Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 31 Assassination

   Winters had never seen such a flexible one-handed sword.

  Compared to common one-handed swords, the blade of the long sword is already slender.

   And the one-handed sword in the Heipaoren's hand is actually thinner than the sword of the long sword, and it is obviously a one-handed sword, and the length of the sword is not shorter than the two-handed sword in Winters' hands.

   So long and yet so flexible? What a hell.

   But fortunately, this is not a game, not a score.

  The former Winters thought that swordsmanship depended on pair training, and the so-called swordsmanship experience was useless nonsense. But after the battle with the pirates, he began to rethink the teachings of Mr. Richard Nall.

   "Don't just know that the pig is advancing by leaps and bounds, the pace must be flexible."

   Seeing that his sword failed, the opponent's sword had bypassed his own sword path and stabbed straight from under the sword. Winters simply let go of the long sword in his hand and threw it directly at the opponent.

   "If this is a match, you will be directly sentenced to lose." Probably after two consecutive actual battles, he was no longer so nervous, and even began to complain about himself.

   But no matter what was in his mind, Winters didn't stop, he took two steps back to avoid the opponent's sword tip.

  Vinetta's assassins love to use poison, and Winters grew up listening to stories of poisoned daggers. So even if there is only a one percent chance, he doesn't want to be scratched by the opponent's blade.

   The opponent did not expect that Winters also had a move to turn the long sword into a flying axe. He couldn't dodge in time and was hit firmly.

   When the opponent was hit, Winters heard a very strange sound. Unfortunately, Winters' long sword was an unedged training sword. This smash only made the opponent groan in pain, and did not cause any trauma that would make the opponent lose the ability to move.

   Winters' "Flying Swordsmanship" briefly delayed the man in black robe, and the man in black robe who was swayed by his hand was furious, and he no longer cared about the passengers he was going to chase, and charged straight towards Winters with his sword.

  Winters didn't expect that his flying swordsmanship actually had the function of ridicule, he sneered in his heart, and then... he ran away.

   He didn't know what the swordsmanship level of the man in black robe was, but if this was a win-lose match, the opponent would have already won with that move when he wrapped his sword.

   But unfortunately this is a pier, not a training ground; it is a life-and-death fight, not a competition.

  So, if I can't beat you, can I still run away from you?

   But there was a pier behind Winters, and he had nowhere else to go, so he had to go on the pier and head straight for the Skua just like the passenger who had been rolling and climbing.

   The panicked passers-by on the trestle and the cargo unloaded by other merchant ships hindered the speed of the three people. The man in black robe saw that Winters was in front of him, but he couldn't catch up after running about ten steps.

   Winters just saw another man in black robe using a musket that can be fired instantly. Since the other man has it, there is no reason why the man in black robe who is chasing him should not carry such a weapon.

   He was always on guard against this matter in his heart, so he didn't dare to run away and kept looking back at the man in black robe.

   Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of the man in black robe raising another finger hidden in his robe and pointing at him, the man in black robe was still holding that weird-looking gun.

   Winters had been prepared for a long time, and there were many cargoes temporarily stacked by porters on the trestle, like low walls.

As soon as the man in black robe raised his hand, Winters bent down and rushed behind the half-person-height pile of goods, cursing, "Use a gun? Shameless!"

   The man in black robe was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and he also scolded: "Don't you also run like a rabbit?!"

   But the man in black robe broke his power as soon as he spoke, and the image of the ruthless and efficient silent assassin completely collapsed.

   The black robe man's scolding made Winters realize that this guy was just an ordinary person with joy and anger, and his courage grew stronger.

   The black-robed man strode closer to Winters, and Winters saw from the crack of the wooden box that the musket in the black-robed man's hand was always pointed at him, and he did not dare to show his head easily.

   But he suddenly became anxious and remembered Axel's hair burning technique he used once. He immediately squeezed the fire spell casting gesture, recalling how he felt when he lit the female thief's hair that night.

   Although he couldn't see the hair under the cloak of the black-robed man, he still pushed his magic ability to the limit, pouring magic power into the black-robed man's head.

   The familiar squeezing and phantom limb pain made Winters tremble, but he gritted his teeth and tried to maintain his spellcasting state until the last moment.

   During the days on the boat, Winters gradually subsided due to persistent intense phantom limb pain in his third hand caused by fighting the fire.

   However, just in case, the Major forbade any spellcaster warrant officer from using any spell ability until he was fully restored to normal, which is now apparently too much of a concern.

   Winters only lasted for a short time. The severe torture caused by using the spell ability made him unable to concentrate any more. He gasped and left the spellcasting state.

