Chapter 27, Confrontation, Fierce Fighting and Killing

"kill!"

"Come on!"

Kiel and the others screamed for death, and along with the dust formed by the collapse of the wall, they were like evil spirits emerging from the fog. They rushed out and stabbed the thugs who were fleeing in the yard one by one with their spears. wear.

With a bang, Kil stabbed a thug who had his back to him to death at the gate of the yard. He turned around to look at the others and found that the other thugs had been killed by the militiamen who came out in groups of three and two, with spears. A trap of encirclement and killing was formed, and the thugs from the Chamber of Commerce who had nowhere to escape were stabbed to death in the yard.

Seeing more frightened and angry thugs outside the courtyard gate, Kil immediately shouted loudly: "I will guard the gate, and the others will immediately occupy the base of the wall and kill all the SKA Chamber of Commerce personnel on the street outside!"

"good!"

"we know!"

Although Kiel is not a Crow knight, Kiel's brave performance tonight has already convinced the militiamen.

Everyone rushed over, leaning the spears in their hands against the two-meter-high wall, then took out their crossbows, cocked them, and put in the crossbow arrows. Then one person squatted half-crouched at the base of the wall, and another person stepped on the person with a crossbow, sticking his weapon and head out, looking out at the street behind the collapsed carriage, and there were dozens of enemies.

He took aim with the crossbow and fired directly at the enemy who seemed to be the easiest to kill.

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When the sound of the wall collapsing came from one side of the defense line, the mercenary in command felt something was not good.

Sure enough, what followed was a series of rushing sounds and brief wailing.

The mercenaries under command immediately summoned capable men to prepare for the opponent's attack. But there was only one soldier in red armor blocking the courtyard gate beside everyone.

Iron armor, spears, and shields, you can tell at a glance that this is not an enemy that can be easily dealt with. But the other most dangerous soldiers did not appear.

But following the command of the soldier, the mercenary realized that something was wrong.

"Quick! Come up with me, don't let them take over! Kill!"

He shouted loudly, and immediately drove away a dozen thugs surrounding him, and together they fought towards the ordinary farmer's yard along the street.

But when he sideways drew out the steel sword that had killed countless enemies from behind, the situation he least expected to see happened.

Crossbows popped out from the wall along the street, and the heads of those damn soldiers who ran out of nowhere to attack them also popped up.

Swish swish swish——

After a short and long breath, several crossbow bolts were launched, knocking down several people at once.

He turned sideways nervously and blocked himself with a broad sword. After instantly confirming that he was not being targeted, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately drove away the other frightened thugs: "Kill, rush forward and kill! You can't wait. Stay where you are!”

The mercenary was right. After firing the crossbows, the militiamen sank down the wall. In just half a breath, several others emerged from under the wall.

The mercenary wielding the sword took a quick glance and confirmed that they were not the same group of people just now.

He stopped the legs and feet that had just taken two steps, and relied on years of practice to position himself sideways with the smallest area of ​​contact with the enemy. With the steel sword in front of him, he guarded against this wave of deadly crossbow arrows.

Swish swish swish——

Among the thugs he drove away, the five at the front were all neatly hit by arrows. The thug who hit the torso fell directly to the ground, and was then trampled under the feet of his companions behind him.

The other thugs seemed to instantly remember the dozens of people who had been shot on the street just now. They knew that if they did not rush to the yard to interrupt the shooting of these people, they would all be shot without the carriage as a cover. here.

These people still had the courage to rush forward, and more people who were not stopped by the mercenaries had already fled. There are many people who have the courage to shout or throw stones behind the seemingly safe carriage wreckage, but there are very few people who have the courage to actively participate in bloody battles.

Especially young people in some villages. They were called up overnight and paid to incite them to resist the "enemy" attack. These young people who had never seen blood could throw stones from a distance, but they were asked to fight directly. They looked at their injured companions who fell to the ground, picked up weapons, and went up to fight. Among the more than twenty people, there were only two or three.

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Kil took a deep breath, then roared and stabbed the spear forward.

A thug with a machete also tried to cut off Kiel's spear with the weapon, but this man overestimated his own skills. Kil accelerated directly, and penetrated the opponent's chest straight through the middle of the opponent's chest half a step ahead.

Although the middle of the chest is protected by the sternum, behind it is the heart, which is the fatal place. Any injury here, no matter how big or small, is fatal.

The thug whose heart was crushed instantly fell to the ground wailing, while Kil retreated and drew out the spear stained red with blood.

