Ride and Cut

At first it was just a confrontation between a dozen forwards, but soon more people were involved. Until the city gate is completely blocked, no one can leave first.

Both sides are envoys representing the face of their country, and the accompanying guards are all elites selected from thousands of people.

Elites are arrogant. Facing the enemy's sword, there was not even a trace of fear in their eyes. And for his own weapons, he has extremely deep and unshakable confidence.

They confronted each other in silence, and the atmosphere became more and more dignified, like a vat of pure spirits, even if half a spark fell, burning it upside down would be the only ending.

The forward military officers of both sides are already doing their best to restrain them, but the real speaker has never come forward.

For the following negotiations, whichever chief officer comes out first to restrain his subordinates will undoubtedly weaken his momentum, so their choice cannot be said to be wrong.

"Boss, why don't we rush in first." Gunther was eager to try.

Although considering the convenience of the journey, the top players like the Skaarland Dragoons and the Charr Centaurs stayed in the Alpine Fort and did not dispatch. But after all, they are not facing any too difficult enemies.

As a veteran who followed the lord of Gaoshanbao all the way, Manzi Gang should not be too clear-headed on the key issue, he can roughly know the level of the opponent at a glance.

If you really do it, the two groups of people in front will be very difficult opponents, but they are only difficult to deal with. If Hua Lengzi wanted to fight Wuxin, although there were only a few dozen people, with the unique physique and strength of the soldiers in Gaoshanbao, there was a good chance to penetrate directly and rush into the city gate first.

"You still don't think it's messy enough?" The lord rolled his eyes, but he was really curious about how it would be resolved if it went on like this.

The reality didn't make him wait too long, the confrontation couldn't last forever after all, and the opportunity to break it was just an insignificant move.

Although Vatican also has a city wall, and there are paladins and guards stationed on the city wall, but if you think about it with your toes, you must have seen no one who is brave enough to draw a sword in this place for many years.

So they're bound to be a little overwrought, which is actually fine.

But the mistake was that they tried to close the city gates and keep both groups of lunatics out.

"Let's rush in!" Someone in Stuart's envoy shouted, and issued an order that should never have been issued. Hundreds of people immediately started to move, rushing towards the gradually closing city gate regardless.

"Beruni, you madman!" Pompeii's chief envoy, Prince Schmidt, who usually cherishes words like gold, is a majestic middle-aged man with a beard. It is said that he has served as a cavalry officer in the Praetorian Guard for a long time, and usually rides horses rather than cars.

He flicked his horsewhip hard, and drove the mount to circle in place, with a gloomy expression.

"The mad king, the mad king, is unusual." The lord continued to sigh with emotion.

From Prince Schmidt's words, he also guessed that the other party's caller was His Majesty Belluni. Even though they were all here to participate in the mediation, the Mad King dared to stand up to the possibility of completely offending the Church of the Holy Light for a small problem of entering the city. This style is not compatible with normal human brain circuits.

Now it seems that the only way to let the Stuarts advance into the city is because Prince Schmidt is simply accusing and obviously does not want to create further conflicts. After all, he came with a mission as the chief, and he couldn't tolerate willful nonsense.

but--

"My lord prince, let us rush too." Gunther curled his hands around his mouth into a trumpet, and shouted angrily.

Amidst the people neighing and horses neighing, no one would notice where the sound came from, but the effect was obvious. The guard knights of Pompeii who could not hold back for a long time immediately began to surge forward.

The two waves of people who were fighting for the right of way collided, and the result, of course, could not be peace. In an instant, while cursing, they greeted each other fiercely with their fists and unsheathed long swords!

The lord almost fainted from anger, and kicked Gunther on the ass, "Look at what you have done!"

"Isn't that what the Prince meant?" Gang Manzi stroked the back of his head with an innocent face.

"Of course not!" Hurt looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, and rolled his eyes helplessly, "Is it just to look good when you hang your head and go out?"

Gunther finally knew that he had stabbed someone, and he didn't bother to fight back, "Then what should we do?"

The guards of the entire envoy were moving forward, and the people in the Alpine Fort who had stopped in place without moving their nests were left alone at the end, looking at their lord in unison, waiting for him to give orders.

"Damn it, you're already rushing, why are you still standing there?" Li Cha rolled up his sleeves, "Be careful not to kill anyone!"

"After the fight, share the pot!" Everyone in Gaoshan Castle shouted, and their brains rushed up.

As soon as this group of extremely burly giants joined, it was visible to the naked eye that the originally swinging balance of victory quickly tipped over.

Their strength is too exaggerated, and their martial arts are too skilled! Spread out the formation and rush forward, even in a group fight, you can fight in style, and you can advance and retreat freely!

If a good human fighter wants to knock down a high-level barbarian warrior, he needs at least four or five punches to have a chance. But if he can withstand even a punch from the barbarian, it can only be attributed to his extraordinary talent and strong capital, which is definitely a special case among special cases.

This kind of gap, in a duel where life and death can be seen in an instant, there is still room for a fight. But now everyone is fighting back, but they are still quite restrained, because they don't want to really kill people.

The advancing speed of Gaoshanbao's arrow-shaped assault formation is simply jaw-dropping. The people standing in front of them often feel that the light is dim, only to realize that the opponent rushing up is much taller and stronger than themselves, their fists are bigger than Shi Lu, and they smile extraordinarily honestly...

The only pity is that the Alpine Fort fighters are still a little weak in identifying friend and foe. In the eyes of these wild bumpkins, there is no difference between Stuart armor and Pompeii armor, so they are treated equally when fighting.

The Stuart knights who fought against them were already lying on the ground moaning, but many Pompeian knights were also beaten.

"Stop!" Bishop Paul was the first to stand up to maintain order.

As the person with the highest level of holy light magic in the past three hundred years, he has already reached the rank of the Holy Cardinal. This rank is equivalent to what a magister is to a magician, and a sword master is to a swordsman, and it is definitely a symbol of prominence.

If a magister is here today, as long as he speaks, it will definitely have the weight of the final word.

It's a pity that none of the divine arts of the Church of the Holy Light has the ability to directly kill. Therefore, apart from language, Bishop Paul has no good way to restrain the brawlers on both sides.

Anyone who has fought knows that once the blood is hot, if you can still listen to the words of outsiders, then it is called seeing the undead.

Even Li Cha didn't stop. It's not that he doesn't want to sell Paul's face, but he knows that since he has already chosen to fight, he should stop trying to calm things down and continue to hurt his opponent is the best choice!

My face was so swollen. . .