   There seemed to be a few wisps of blue smoke coming from the top of the black-robed man's head, but it didn't burn as violently as the female thief did. The black-robed man's feet kept on, and the hair burning technique didn't seem to work.

   Winters knew in his heart that he was desperately ill and went to the doctor, and his spellcasting range was actually about one meter. You can use spells on objects within this range, but beyond this distance, your spell ability becomes negligible, and making smoke from the heads of black-robed people a few meters away is already a super-level performance.

   Winters took a deep breath and prepared to use the spell again. This time, he has to wait for the man in black robe to get closer to something and threw himself out to fight the man in black robe, and use the hair burning technique again at close range.

  He comforted himself in his heart: After all my tossing, this **** can't catch up with the older passenger anyway, so I jumped into the water.

  The man in black robe strode up to Winters, and Winters was also ready to go. When the tip of the man in black robe was about to pass over Winters' head, a blast of thunder sounded out of thin air on the pier.

   Not even the loudest thunder could match the loud noise, and Winters only felt as if someone had ignited the gunpowder in the barrel of a thirty-two-pounder when he put his ear to the barrel.

   Winters was dizzy and tinnitus by the thunder that rang through the sky, and the man in black robe covered his ears involuntarily.

   There was a slight cracking sound, followed by a crisp metal collision sound from the black-robed man.

  Winters followed the sound of thunder just now, and saw Major Moritz standing on the wooden board between the Skua and the trestle with blood from his ears, pointing his arm at the man in black robes.

   The thing in Major Moritz's hand gave off a faint reflection, and there was another slight cracking sound, and there was another crisp metal collision sound from the man in black, and something bounced from him to the trestle.

  The man in the black robe raised his musket and aimed it at the major. The major waved his hand, the gun rang, the lead hit the hull of the Skua, and there was a sound of wood shattering.

Deafening thunder, Major Moritz, silver coins, metal crashing, lead turning, the strange sound of a long sword hitting the opponent... Winters got it, Winters figured it all out: Major Moritz Also a caster! He just wasn't wearing a badge! And this black-robed **** was wearing iron armor under his cloak.

   "Hit his head Major!" Winters shouted to remind the Major: "He has a breastplate under his cloak!"

Major    turned a deaf ear, and used the Flying Arrow Technique to shoot two silver coins, which still hit the armor of the black-robed man, but apparently failed to penetrate the two dings.

   Seeing the Major take his own words on deaf ears, Winters was furious. He jumped out from behind the cover with a heart, and slammed into the man in black with his shoulder.

   He wasn't completely reckless either. He saw that the black robe man's musket was empty, so he put out both hands to **** the black robe man's sword.

   The man in black robe did not expect that this kid whose swordsmanship was not as good as his own, would dare to fight back, and was hit by Winters firmly in the chest, his body lost his center of gravity, and he fell to the ground.

   Winters also learned this trick from the female thief, but unfortunately he didn't bring a dagger, otherwise he would have killed the man in black.

The touch of    Winters' shoulders when he hit the man in black robe confirmed his judgment, and the man in black robe was indeed wearing plate armor under the cloak.

  Winters used his body to suppress the black-robed man, grabbed the black-robed man's right hand and forearm with both hands, and twisted the black-robed man's wrist to force him to let go.

  The man in the black robe was also a tough guy, enduring the pain, he still held his one-handed sword firmly, turned the musket with his left hand, and smashed Winters' back with the butt.

  The musket was turned upside down and it was a warhammer. Winters’ back was like a war drum being smashed by the hardwood butt, making a muffled sound. He even seemed to hear the sound of his own ribs breaking. He didn't care about his dignity, he used the most primitive weapon for animals - teeth, and bit the black-robed man's right wrist fiercely.

  Humans have a bite force of nearly 50 kilograms, and Winters can taste the rust smell of blood as soon as he takes a bite. The man in black robe was in pain and could no longer hold the sword, so Winters took the sword away.

  The man in black robe wore a breastplate, and it was useless to attack the torso. Winters saw that the one-handed sword that he had grabbed also had a blade at the base, so he directly used the blade to smear the black-robed man's neck. The man in black robe reacted extremely quickly, protecting his neck with a musket and holding the blade.

   The two were like peasant women fighting in a mud pond, trying to kill each other using the most indecent means.

   The one-handed sword of the man in the black robe is extremely long, and it is very disadvantageous in this kind of close hand-to-hand combat. Winters got up and wanted to return to his standing position.

   The man in the black robe also tried to stand up, but as soon as he got up, he was kicked in the chin by Winters. This violent kick made the man in black robe lose his strength, and he looked up and fell back to the ground heavily.

   Swinging the blade, Winters left a deep wound on the left arm of the black-robed man, and the musket in the black-robed man's left hand also took off.

