Realm of Power

Although there are more than a hundred gangsters, they are helpless in front of these military elites who are dedicated to killing people. If they were not afraid of the fat man's blame just now, the guards would have drawn their swords and killed them.

Under the specially made thickened sword in the hand of the guard, the arm of a gangster who was swiping to resist was cut off with the stick, and blood spurted out from the cut.

The gangsters didn't expect that the swords in the hands of the guards were so sharp, so they kept retreating in fear. A dozen guards wielded three-foot-long swords and charged into the gangsters like dragons entering the sea.

For a moment, blood rained everywhere, screams were heard, and the sound of cracking flesh was everywhere. There were gangsters covering their wounds with ferocious expressions, and fell into a pool of blood after not being able to run for a few steps.

Guard swords are different from ordinary knight swords. The thick back can make the blood groove very deep, and the sharp edge can cut into the human body. The deep blood groove can cause the knife edge to leave a huge incision after cutting out, and many gangsters have their stomachs cut. A big hole opened, and a pool of bloody intestines flowed out.

Salon, the chief guard, was even more powerful. He waved two swords continuously in the gangster group, as if he was in a deserted place, and rotated his body at high speed while moving, taking the "drag" technique used by knights on horses to the extreme.

Like a circle of moving knives rotating at high speed, no one could stand within ten meters. The dozen or so gangsters closest to him were immediately chopped to the ground, with either their hands or legs broken. They lay on the ground and wailed miserably. The street scene was extremely tragic.

The street gangsters are looking for money, not life. Although the Thieves Guild is backing them this time, they are not risking their lives.

Seeing these madmen who cut people as fiercely as chopping vegetables and melons, the shocked gangsters dared to stay there. The gangsters on the outside turned around and ran away. The gangsters inside also dispersed and ran away without their lives.

Seeing such a scene, the guards killed even more vigorously. They swung their swords in their hands. The gangsters they killed cried for their fathers and mothers. They only regretted that their parents had two legs. They ran slowly and were caught by the guards with a knife. , falling to the ground dripping with blood.

But what is most scary now is not the gangsters, but the three members of the Kurundi family who are huddled in fear on the carriage.

In Kulondiya's heart, Fatty is just a funny, shy and kind-hearted fool at best.

Although there are sometimes some excessive behaviors, they are not considered disgusting. Especially when the fat man did not avoid danger and bravely shot and killed the unscrupulous uncle who bullied his mother and himself, it moved Kulondiya to tears. , but all this was corrected just now

Seeing the fat man who she thought was kind and shy raising his hooked nose with just one hand, Kulondiya, who was still worried about the fat man, covered her mouth in surprise.

Before he could react, Hook Nose's legs had been broken, and he was kneeling on the ground with his hands dislocated and howling miserably. Then, the fierce-looking servants behind the fat man conjured a sword with a cold light.

The gangsters who were outnumbered were killed by more than a dozen servants, crying for their fathers and mothers. It all happened so fast that even Kulondiya didn't react.

Kulondiya never expected that a silly person who was as shy as a cute bird in front of him would have such a violent side.

"This damn fat guy!"

Kulondiya shyly cursed in a low voice, but a strange sweet feeling spread in her heart. With such a strong man constantly showing off in front of her, no matter how stupid a woman is, she knows what this means!

Different from the strange sweetness in Kulondiya's heart, Mustachio's heart is now trembling with fear.

The scene at the banquet where the fat man was yelling and scolding lingered in Mustache's mind. Although Kulondiya didn't pay attention at the time, Mustache still had a vivid memory of the fat man with a livid face and a slightly trembling body.

Thinking about the way Fatty kicked out the madness of Young Master Lisa Hepburn at the banquet in front of all the nobles, you will know how angry Fatty was towards him at that time.

What can we do? Judging from his appearance, he is not a very generous person. He won't treat me like he did that hook-nosed person!

Hook-nosed just pointed at the fat man with his finger, and his limbs were broken. Now he is still kneeling in front of the fat man and wailing miserably. Not only did he humiliate him, but he also pulled his daughter away from him. . . . . .

Thinking of this, Mustache shivered with fear.

Just when Mustache was still speculating about his fate, several loud "woo woo" horn sounds suddenly came from the street entrance, and a group of black-armored soldiers holding spears appeared from the street entrance in the distance.

Seeing the chaotic scene here, the black-armored soldiers stopped one after another. The soldiers in the front row raised their three-meter spears and blocked the street entrance.

"People in front, listen, you are surrounded. Put down your weapons, put your hands on your head and squat down. Anyone who resists will be charged with treason!"

A man dressed as a squadron leader stood in front of the spearmen's phalanx and shouted sternly at the gangsters who were still running madly towards the street, but the gangsters in Zhivadin City did not care about this.

Compared with the dozen or so ferocious gods of death behind, the array of gleaming spears at the intersection ahead is much cuter, at least they won’t chase after butts and slash.

"Crossbowmen prepare! Anyone who does not stop within thirty meters will be killed without mercy!"

