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"Didn't I say that I will take you to speed pass."

"It's a French scout! Stab him!"

Accompanied by the shouts of cavalrymen, the sharp lances are already close at hand!

hum-

Two black lights flashed across, and the two leading cavalry had already flown into the air.

Everything happened so fast that no one had time to react.

Only Lao Luo, a local tyrant who was a bystander, could vaguely see some of the scenes that just happened, but even he couldn't believe what he saw——Ah, who was standing on the road, facing the spear blade stabbed by the cavalry. Instead of dodging, Bin Fei took a step sideways and walked towards the blade of the gun.

But with the gap of just one step, those two sharp lances pierced through the air inexplicably.

It was a scene that Lao Luo could not comprehend. The intense shock he saw had already made his brain stagnate, and his eyes could only vaguely see that the man named Dubin reached out and grabbed two horses. The barrel of the gun, and then the two cavalry who rushed to the front flew up.

However, this is not the end.

This is just the beginning of everything.

Dubin turned his wrist, and a lance turned into a black light and flew out. A cavalryman who followed was directly nailed through the chest and abdomen, and flew out from the horse.Three lances stabbed diagonally, but they were all blocked by the other lance in Dubin's hand—it was also in this short moment of confrontation that the blade of the not-so-sharp lance in Dubin's hand was already sharp. Wiped the throats of the two cavalrymen.

The galloping war horse whizzed by, splashing red blood in mid-air.

Bathed in this rain of blood, Dubin casually threw out his unusable lance, and nailed through the caught fish whose throat hadn't been cut just now.

Then, with his bare hands, he launched a charge against the British army that had advanced to the front.

"What monster!"

Only now did the commander of the British cavalry realize what had just happened. In just a moment, their cavalry had already lost five people—you must know that they only had [-] people at their full strength. One-sixth has died!

And what caused all of this was just an enemy.

A seemingly ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

"Go! Kill him! Avenge your brothers!"

The anger of the death of his subordinates made the cavalry commander instinctively give an attack order. After all, there was only one enemy in front of him.

A mere enemy...

"Formation! Push over!"

After thinking for a moment, the cavalry commander gave orders to the infantry who followed the team. More than fifty infantry armed with shields and spears formed a formation. The solid shields became each other's cover, one after another. The sharp spear protruded from the gap in the shield, ready to pierce the incoming enemy at any time.

And on the side of these spearmen, those longbowmen who were covered in the shield formation also drew the big bows in their hands.

It was an exaggerated bow that was six feet six inches long, and its length was even higher than that of a human being. The arrows used were not ordinary thin arrows, but three feet long, heavy arrows like short spears— — Being shot by such terrifying arrows, even wearing armor may not be useful. The arrows carrying powerful kinetic energy can even penetrate iron plates. This weapon was originally made to hunt knights.

A knight with superb martial arts might be able to be invincible on the battlefield under the protection of armor, but facing such a fierce longbow, he would still suffer hatred under heavy arrows.

What's more, the target they were going to shoot at the moment didn't even wear armor.

That cloth robe appeared on the battlefield, which made people laugh so much.

"preparation!"

Arrows like short spears were placed on the exaggerated big bows, and a total of thirty big bows pointed at the figure in the cloth robe.

He is dead.

Whether it's the longbowmen or the local tyrant Lao Luo hiding in the forest, they have clearly recognized this fact at this moment.

Even if the impact of the lance can be avoided by superb positioning, the cover of the bow and arrow cannot be avoided. Facing the aim of thirty experienced archers, it is impossible for anyone to survive such a cover of firepower .

"After he's shot, it's going to be my turn."

Lao Luo, the local tyrant, sighed. He never imagined that because of his negligence, he not only wasted valuable mission props and gold coins, but even suffered the tragic ending of being shot to death by random arrows.

During this sigh, the commander of the cavalry had already swung down the long spear with the banner in his hand.

"put!"

hum-

The longbowmen shot arrows. They were all experienced archers. At such a close distance, it was impossible for them to miss.

The arrows whizzed past, and the longbowmen even saw and heard the sound of the arrows piercing into the flesh, and smelled the breath of blood bursting.

However, this bloody smell is not the familiar smell of human blood.

"……Um?"

Only then did the longbowmen who realized something was wrong saw that the figure rushing towards them didn't slow down even though it was full of arrows.

Just because it wasn't a human body at all, but a heavier one, the corpse of a war horse!

"Boom-"

The corpse of the war horse full of arrows hit the shield formation, and the huge impact knocked over a group of pawns on the spot. Even the big bows of several longbowmen were broken by their stumbling companions. It was originally airtight. A huge gap was smashed into the army formation for a while!

But in this gap, under the cover of the horse corpse, a cloth robe drove straight in.

A piece of stump and broken arm flew into the sky immediately.

A bloody red liquid fell from the air and stuck to Lao Luo's face. The slightly pungent smell made Lao Luo realize that it was probably blood spattered out.

