Lord of War

  A epee was swung, the cold light was like a light, and he brought up a broken arm and a canopy of blood sprayed out.

  Blood beads floated out along the trajectory of the swinging edge of the epee sword, landing in a line.

  The one who was severed with a sword was a young militiaman. He looked like he was only eighteen or nine years old.

  This militiaman is still very young. He should have a future full of infinite possibilities, but now he has to use his own life as the price in this war to defend his homeland and do his best to drive away the invaders.

  The militiaman already had several scars on his body, and the severed left arm was not even his fatal wound! On his back, there was a hideous scar extending from the tail vertebra to the neck of the neck. The skin of the scar was rolled up on both sides, exposing the inner cervical spine. Following the movement of the militia, the cervical spine looked like It's like breaking out of the body.

The loss of blood has long made his face extremely pale, and even his own mind is completely unconscious, but he has always stood and never fell down. The firm belief and amazing will in his heart make him the most eye-catching in the battlefield here. Silhouette. The sharp pain in his left hand made his facial features distorted extremely hideously, but he still did not choose to take a half step back. The spear held tightly in his right hand had just penetrated an enemy's body, and it seemed a little difficult to pull out at this moment, so he simply stretched it out. With his right hand, he was going to pinch the epee soldier of the Habind snake who had cut off his left hand.

  Another cold glow like electricity!

  This time, the young militiaman who had lost his right hand finally collapsed completely, and he let out a terrible scream.

  The man holding the epee has a hideous face, his eyes are red, he has a thick snort, and his face is extremely excited. He clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the epee high in his hand, as if venting something and cheering himself up, roaring like a beast, and again toward the young man whose arms had been cut off by himself. The militia slashed past.

  The sharp sword made a whistling sound, and it seemed that even the air was going to be cut.

  The epee fell on the neck of the militiamen. There was a slight resistance from the blade, but it could not stop the terrible force of the epee.

  This time, there was no blood splashing. It seemed that the blood in the militia had been completely drained.

The Jianfeng cut the skin apart and landed on the inner cervical vertebrae. With a slight effort, even the cervical vertebrae had been cut off, and then the epee slashed out diagonally, swaying a blood line again. .

   Screaming, stopped abruptly.

  The militiamen slid diagonally to the left from the incision of the epee from the upper body above the chest cavity. Then the other half of the body, which finally lost the control of the brain, knelt to the ground and slowly fell down. The little blood left from the cutout, but failed to form a pool of blood.

  The man holding the epee raised his head, his hideous face made him look a little crazy, his eyes moved on the battlefield, as if he was looking for a target.

  Just before finding a new target, there was a sudden sharp pain in the back, followed by a sharp pain in the chest. He lowered his head, and then saw a small spear pierced through his chest. The wooden barrel and the iron tip of the gun had been dyed dark red, and there were even a little bit of minced organs on the tip of the gun. .

The hideous man suddenly stretched out his left hand, and then grasped the barrel of the gun. He gritted his teeth. Judging from the power from his left hand, the other party seemed to be trying to withdraw the spear. Then the hideous man held the hilt of the epee with one hand and exhausted all his strength, turning around and driving the epee towards the rear, but this time, perhaps because of the imbalance in his power, the hideous man’s right hand could not be raised so high. The blade of the epee only smashed into the right rib of the person behind him, and then got stuck because of exhaustion.

  Fresh and hot blood sprayed out from the wound under the ribs like a blowout.

  With a trace of unwillingness and resentment, the right hand of the man with the epee gradually loosened, and he could no longer hold the hilt of the epee.

   and lost support, the heavy sword fell to the ground with a bang.

  This sword seems to have failed to completely take the life of this militiaman, but in a battlefield like this right now, this sword is also equivalent to taking the life of this militiaman.

The young militiaman bit his lower lip and endured the severe pain from his right rib. His left hand quickly stretched out to cover it, but blood still kept pouring from between his fingers, quickly staining his left hand and clothes red. Then drop by drop from the gap between the fingers to the ground. The militiaman seemed to be distracting, and his right hand was holding the barrel of the spear tightly. Because of too much force and the knuckles were even white, he suddenly used force to pull the spear out. This time, there was no force to stop him from pulling out the spear. But because of the wrong estimation of power, he staggered back a few steps.

   "Wow!"

   There was a sharp cracking sound softly.

  A feather arrow suddenly shot into the throat of this young militiaman. Because of its strength, the arrow of this feather arrow even broke through the back of the militia's neck and came out!

  This strong force even made the militiamen’s staggering steps become even greater. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to make a sound, but only made a sob of unknown meaning. Putting the spear on the ground to stabilize the figure that I may continue to retreat or even fall as a result, but then another arrow was shot, and a "poof" shot into the heart of the militia, but this The feather arrow did not come out through the body once.