   This time, Winters has the complete upper hand. Just as he was hesitating whether to kill the black-robed man directly or to interrogate him alive, he heard the major's loud reminder: "Be careful!"

   looked up, the slightly trembling tip of the sword stabbed in front of him, and two other men in black robes came.

   Winters took a step back and opened the flat thorn. The man in black robe forced him back and did not pursue him any more. One man in black robe confronted him with a sword, and the other man in black robe squatted on the ground to check the condition of his companions.

   One down, two more.

   One-on-two, very bad.

   Winters asked sharply: "Don't want to live? Dare to attack the officer!"

The man in black robe in front of    didn't answer, the mask covered his face, and Winters couldn't see his expression, he could only see that his eyes were fixed on him.

  The black-robed man, whose head ate a kick from Winters, regained consciousness and stood up with difficulty with the help of another black-robed man.

   Winters secretly scolded this guy for the possibility that his jaw was made of stone? He now regrets not putting an iron plate in front of his boots.

   A pair of twos has become a pair of threes, which is even worse. Winters pointed at the man in black with the tip of his sword and stepped back to join the major.

   Winters' brain quickly thought: The target of the people in black robes is obviously the elderly traveler. After blocking them for so long, the traveler has obviously hid in a safe place, and the other party's plan has gone bankrupt;

  Under the premise of preventing them from achieving their goals, there is no need to forcefully try to kill or capture the enemy alive with less to more;

   On the contrary, if the other party is hesitant and does not want to retreat. Then as long as you and the major can hold on for a while, and wait for the other students to understand what is going on and come to support, then these black robes are the turtles in the urn, and they can't escape with their wings;

   So the priority is to delay as long as possible.

Having figured out this truth, Winters began to talk nonsense, distracting the attention of several people in black robes: "Look back, both of your carriages have been stolen! Still standing here stupidly. Don't blame us for attacking army officers openly..."

   Winters took a step back after saying a word. The three men in black robes seemed unable to accept that the officer who was still fighting with them just now was talking so much nonsense.

   But they were not willing to give up their goals and leave, so every step Winters took back, they moved forward.

Major    strode to Winters with his saber in hand.

   Winters saw two long bloodstains extending from the Major's ears, down to his jaw.

   A black-robed man finally could no longer bear Winters' meaningless language offensive and launched the attack first, followed by another black-robed man.

Winters, the major, the two men in black robes started catching the swords, the other man in black robes had his saber now in Winters' hands, so he did not participate in the sword fight, but stood behind his companions and was reloading the musket .

   Winters used this type of one-handed sword for the first time. The center of gravity of this one-handed sword is at the sword grid, and it feels very flexible. However, the effect of slashing will be weakened accordingly.

   Winters was not accustomed to using this kind of sword, he just blocked the opponent's attack from left to right.

  Looking at the major, although Winters felt that the major's saber was just an ornament, he did not lose the slightest in using it.

   Armorless sword fighting, one turn can divide life and death. But after two rounds, neither Winters, the major nor the two men in black robes could solve each other, and the four returned to the stage of confrontation and testing.

   But a scream caught everyone's attention.

  The two men in black robes looked behind Winters over his shoulders.

Although    Winters was curious, he didn't dare to look back easily. He and the major took a big step back to distance themselves from each other before looking back to see what was going on.

   The sight in front of them made them pale in shock: on the trestle, the elderly passenger who had fled to the safe area was pierced by a dock worker with a short knife in the heart, and the point of the knife stabbed out of his back heart.

  The dock worker calmly pulled out his short knife, and while everyone was watching, he lit the gunpowder on two box-like things with a pipe, turned around and jumped into the sea.

   At the same time, on other merchant ships moored on the trestle, several dock workers threw several packages with gunpowder twists onto the trestle, and then jumped into the sea.

   One of them landed not far from Winters, and when Winters turned around again, the men in black robes had already run away.

   He and the major looked at each other, they didn't know what it was, but they guessed its purpose right away.

  Hand-throwing explosive bombs were used by the ancient imperial people a thousand years ago, and iron-shelled hand-throwing bombs were not new in the Sovereign War 30 years ago.

  The gunpowder was burning fast, and there was no time to think, Winters and the major jumped directly into the sea. The shock wave from the violent explosion caused the sea to swell, pushing Winters deeper into the water.

  As he took a sip of water, Winters remembered one crucial thing: he couldn't swim.

Duel master Michael Hunter's book "The Art of New Swift Sword and Swordsmanship" records a total of 100 moves, of which the 100th moves are as follows: The world is becoming dangerous, so please stop taking daggers As a sub-weapon of the Swift Sword, there is a gun for a gun.

   (end of this chapter)