Mercenaries and Adventurers

Kiir and the militiamen followed closely behind the bandits, trying to force the bandits into the vicinity of the corpse pit. The surrounding area is surrounded by not-so-steep hills, and only the corpse pit in front can block these bandits.

The two groups of people chased each other and then stopped after a while.

The militiamen followed closely behind the bandits, leaving no chance for the bandits to separate or turn. By the time the bandits saw only a huge pothole and white snow at the bottom.

But under the white snow, there were faint outlines of corpses piled at the bottom of the pit.

As a large number of humans approached here, these corpses, which had not moved much due to the low temperature and snowfall, gradually began to shake.

Boney arms stretched out from the snow.

The fleshless man's legs, whose tendons had been chewed off, began to swing straight.

Accompanied by the moaning sound of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa thing."

In the forest next to the corpse pit, a group of large crows with thick feathers gathered at some point. Their red eyes looked at the food in the corpse pit, and looked greedily at the humans who were about to fight.

"quack!"

"Ga! Ga! Ga!"

"Gah."

The crows communicate with each other with their annoying cries, seeming to express their satisfaction at the possible meal ahead.

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The bandits stopped at the edge of the corpse pit, with a dead end in front and militiamen surrounding them behind.

They held their weapons tightly and raised them above their heads, cursing the militiamen and everything they saw.

Delang, the decapitated man, tightened the metal ring armor on his body, touched the child's hair, silently pushed away the bandit who was blocking the way, turned around and walked out.

He saw more than a dozen militiamen with their crossbows cocked, and the deadly crossbow arrows were already aimed at them from a distance. If they resisted, they would all be shot to death here.

It was impossible to escape.

From being ambushed by the militiamen before, he knew that it would be impossible for them to escape.

Even if the bandits left their women and children behind and did not have enough supplies, they would not be able to cope with the cold and harsh winter.

Even if the last few of them managed to escape the pursuit of the militia, they would just end up fighting each other for a little bit of food.

the same.

Looking at it now, when the militiamen attacked their lair, they led everyone to escape, and there might still be hope of running away. But he and his companions were too confident in their bandits.

Maybe they also think highly of themselves.

-

"Put down your weapons! Surrender!" the captain of the Mountain Leopard Team shouted while raising his crossbow.

There was some commotion among the bandits, and some seemed to want to surrender. But everyone can see that the tall and armored bandit who should be the leader of the bandits has not expressed his opinion yet, and even those bandits who want to surrender have not really surrendered.

"You! Bandit with a double-edged ax! Lead your men to surrender! Otherwise we will shoot arrows! Then all of you will die! Whether it is women or your children. This is not a joke." The captain of the Mountain Leopard Team continued to shout. road.

The women and children surrounded by the robbers were trembling with fear, but no one dared to ask the robbers to surrender. It was not that they didn’t want to, but that the women were scared by the robbers and knew that they could not do anything in front of the robbers. decision, even asking for mercy would not work.

Of course, the bandits are not men of steel, and they are all scared to death at this moment, but before their leader has spoken, Delang's cronies do not dare to cross Delang and ask for mercy.

Kil saw that the bandits were waiting for the bandit leader's decision. If the bandit leader surrendered, it was estimated that all of them would surrender. If the bandit leader decides to fight to the death, the bandits will probably fight until the bandit leader dies.

The key decision maker is that guy.

Kil stared closely at the tall bandit holding a double-edged axe. He had still had some unresolved matters with this bandit two days ago. He didn't want this man to surrender and be beheaded at the checkpoint later, nor did he want to do this. The guy was shot to death by random arrows.

After thinking about it, Kil felt that this guy should be defeated by him. Anyway, to the militiamen, a dead bandit leader or a living bandit leader is almost the same. And for him, it would be interesting to see if he could personally defeat this guy who looked very powerful.

Seeing that the captain of the Mountain Leopard Team wanted to ask the increasingly agitated and nervous bandits to surrender, Kil took a few steps forward and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him who was suddenly walking around, Kil looked at the captain of the Mountain Leopard Team and said, "There is no need to persuade him any more. If this bandit leader doesn't bow his head, there is no way they will lay down their weapons and surrender."