  The militia continued to stand on the spot. He held the spear in his backhand, then raised it forcefully, making a throwing motion.

  His eyes were a little blurred, but the archer who was only more than 30 meters away from him, he was a little swayed like drunk, and couldn't aim. He could only see that the opponent's archer had already opened the short bow, and then hit a new feather arrow, but he had not shot the arrow, so there were already two feather arrows from the left and the right. When it came, an arrow shot through his left hand and pierced his right rib, and another arrow shot into his left eye.

  The last scene he saw in his consciousness was that the archer whom he used as the target released the bowstring in his hand and shot the feather arrow at him.

  The gun held high by the militiamen failed to throw it after all.

  His consciousness began to be surrounded by darkness, and fell slowly. But until the last moment of death, the corners of his mouth were raised, and it was a gratifying smile, because in that last scene, he saw not only an arrow directed at him, but also Holding a long spear, his companion broke through the blockade of several shields and shields. The one who rushed the fastest, screamed like a beast while piercing the long spear into the archer's body.

  His remaining last consciousness can vaguely figure out who this companion is avenging himself.

In the impression of   , he seemed to live next door to him. His mother seemed to have died due to a dystocia. Originally, he had his own father and an uncle in his family. But a few years earlier, it seemed that he died in the war between the Principality of Lane and the kingdom. I heard that it was killed by a very beautiful female mage. Now there seems to be only one grandfather left in the family?

  But didn’t you hear that he was severely injured in the conflict with the Habind Snake the other day? Why can you still come here now?

  However, he can no longer figure out the answer, but he only needs to know that he is not alone.

  At least I still have companions, they will definitely work hard together with my share!

  ...The cruelty and tragic of the war finally let these militiamen know that this is not training, and it is not something that can be solved by just saying "Oh, we lost."

  Because this is the real battle for their lives!

  The loser will pay the price of their lives in this war.

  Before this, these militiamen had not been too obvious disadvantages in the secret fight with the Snake of Habind, and the fights between them had always been mutually successful. This made them feel that the so-called Harbind's Serpent Mercenary Group seemed to be just like that, and it was nothing great.

  But until now, when the two sides are really betting on a life war, they only know how naive their previous thoughts are.

  When these mercenaries took up their weapons, the combat effectiveness they showed was nothing like before. Perhaps it was because they were accustomed to life and death and bloodshed, so no matter how fierce the war was, they still did not forget the tactical coordination, they advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, and they also knew how to protect and support each other. From these combat awareness and combat experience At last, the militia finally knew the gap between itself and them.

   Nearly forty people ambush a team of Harbind’s Snakes, and they were the first to charge and attack.

However, apart from successfully killing a few people in the first sneak attack, they then became the slaughtered party-just a counterattack by the enemy, the so-called cooperation became a joke, and their formation was easy. Ripped and cut by the opponent, then under the opponent's long-range strike, it becomes a moving target. If it wasn't for several militiamen desperately tore apart a front line, and even a figure of a militiaman who had not fallen down even if his hands were cut off and his blood was drained, they would have been afraid that they would not be able to completely annihilate the team.

  But with this result, it was finally succeeded when another group of people came to support.

Nearly forty people, including the more than 20 people who came to support, there are more than 60 people in total. In the case of less than 30 opponents, they paid more than 30 lives before they finally got all the money. Annihilated the opponent.

  Can such a result be called a victory?

  Looking at the stumps, broken corpses, weapons scattered on the ground, and blood that stained almost the entire street, such a naked and shocking scene finally let the militia know the cruelty of the war. Everyone's complexion became abnormally pale, and the strong smell of blood even made several people leaned over and vomited, and some even had their eyes dull and seemed to be a little confused.

   "Bang Dang".

  Everyone was awakened.

  They saw a militiaman throwing away their weapons. They remembered that this man seemed to be named Nok. His father and uncle died on the battlefield, and his mother died of dystocia, and only depended on his grandfather. At this moment, he seems to have some injuries on his body.

"We won this battle!" Knock said in a deep voice, and then picked up a spear belonging to the Harbind snake mercenary on the ground. It was an iron spear. "Even if our casualties are heavy, But if the opponent is wiped out, it is still our victory!... We can't stay in a daze here, the town needs us, we must work hard to protect our homeland! Even if we die in battle, we will not hesitate!"

  The eyes of all the militiamen suddenly brightened, as if their fighting spirit had been rekindled.

   "Deadly fight!" Nock roared.

   "Dead battle!" all the militiamen shouted.