Seeing that his shouting was ineffective, the squadron leader of the phalanx waved loudly at the phalanx behind him. The spearmen in the front row of the phalanx immediately squatted down, revealing a row of heavy crossbowmen behind them holding heavy foot-operated crossbows specially designed for infantry.

Salon, who was still chasing after the gangsters, saw the crossbowmen in a phalanx in the distance, and quickly waved to the other guards following him.

"Stop chasing. There are crossbows from our infantry in front of us. If we are too close, we will easily be accidentally injured."

"Whoosh, whoosh"

Before Salon finished speaking, there was a continuous sharp sound piercing the air from the street in front, and screams came one after another.

A dozen gangsters running at the front were covered with white arrows, and they fell to the ground with stunned faces.

The gangsters at the back no longer dared to run forward. Behind them were a dozen murderous gods with ferocious faces, and in front of them were an army that killed people without blinking an eye. Neither of them could afford to offend them. They only dared to be caught in the middle, squatting pitifully on the ground. Don't dare to move

Seeing that the phalanx in front began to move towards him, in order to avoid misunderstanding, the guard captain Salon pulled off a golden belt from his waist, and with all his strength, he drew an arc in the air and dropped it on the side of the army phalanx. In front, it rolled a few times on the ground,

"Which squadron of the 8th Heavy Infantry Regiment are you from? I am Salon, the guard captain of the regiment headquarters. I was ordered by the regiment commander to arrest these people. I hope to get your help."

"Headquarters Guards?

The squadron leader in front of the military formation doubtfully bent down and picked up the golden belt tag at his feet. He looked up and saw that the swords in the hands of Salon and others were indeed thickened swords specially used by the Samoan Guards Cavalry. He believed it in his heart.

Take a closer look at the golden waist badge in your hand. The thorn flower emblem on it is crossed with three swords of different shapes. It is the symbol of the commander of the legion and the commander of the guard. He quickly responded loudly.

"I am Onitusa, the squadron leader of the 4th Spear Mixed Squadron of the 8th Heavy Infantry Regiment. After entering the city last night, I was responsible for the stabilization of the three streets in the north, south and west of Zhivadin. I heard the sound of fighting here and came here specially. Look, I didn’t expect you to be here on business! Just ask us if you need help!”

Squadron leader Onitusa came over respectfully, put his right hand flat on his chest, saluted Salon, and handed back the Guards long belt badge in his hand to Salon.

In Samoer's army, there are very few guards in the legion headquarters, only 200 people. The ordinary guards have only one sword on their waist badges, the squad leader has two, and the guard captain has three, which means that they can support the safety of the army. golden triangle,

This time, those who followed Fatty into the city were all squad leader-level guards. Although they were small in number, they were powerful in combat.

Fatty's original intention was to use the more than two hundred sets of heavy cavalry equipment captured from the Kugits to create an elite heavy cavalry guard.

So they are all elites selected from each squadron, at least at the level of squad leader, and there are also many at the level of squadron leader. Guards captains like Salon are already at the level of captain, and his former captain Caesar So Long Geng is at the group leader level, which shows that Fatty attaches great importance to this elite team.

That’s why squadron leader Onitusa needs to salute when he sees Salon.

"The Legion Commander is inspecting South Street. He was just attacked by this group of thugs. Arrest these people immediately and completely block South Street. No one is allowed to enter or exit."

Salon took the belt card from squadron leader Onitusa and whispered:

Squadron Leader Onitusa nodded doubtfully, puzzled that the Legion Commander did not stay at his tightly guarded headquarters, but wandered around South Street.

Especially the thugs who were being detained by the soldiers in front of them. They were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands with depressed expressions. At first glance, they looked like street gangsters.

Onitusa simply couldn't imagine that these gangsters would dare to attack the legion commander who was protected by heavy troops?

"Ahem, the Legion Commander came out incognito this time. This is related to military secrets! Remember not to tell anyone! Otherwise..."

Salon looked at Onitusa's puzzled expression and knew what the squadron leader was thinking. He couldn't help but whisper with an embarrassed look on his face, and made a gesture with his right hand to behead someone with a knife. With that cold one eye, he was absolutely sure Deterrent enough

"Yes, sir, please rest assured. Even if there is a knife on my subordinate's neck, I will never tell anyone! Today, I am patrolling South Street. It is very peaceful here and nothing happened!"

Seeing the gesture made by Salon, Onitusa's face turned pale, and he hurriedly patted his chest and said,

"As long as you know how to do it! The young man has a great future!"

Salon's one eye flashed with cold light, and he patted Onitusa's shoulder with a big hand of relief.

Seeing Salon and his guards coming to the corner of the street, squadron leader Onitusa slowly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the surroundings carefully, and took a deep breath.

In addition to the dozen thugs who were shot by him, there were more than 40 bloody corpses scattered everywhere along the street. Judging from the blood flowing from the corpses, it was clear that important parts of the body had been cut open with a knife, causing the internal organs in the body to be damaged. gush out, die from too much blood loss,

"The legionary guards are indeed not ordinary people!"

Thinking of the scene where I just saw Salon and a dozen other people chasing after sixty or seventy gangsters with swords, slashing them until they cried for their fathers and mothers, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.