Lord of War

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

The man holding the epee had a ferocious face, his eyes were red, he snorted thickly, and his face showed the features of extreme excitement. He clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and raised the epee high in his hand, as if venting something or cheering himself up, he let out a roar like a beast, and once again moved towards the young man whose arms had been cut off by him. The militiamen slashed past.

The sharp sword made a whistling sound, as if even the air was about to be cut.

The epee fell on the neck of the militiaman, and there was a slight resistance from the edge of the sword, but it couldn't stop the terrifying force of the epee's swing.

This time, there was no blood spattering, and it seemed that the blood in the militiaman's body had been completely drained.

The sword's edge cut the skin, and then landed on the inner cervical spine. With a little force, even the cervical spine was cut off, and then the epee slashed out obliquely, once again swaying a line of blood .

The screams stopped abruptly.

From the upper body above the chest, the militiaman slid obliquely to the left from the incision of the epee. Then the other half of the body, which finally lost the control of the brain, knelt down on the ground and fell down slowly. The few remaining blood flowed out from the severed part, but failed to form a pool of blood.

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