeant beside her raised his heavy crossbow and shot the leaders of the resistance who were about to leave.

"Article 15 of the Military Regulations: Deserters shall be killed without mercy."

The resistance fighters who were about to leave seemed to be intimidated and stopped moving, watching the situation being brought under control. Another group of people came out of the woods.

(End of this chapter)