Looking at Kiel, the militia captain of the Mountain Leopards asked: "What do you mean?"

Kil put the spear in his hand down to his feet and stood it in the ground and snow. He held the metal shield and the long hunting sword on his waist in his hands, and a smiling reply came from under the helmet: "I happen to have a small grudge against this bandit leader, and I want to use his blood to wash it away." Strike my long sword.

That guy! Instead of surrendering or not surrendering, do you want to fight alone with me? "Kiel excitedly raised the shield and sword in his hand and turned around in a circle.

"Look! The cold wind! The chilling forest! The white snow that covers everything! The bandits who are desperate! The murderous militiamen! The crows looking around and the corpses hungry for life! All of this is a perfect battle stage. "?" He even opened his helmet visor and shouted loudly.

"I didn't expect you to be a poet." The militiamen burst into laughter, but they also became excited. The customs of this kingdom are a bit strange. At least Kiel knows a little bit about it. It is different from the various stories coming from various places. The establishment of this kingdom is for a very magical reason, and the king of this kingdom is not the same as the original nobles. The distinctive identities of his companions.

This kingdom is very prosperous with music and poetry, and the common people also like the heroic stories associated with it.

Although Kiel's actions at this time were wild, for the equally young militiamen, they only felt excited.

"Kiel, are you sure?"

"Don't die! That guy looks difficult to deal with."

"If you lose, we will shoot arrows to avenge you!"

Kil laughed loudly. He closed his visor, held the long sword in front of his chest, and put the hand holding the shield in front of him, making a formal starting ceremony for the battle.

The bandit's hand on the opposite side tightened and loosened the handle of the double-edged ax standing on the ground, without saying a word.

Kiel looked at the other party and said: "Don't think about it anymore. You failed. This is a fact. If you still want to maintain the last bit of dignity, come and fight with me! Prove that you are a warrior, not someone struggling with failure." Loser. Let me make it clear to you, you are the bandit leader and you will not escape death."

Perhaps it was Kiel's last words that angered the bandit leader in front. After hearing Kiel's words, the other party directly held the middle part of the double-edged ax, grabbed it, and then strode towards Kiel while breathing heavily.

Kil put down his sword and shield and strode over with an aura that was equal to that of his opponent.

Kil's height was more than a head shorter than the other's, but because he was wearing armor that was clearly more sophisticated than the other's, it seemed like there wasn't much difference between the two.

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The militiamen and bandits fell silent, and everyone watched this inexplicable sudden one-on-one fight.

"Ha!" the bandit leader Delang roared, and the heavy ax in his hand struck down hard towards Kil.

Kiel, on the other hand, was surprising. He did not dodge, but put his arms behind the shield and relied on the shield to bear the full force of Delang's axe.

Dang dong! !

There was a loud sound of metal colliding, and Kil barely managed to stabilize his posture, but his feet did not move, and he was knocked back a step.

"Hey, it's so exciting! The battle with those vulnerable bandits in the past two days made me feel a lot weaker!" Kiel waved his arm slightly, but he didn't expect that Kiel would really dare to resist. Delang, who was hit, also rubbed his numb palms.

Kiel looked into Delang's eyes: "Those guys who are so weak are your men, right? There should be some, right?" Kiel's words obviously annoyed Delang.

He shouted angrily: "Reckless militiaman, today is the day you die!" He waved the heavy double-edged battle ax with both hands again, circled his head, and charged Kiel with force.

Kiel changed his previous fighting method. He took a step sideways, and then the shield also turned sideways to defend. The ax only slightly grazed the surface of the shield, and then dodged with a spark and a sharp cry.

"I was just testing your strength just now. Do you really think you can hurt me?" After dodging Delang's axe, Kil immediately stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand hit Delang's ax handle, and then Then he cut the wood chips and the leather wrapped around the ax handle along the ax handle, and then chipped away at Delang's axe-holding hands.