But more people came to kill them. Although the corpses on the ground slowed down some people, the situation in Kiel was still not good.

He grasped the wooden handle of the spear that was full of blood, and with one sweep he forced back several thugs who were approaching, and even used the blade of the spear to scratch the handsome face of a young thug.

Another person rushed over, but this time he was different. This person was tall, wearing half armor, a studded leather skirt and boots, and a rough metal helmet on his head.

But these are not important. The steel sword in this man's hand is the only reason why Keir is cautious.

This mercenary-looking enemy stretched his sword straight forward, more like he was holding a shield than a weapon.

Kiel's spear was longer and he attacked first.

call--

Knowing that the opponent was not mediocre, Kiel started by placing his spear on the ground and thrusting forward. When he was close to the opponent, he raised his foot and kicked the gun shaft, using the force to bounce the tip of the spear and stab most of the opponent's body.

However, the opponent had rich combat experience. When faced with Kiel's spear coming towards the ground, he swung the sword in both hands downwards and struck it directly on the tip of Kiel's spear. He then tilted the spear towards a side. Shoot sideways.

Kil raised his leg and kicked, causing the spear head in his hand to fly high, completely unable to hit anyone.

The mercenary on the opposite side had an overjoyed expression on his face, and he ran towards him in long strides, dragging the sword at his side backwards to charge up, preparing to kill the young armored soldier with one sword strike.

But Kil directly let go, ignoring the raised spear, and directly hit the charging enemy with his shield.

The attack range of your sword is smaller than that of the spear, so you have to rush close to the spear to attack. Then I will use my shield to get closer to you, and then it will be equally difficult for you to unfold your sword.

Kil's thrust of the shield was far beyond the mercenary's expectations. Facing the metal shield coming straight towards his face, he had to slow down and slash forward in advance with the big sword held in both hands at his side. .

"die!"

The heavy steel sword drew a fatal slash and hit the front of Kiel's tilted shield in an instant.

state! ! ! !

The heavy blow caused Kil's feet to leave the ground for a moment, leaving a neat slanted sword mark on the front of the shield forged from light elf metal.

Kil's right hand was placed behind the shield of his left hand, and his arms were braced, so that he could forcefully absorb the power of this attack.

The iron boots of both feet made two drag marks of more than ten centimeters on the ground. Only then did Kil recover from this particularly loud attack.

His red eyes were the first to recover from the sound of metal. Kil placed the shield in his left hand directly against the opponent's sword, and then moved closer to the enemy.

The mercenary took a breath, stepped back, drew the sword with both hands for half a moment, and then flicked his arm, slamming the sword onto Kil's stretched left thigh.

But this usually tried-and-true trick of breaking off a leg at close range to hinder the opponent didn't work. What the mercenary responded to was not that the opponent's skin was torn to pieces, or that one of his legs and feet was removed.

Just another loud clang of metal.

clang! !

"%*&&, annoying rich people!"

The mercenary cursed loudly, and the young warrior was actually covered in iron armor. In this case, if you don't charge up and slash with all your strength, it will be difficult for your own sword to kill the opposing warrior.

More outrageous things followed.

Although the front of Kil's thigh hurt, as if he had been hit by a hammer, it didn't bother him.

Seeing that the opponent's counterattack was just like this, Kil summoned up the courage to reach down with his left arm and clamped the opponent's sword blade with his left arm and body.

The mercenary held the hilt of the sword and twisted the sword fiercely, but all that came out was the crunching sound of metal wrestling, and sparks from the twisting collision between the not-sharp sword blade and the opponent's breastplate.

Under the mask, Kil was particularly excited. Looking at the mercenary with a distorted face opposite him, he directly raised his armored right fist and punched the opponent hard in the middle of the chest.

Boom! ! !

There was an indescribable collision sound, whether it was a muffled sound or something else. The mercenary on the opposite side suddenly changed his expression. He had no choice but to take out a hand from the hilt of his sword and open it into a palm to block another iron fist from Kil.

The mercenary grinned, his palms under the leather gloves particularly painful. He looked at the pieces of steel armor on the young warrior's gloves and cursed.

But during the entanglement, Kiel's iron fist came again.

This time he wanted to block it with his palm, but in Kiel's eyes, everything around him was actually like a video at 0.5x speed. Everything was slowed down, but not that slow.

