Chapter 168

When a heavy sword was waved, it was as cold as awn, with a broken arm and a shed of sprayed blood.

The blood beads floated out along the path of the blade of the epee and landed in a line.

The one whose arm was broken by a sword was a young militia. He looked about eighteen or nine years old.

The militia is still very young. He should have a future full of infinite possibilities, but now he has to do his best to drive away the invaders at the cost of his own life in the war to defend his homeland.

The militia's body has been scarred with terror, and the severed left arm is not even his fatal wound! On his back, there was a ferocious scar extending from the caudal vertebra to the neck. The skin and flesh of the scar rolled up on both sides to expose the inner cervical spine. With the action of the militia, the cervical spine looked like it was going to break out.

The blood loss had already made his face extremely pale, and even his own mind was completely unconscious, but he always stood and never fell down. His firm belief and amazing will made him the most eye-catching figure in the battlefield here. The sharp pain in his left hand twisted his facial features ferociously, but he still didn't choose to step back. The long gun held in his right hand just penetrated an enemy's body. At the moment, it seemed difficult to pull it out, so he simply stretched out his right hand to pinch the Epee soldier who cut off the habinder snake in his left hand.

Another cold light like electricity!

This time, the young militia who lost his right hand finally collapsed, and he uttered a terrible scream.

The man with a heavy sword has a ferocious face and red eyes. He breathes heavily and has the characteristics of extreme excitement on his face. He clenched the handle of the sword with both hands, raised the heavy sword in his hand, seemed to vent something and cheer himself up, made a roar like a beast, and waved it again towards the young militia whose arms were cut off by himself.

The sword made a whistling sound, as if even the air would be cut.

The Epee fell on the neck of the militia, and a faint resistance came 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 lost.

The blade cut the skin, and then fell on the inner layer of the cervical spine. With a slight force, even the cervical spine had been cut off, and then the Epee slashed out according to the trend, throwing a blood line again.

The scream stopped suddenly.

The militia slipped obliquely from the upper body above the chest to the left from the incision of the epee. Then he finally lost the other half of his body under the control of his brain, knelt to the ground and fell slowly. The little blood left flowed out of the cut-off, but failed to form a pool of blood.

The man holding the Epee raised his head. His ferocious face made him look crazy. His eyes wandered on the battlefield and seemed to be 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 piece of long gun running through his chest. The wooden barrel and iron head had been dyed dark red, and there were even some fine organs and minced meat at the head.

The ferocious man suddenly stretched out his left hand and held the gun. He clenched his teeth. Judging from the strength from his left hand, the other party seemed to be trying to pull the long gun back. Then the ferocious man held the handle of the Epee in one hand and turned with all his strength to drive the Epee to split towards the rear. However, this time, perhaps because of the imbalance of strength, the ferocious man's right hand could not be raised so high. The blade of the Epee just split into the right rib of his descendants, and then got stuck because of exhaustion.

Fresh and hot blood gushed out from the wound under the ribs.

With a trace of reluctance and resentment, the man's right hand gradually loosened and could no longer hold the handle of the epee.

And lost its support, and the Epee fell to the ground with a bang.

This sword seems to have failed to completely take the life of the militia, but in the current battlefield, this sword is also equivalent to taking the life of the militia.

The young militia bit his lower lip and endured the severe pain from his right rib. His left hand quickly stretched out to cover it, but the blood still gushed from between his fingers, quickly dyed his left hand and clothes red, and then fell to the ground drop by drop from between his fingers. The militia seemed to be distracted. He held the barrel of the long gun in his right hand. Because of too much force, his knuckles even turned white. He suddenly pulled out the long gun. This time, there was no force to prevent him from pulling out the long gun, but he staggered back a few steps because of the wrong estimation of power.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sharp sound of breaking the air.

A feather arrow suddenly shot into the throat of the young militia. Because of its strong strength, the arrow of the feather arrow even broke through the back neck of the militia!