Delang raised his leg and bumped his knee against the ax handle. The strong force lifted the ax handle upwards, just in time to fly away the long sword blade that was close to the ax handle.

Immediately afterwards, Delang held the ax tightly and hit Kil's body sideways.

Kil saw his intention and directly caught the front end of the ax with the front of his shield, and the two of them held it together.

Delang was about to use force to twist off Kiel's left arm, but Kiel acted first. He suddenly squatted down, raised his left arm at the same time, and suddenly lifted Delang's axe. Then Kil took advantage of the opportunity to lower his body and slashed Delang's legs with the long sword in his right hand.

Delang made a small leap backwards, dodging Kil's insidious attack.

At the same time, he also used the blade of the ax to slightly hook the edge of Kiel's shield. With the force of jumping backward, he pulled Kiel's shield away.

No pull.

Kil's left arm tensed, exerting force to resist Delang's pull, and then his right hand struck the front handle of Delang's ax twice.

The handle is made of hardwood and is very tough, but not chop-stopping. He was slashed by Kil twice in succession, leaving two deep sword marks.

"Don't even think about it!" Seeing Kil's plan, Delang thrust the ax forward, trying to hit Kil's helmet.

But Kil had been guarding against this move, and as soon as the force from his hand changed slightly, he raised his shield, so that the ax that suddenly hit him only slightly grazed Kil's helmet.

The two men performed these moves very quickly, and the militiamen and bandits who were watching them were dumbfounded. The militiamen were shocked at how sophisticated and fast the battle between the two men was, but they were also thankful that they did not engage in close combat with these bandits, and only used crossbows and lunges to press against them. If you really feel that you are a close combat militiaman, you will be careless in fighting this wave of bandits in close combat.

There is a chance that this bandit leader will kill seven or eight people in a row.

The bandits looked at their leader nervously, and at the same time felt that the leader's hope of winning was gradually sinking.

The guy in the armor in the militia had been very active on the battlefield before. They had expected it, but they didn't expect him to be so powerful. Not only was he arrogant, but he could even compete with their leader.

But a tie means that their bandits are finished now. Because as long as the militiamen on the opposite side fire a round of crossbow arrows at such a close distance with nowhere to hide, they will lose at least half of their few people.

As long as the opponent charges next, they will be completely ruined.

Perhaps, it's all over now.

Thinking of this, some people don't want to die. They may feel that it is better to surrender and live as hard labor than to be killed at this time. Especially when surrounded by their women and children.

One of the bandits tremblingly threw the cold weapon in his hand into the snow in front of him, then, not daring to look at his companion, turned around and hugged the child and woman.

The other bandits looked at each other and quietly threw their weapons into the snow in front of them. Then they squatted down and hugged their so-called family members, accepting everything that would happen next.

The captain of the Mountain Leopard Team noticed that the bandits had dropped their weapons and made surrender gestures. He smiled and touched the men next to him: "Look, those bandits surrendered."

"Boss, do you want us to ask Kil to get out of the way, and then shoot the bandit leader with an arrow?" the militiaman asked, raising the guy in his hand.

The captain of the Mountain Leopards stopped his men: "Let's see first. If Kiel can win, let him win. If he is going to lose, we will intervene. Then Kiel will owe us his life."

"You're right."

-

Kil, who was fighting intensely, had no time to pay attention to anything else. Although he did see the situation on the bandits' side, he didn't care.

But Delang, the bandit leader, noticed. After forcing Keir away a little, he looked back for a moment and caught a glimpse of the bandits behind him from the corner of his eye.

His breathing, which was rhythmic, immediately became disordered.

Kiel keenly felt the opponent's fighting rhythm: "Whatever they do! Ha! Focus on it, I'm going to do it for real." After saying that, Kiel exerted his strength on his legs and feet, and rushed forward, turning his shield sideways to block it. He avoided the threat of the axe, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand thrust out suddenly.

Delang's eyes widened and he saw Kiel's movements in a very short period of time. Relying on his years of fighting consciousness, he blocked Kiel's fatal sword strike with his left arm.

The long sword pierced Delang's left forearm, one end in and one out, like a water bag being pierced, and blood spurting out from the wound.