This was also the first time he realized that blood could be splashed so far.

Perhaps, everything is due to the effect of the wind.

Lao Luo's vision was a bit blurred, he could hardly see Dubin, he could only see a gust of wind, a gust of wind blowing through the formation of the British army - that bloody gust of wind swept away the British army The spears and sharp swords in the hands of the soldiers were then returned to the bodies of the British soldiers. Broken arms, legs and feet were flying in mid-air, like layers of wheat waves swaying in the strong wind.

And that gust of wind slid across like a sickle, and the arc of the sharp blade was harvesting corpses one after another.

"Monster...monster!"

In an instant, the British army, which was still invincible just now, fell into chaos.

Whether it was the cavalry, the infantry, or the longbowmen, they all fell into a momentary confusion—you must know that they are the side with a large number of people, and they are the side with powerful force. But their enemy is just a mere person, not even wearing any armor, just bare hands, fully armed, if they want to kill such an enemy, they should be able to catch it with their hands.

But why within a few breaths, they were the ones who lost?

Why are they the ones being killed now?

What is going wrong here?

"run!"

I don't know who started this first, and then all the remaining British troops have reacted. Although they still don't understand what they are facing now, they have at least clearly realized that the enemy in front of them is simply Not something they can handle.

It is meaningless to continue fighting, and it is useless to rush to death. Facing the unparalleled terrifying existence, they can only run away, and only run away.

There may still be a chance if you escape, but if you die here, you will lose everything.

"Run!"

The commander of the cavalry turned his horse's head, and the intense fear made him instinctively rush into the woodland beside him.

The woodland means being able to get cover, which means being able to fight for more opportunities to escape. As long as he can not be noticed by that terrifying existence, he still has the possibility of escaping.

It's just that Lao Luo, a local tyrant hiding in the forest, didn't think so. When he saw that war horse rushing towards him, he only felt his scalp tingle.

When the eyes crossed, the cavalry commander on the horse also spotted the figure of the local tyrant Lao Luo. The gorgeous armor inlaid with gems made the cavalry commander pull out the sharp sword at the first time-but immediately, the sharp sword came again. Replaced with a mace, the hammer head studded with sharp steel nails can shatter the skull under the helmet with just one blow.

This also made Lao Luo, a local tyrant, give up the last chance. No matter how solid the armor on his body was, it could not stop the heavy mace swung by the cavalry on horseback.

The local tyrant Lao Luo pulled out the sword at his waist, but the trembling tip of the sword betrayed the panic in his heart.

The commander of the cavalry has poured all the fear into the mace in his hand.

It is impossible to retreat, that terrifying existence kills his soldiers behind his back, and if he turns back, he will also become a part of those stumped limbs - so there is only forward, and only forward, even in front of him There is a French knight in ambush, and he must kill him too!

"clang--"

The heavy mace knocked the long sword away easily, and took the local tyrant Lao Luo's head.

This made Lao Luo, the local tyrant, close his eyes.

Although he also knows that all of this is just a game, and he won't really shatter his head if he is hit by a mace, but will be sent back to the mission hall, but everything in front of him is so realistic, the hammer on the head The rusty wind was close at hand. At this moment, it seemed that his head was really about to be smashed, and he really felt the breath of death.

But at this moment, there was a whistling sound coming from afar.

"Puchi-"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh sounded, and hot blood splashed on the face of the local tyrant Lao Luo.

It made him open his eyes.

The fierce cavalry commander just now had been nailed to a tree. What pierced his chest was a long spear with a flag hanging on it. A big hand was holding the barrel of the long spear, but he pulled out the long spear with all his strength. down.

Afterwards, the spear was handed over to Lao Luo, a local tyrant, and the banner hanging on the spear had been dyed red with blood, and was whistling in the wind.

Looking at the figure in front of him who was also dyed bloody red, Lao Luo couldn't help swallowing.

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't you want the battle flag? Take it, this is the first shot."

Seeing the local tyrant Lao Luo who was still in a daze, Du Bin stuffed the banner into the opponent's hand again.

"Don't worry, everything is fine, everything has been cleaned up, the commander just now is the last one."

"...I didn't mean to ask that."

The local tyrant Lao Luo took a deep breath.

"I mean...Brother Bin, you really have only been in the game for two and a half days?"

"Yes, two and a half days."

Dupin nodded.

"In two and a half days, a sword came out, and then I went to work."

This also made the local tyrant Lao Luo's eyes turn to the saber.

This rare sword named Oath of Victory has not been unsheathed until now, and it just lies quietly in the cheap scabbard, as if it is some kind of unique decoration.

With bare hands, he killed the entire British army. This kind of strength... is simply the best of the best!

"...Wait, you just said work?"

Thinking of this, Lao Luo couldn't help raising his head.

Such a master, or even a master of masters?What kind of work do you usually have?It can't be some professional e-sports competition, right?Could it be that what he met was a legendary professional player?

"Well, it's not."