This powerful force even made the militia's staggering pace bigger. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to make a sound, but only made a sob with no clear meaning. Put the long gun on the ground, so as to stabilize his body and continue to retreat. He may even fall down, but then another arrow was shot, "poof" into the heart of the militia, but this time the feather arrow didn't come out.

The militia still insisted on standing in place. He held the long gun in his back hand, then raised it vigorously and made a throwing action.

His eyes had been a little blurred. The archer, who was only more than 30 meters away from himself, shook like a drunk and couldn't aim. He could only see that the archer of the other side had opened his short bow and then put on a new feather arrow. However, before he shot this arrow, there were two feather arrows, one left and one right, from both sides. One arrow pierced his left hand and pierced his right rib, and the other arrow pierced his left eye.

The last scene he saw in his consciousness was that the archer whom he regarded as the target loosened the bow string in his hand and shot the feather arrow at himself.

The gun held high by the militia failed to be thrown after all.

His consciousness began to be surrounded by darkness and fell slowly. But at the last moment of his death, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, which was a satisfied smile, because in the last scene, he saw not only an arrow shot at himself, but also his companions holding a long gun and breaking through the locked defense line of several knife and shield hands. Among them, the fastest one roared like a beast, While stabbing the long gun in his hand into the archer's body.

His last remaining consciousness could vaguely figure out who the companion who avenged himself was.

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

But didn't I hear that he was seriously injured in the conflict with habinder's snake a few days ago? Why are you still here now?

However, he can't think of the answer clearly, but he just needs to know that he is not alone.

At least I have companions. They will work hard with me!

……

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

Because this is the real battle they want to bet their lives on!

Losers will pay the price of their lives in this war.

Before that, these militias did not lose too much obvious advantage in the secret fight with habinder snake, and the fights between them have always been win or lose. This makes them feel that the so-called habinder snake mercenary Corps seems to be just like that. It's no big deal.

But until now, when both sides really bet their lives on the war, they don't know how naive their previous ideas were.

When these mercenaries picked up their weapons, their combat effectiveness was almost different from before. Perhaps because they are used to life and death and bloodshed, even if the war is fierce, they still don't forget the tactical cooperation. They advance and retreat orderly with each other, and know how to protect and support each other. From these combat consciousness and combat experience, the militia finally knows the gap between themselves and them.

Nearly 40 people ambushed a team of habinder snakes, and they took the lead in charging and attacking.

However, in addition to successfully killing several people at the beginning of the sneak attack, they became the slaughtered Party - just a counter attack by the enemy, and the so-called cooperation became a joke. Their formation was easily torn and cut by the other party, and then became a moving target under the long-range attack of the other party. If not for several militiamen fighting to tear up a front, even a militiamen who had not fallen even if his hands were cut off and his blood drained all over shocked them, they were afraid that they would not be able to completely annihilate this team.

However, as a result, it was only when another group of people came to support it that it finally succeeded.

Nearly 40 people, including more than 20 people who came to support, there were more than 60 people. When the opponent had less than 30 people, they paid more than 30 lives to finally wipe out the opponent.

Can such a result be called a victory?

Looking at the broken limbs, broken bodies, scattered weapons and the blood that almost dyed the whole street red, such a naked shock scene finally let the militia know the cruelty of the war. Everyone's face became unusually pale, and the strong smell of blood even made several people bend over and vomit, and even some people's eyes had become dull, which seemed to be a little confused.

"Bang".

Everyone was awakened.

They saw a militia throw away their weapons. They remembered that the man seemed to be nock. His father and uncle died on the battlefield, while his mother died in childbirth and only depended on his grandfather. At the moment, he seems to have some injuries.

"This battle is our victory!" Nock said in a deep voice, and then picked up a long gun belonging to the serpent mercenary of habinder on the ground, which is an iron long gun. "Even if our casualties are large, but we completely annihilate our opponents, it will still be our victory We can't stay here in a daze. The town needs us. We must work hard to protect our home! Even if you die in battle, you will not hesitate! "

The eyes of all the militia suddenly became bright. It seemed that their fighting spirit had been rekindled.

"Death war!" Roared nock.

"Death war!" All the militia shouted（ To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)