The man stretched out his hand to block it last time, but this time Kil controlled his fist and turned it slightly sideways. Instead of colliding with the center of the opponent's open palm, the fist grazed the opponent's fingers with great force, and then hit hard. In the other person's face.

The lower edge of the helmet protected most of the opponent's cheek, but Kiel's punch still made the mercenary's face crooked, and the teeth on the side where the punch was struck opened from the opponent's side with a crunching sound. Escaping from my lips, along with blood and saliva, those teeth shouted that I was free, and fell to the ground with joy.

"Ah! The company of the nest!"

The mercenary was mumbling something, and wanted to hit Tie Fist's left face with his left hand, but he found that the ring finger and little finger on his palm were turned over at a strange angle.

Two of his fingers were also broken.

Seeing the young warrior coming again, the mercenary retreated angrily, away from Kiel.

Kil was particularly excited, and he wanted to rush up and beat the mercenary to death with his fists. But after the mercenary retreated, he waved his hands at the thugs on the left and right. These guys who couldn't intervene in the battle then rushed toward Kiel with howls.

Looking at the dozen or so enemies rushing towards him, Kil calmed down and retreated directly.

After retreating to the gate of the wall, Kil picked up the spear that fell on the ground, swung it left and right, and tried to resist while retreating.

At this moment, more than a dozen militiamen emerged from the collapsed wall behind them. These militiamen all held spears and gathered behind Kiel.

Kil turned around and took a look. He immediately lowered his body happily and retreated to the side of the militiamen's spears.

The thugs still wanted to rush in, but just for a moment, the dense militiamen standing there thrust more than a dozen spears straight at the gate of the wall.

The overwhelming murderous intent as the spear thrust out dispelled the thugs' desire to move forward.

Unable to move forward or retreat, they had to huddle under the other side of the wall, their faces full of bitterness, not knowing what to do now.

The mercenary, sweating profusely, forcibly straightened his fingers, and then used vague words to ask the thugs to break through with him.

"Pfft, we can retreat! Come back and fight, otherwise we will all be scummed to death!"

Seeing these thugs, they were still hesitant. The mercenaries knew that they could not count on them and had to take the lead in the fight.

"Fight it, fight it. Oh oh oh oh."

He roared angrily, held the guy eating tightly, and kissed the cold steel sword for the last time with his blood-stained lips.

Then he looked neither sad nor happy, panting heavily and rushed towards the gate of the wall covered with spear points.

A militiaman who poked his head out from the wall aimed at him with a crossbow, and shot out an arrow. However, the crossbow arrow only hit the mercenary's half-armor. The arrow penetrated into the iron armor and hung firmly. on top.

The mercenary grunted and knocked the hilt of his great sword to interrupt the crossbow arrow so as not to interfere with the battle later.

He howled and rushed out from the side of the gate. The steel sword slammed down from the sides of the spears. After cutting off the tips of three or four spears in a row, he stopped due to lack of strength.

Then he twisted the sword body, then kicked it with his foot, using the force of the sword to kick it up, and turned around. The cold sword drew a perfect circle from front to top, then back, down, and forward.

In the staggered footsteps, the powerful sword struck the spear again from bottom to top.

There were a few crackling sounds, and the tips of three more spears were cut off.

"Five steps back!"

Knight Crow's voice sounded.

The spear-wielding militiamen immediately took five steps back. The gate of the wall was no longer blocked by a forest of spears. The thugs outside were more energetic, preparing to fight in with the extremely brave mercenaries.

But Knight Crow, who was riding on the other side of the street blocked by the carriage, just looked past the flames and the overturned carriage and looked at the battlefield on the opposite side.

Commanded with cold words.

"Kiel, use your long sword to kill the enemy and lead everyone to attack. The more critical the moment, the more important it is to launch an attack and fight for the initiative on the battlefield."

The mercenary turned his head sharply and looked at the knight opposite the overturned carriage.

His face was extremely ugly.

“My ￥ x-on:% # ￥ Ska Chamber of Commerce!!!”

This sad and angry curse came out mixed with the blood in his mouth.

This was followed by Keir's loud response: "Yes, sir!"

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Kiel strode out of the militia team, then ran quickly, rushed out of the gate of the wall, and rushed in front of everyone under the horrified eyes of the thugs and the mercenary.

Then Kil, who lowered his body and slowed down, used the shield in his left hand to protect himself, blocking the sword from the mercenary.