But the blood spurt only lasted for a very short period of time, and then was stopped by De Lang tightening his arm muscles. At the same time, he raised a powerful and heavy kick, trying to kick away the approaching Kil.

Under the helmet, Kil's lips curled up. He twisted his right wrist, and the sword turned at a large angle in the opponent's arm. Then Kil was kicked away deliberately by the opponent.

Boom.

This kick kicked Kiel horizontally three meters away.

Kiel maintained his balance in the air and landed on his feet without falling.

When the militiamen saw Kil being kicked away, they immediately nervously aimed their crossbows at the bandit leader opposite.

"Don't be nervous, I had the upper hand just now!" Kil said quickly. He was really afraid that his companions would shoot down his opponents with arrows. However, he lightly tapped the kicked abdomen with the hilt of his sword, and muttered softly: "Hiss, but it still hurts."

On the opposite side, Kil's sword was twisted at the end. What was originally just a smooth penetrating wound was dug into a bloody hole by Kil's sword. A large amount of flesh and blood was cut off from Delang's left forearm, and the bleeding couldn't stop this time.

"Hoo, ho, ho, ho." Delang, panting heavily, put the ax he was holding in his right hand into the snow, pulled off two long strips from the hem of the animal skin of his clothes, and then wrapped one around the bloody hole. The other one was tightly wrapped around the elbow of his left arm.

Kil stood still. He took out a piece of linen soaked in blood from the small bag at his waist and wiped it on the long sword, wiping off all the blood and flesh stains on the long sword.

Then he put the more soiled linen into the small bag on his waist.

There was no way, it wasn't that Kiel was a pervert, it was just that in this wild place, there was no other coarse cloth that could be used to wipe weapons. Moreover, the war was so urgent that he couldn't care much about it anymore.

But if it goes as expected, after these bandits are eliminated, there should be no fighting next.

Even if there were still bandits hiding in the bandits' lair, Knight Crow would probably just set them all on fire and suffocate them all.

Delang gasped for breath, the fierce battle and the massive blood loss just now made him a little dazed. And the actions of those men behind him who surrendered early before he was defeated made his mind buzzing.

Was I just defeated by this young guy in front of me?

is this real?

He asked himself this in his mind.

At this time, the surrounding crows sitting on the trees watching here, perhaps smelling the smell of blood after Delang was injured, shouted in unison, "Gah!" ’ chirped once.

Accompanied by the crows' cries, the corpses in the corpse pit crawled out of the snow. They let out a menacing howl with their broken throats and pulled at the edge of the corpse pit.

They smell blood, they crave, want, want more.

Some corpses with broken legs and feet could only wave their arms at the bottom of the corpse pit, allowing those who could still walk to drag them around.

Kil looked at the bandit leader opposite, who came to his senses after being in a daze for a while.

He stared at Keir closely and asked in a hoarse voice: "I'm not defeated yet. Hu, ha, ha. I have a suggestion. Do you dare to fight with me in the corpse pit behind?"

Keir looked at the other person as if he were a madman.

The militiamen cursed the bandit leader, feeling that this guy had tarnished and ruined this wonderful duel. A perfect duel that could last for a long time at the wine table came to a disappointing ending.

Kiel listened to the words of the militiamen behind him and replied: "Haha, haha, hahahaha! What can I not dare to do for a perfect ending to the battle?"

Delang stared closely at the eyes under Kiel's helmet and visor, and seemed to see a pair of eyes that did not belong to humans. Those eyes were blood red, as if reflecting blood, battle, and death.

As if he had thought of something, he turned around and dragged the ax with his right hand, not looking at the surrendered bandits, the woman he loved, or his child who couldn't express any emotion.

And Kiel didn't look at the panic of the militiamen behind him. He just raised his sword behind their backs to signal, and then bypassed the surrendered bandits from the other side, preparing to finally fight the broken jar at the bottom of the corpse pit full of death. The bandit leaders were fighting.

Under the visor, Kil murmured excitedly: "I wanted to do this when I saw this corpse pit. Hehehehe."