Amidst the sound of metal clashing, Kil took out the long sword from his left waist with his right hand to hunt, and then did not fight back. Instead, he raised his head high, straightened his arms, and stretched the long sword vertically into the deep sky.

At this moment, it was illuminated by the firelight not far away, the scattered and burning lighting torches on the battlefield, and the crescent moon looking here in the sky.

On the gray long sword, the prayer praising the sun god shone brightly in an instant, and all the divine power contained in it surged out.

These divine powers vibrated and transformed into white light like flowing water, entwining around the sword.

For a brief moment, this surging white light swelled, expanded, and expanded, like a sun falling into the ground. In a time shorter than the blink of an eye, according to Keir's will, it transformed into the entire world. On the battlefield, the entire Dead Leaf Village was illuminated and illuminated.

Most of the people exclaimed, there was no distinction between friend and foe, and everyone's eyes were filled with a bright white light.

But in the end, there was still a difference between ourselves and the enemy. The white light in front of the militiamen's eyes weakened in the blink of an eye, while the thugs secretly observed the villagers here from a distance, as well as the middle-aged men in black hiding themselves in the trees.

They could see nothing but white light in front of their eyes.

"Why are you here again? Unlucky."

The middle-aged man in black seemed to be mastering the skill. He fell from the tree in a controlled manner and fell safely into the bushes under the tree. Then he huddled himself into a ball and stayed in a dark corner with the shadow of the tree. He decided not to go anywhere tonight. , just stay here safely.

"The little bird archer Ronde Jefferson is finished. Unexpectedly, even Gerardo the 'Zhanwu' is finished, that young man. Bah, bah, bah. It seems that my trip was in vain. Hey, sleep, sleep, sleep. Take a nap. Say it again."

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The mercenary Gerardo was the closest to Kiel, not even two meters away, so the sudden burst of white light destroyed everything in front of him.

He couldn't see anything, howling and waving the sword indiscriminately, and even cut a blinded thug in half when he approached in the chaos.

"Who did you kill? Who did you kill?"

He shouted in panic, but did not dare to stop wielding the sword with both hands for a moment.

Because even though he was so panicked at this moment, he still knew one thing.

If he stops like this, he will be trampled to death immediately and easily like a chicken.

"I am 'Zhanwu' Gerardo Hall. I am from the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group! No matter who you are, you cannot kill me! My brothers will avenge me! They will avenge me! We are a pack of wolves, if one wolf dies, others will attack!”

"Ahhhh! One wolf dies, and many wolves attack!"

The mercenary yelled, while stumbling and waving his sword, trying to walk towards the center of Dead Leaf Village in the previous direction.

If he can make it through alive, then he still has a glimmer of hope.

And now that he is still alive, he may be wielding the sword, or the words he shouted may have an effect.

Kil looked at the thugs running around like headless flies and his companions not far away who had gradually recovered.

He muttered: "Wolf? I hate wolves. Everyone in Kendall hates wolves."

Lowering his body, Kil placed the long sword that had turned into a gray blade on the side of the shield. The shield was stretched forward, and the whole person was like a drawn crossbow.

His eyes were fixed on the mercenary not far away who was staggering towards the center of the village while vigorously wielding the steel sword.

Then adjust your breathing.

With a bang, Kil exploded with all the strength of his body, struggled to run with his legs, and accelerated himself.

behind.

Knight Crow's eyes glowed with earthy yellow, staring at Kil's movements at this time. He chuckled lightly, the light in his eyes disappeared, and then stopped looking, and instead comforted Hubirok, who was also blinded next to him.

"Stop howling, the blinding effect will disappear after a while."

Mr. Huberock, whose face was full of tears and snot, heard Knight Crow's voice and immediately stopped crying: "Hey, is that right?"

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The mercenary Gerardo sensed a murderous intention coming from behind.

This caused goosebumps all over his skin. It had been a long time since he had felt such fear like this.

Start by killing the first enemy?

Or from the hundredth civilian he killed?

The big sword in his hand no longer seemed to be indestructible. He regretted a little and should have accepted the group leader's suggestion to save part of each commission and buy himself some better equipment.

For example, a blinding white light can be emitted from the weapon.

He followed the induction and swung his sword in the direction of the murderous intent.

But at this moment, the sword only slightly touched part of the thing.

So fast!

Then his heart felt cold and hot blood spurted out. The trusty armor was useless and failed to block the enemy's attack.

The young warrior weighing hundreds of kilograms fit and hit him.

In an instant, the mercenaries were torn apart.