The battle has entered the white heat, the knife is bloody, everyone has fought fiercely, either you die or I die. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info here, there is no mercy to speak of, there is no humanity to speak of, no matter whether it is despicable or indecent, as long as it can take the other party's life, no one will not do it.

This is the battlefield.

At every moment, there are blood flowers blooming, and life is withering.

Overall, the mercenaries are at a disadvantage. In terms of combat qualities, the average literacy of the two mercenary groups is one or two notches higher than that of the attackers. However, the attacker is the initiator of the attack, and he has a favorable geographical advantage, and he is unprepared to attack it with leisure, and he is only a lot more numerous than the mercenary group, and has been suppressing the two mercenary groups, so that they cannot launch a real counterattack.

However, if you want to seal the win, it doesn't have to be. The mercenaries were indeed at a disadvantage and fought very passively, but they did not disrupt their positions because of the sudden attack, although the raiders' attack suppressed their counter-attack, but they did not succeed in breaking their defenses, and the two sides kept stalemate, exchanging blood and lives.

The near-1-to-1 battle loss ratio declares what a brutal battle it was, and the narrow pass is like a well-hidden bloody mouth, greedily and mercilessly devouring everyone's lives, and no one can escape.

Yes, no one can escape.

Jill nodded, lowering his horsewhip, the caravan now recovering from the initial onslaught and regaining its composure. In the final analysis, they are all people who have traveled from south to north to see the wind and waves, and they are not so easily knocked down, and the ambush of the attackers can only make them panic for a moment.

"You've seen it, the battle is going to be tough right now." Jill did not shy away from saying, "Our lives are now tied to the mercenaries, and if the mercenaries fail, our fate can be imagined." So......" he glanced around at everyone, "let's fight together." ”

Seasoned travellers know that words can sometimes pale and that action is the cure for fear. Now that the members of his business group have almost calmed down and can distinguish the stakes, at this time, as long as they take the lead in the battle, no one will choose to back down.

Without hesitation, Jill walked alone in the front, his right hand rubbing the long sword at his waist.

- Old man, how many years have you not fought side by side?

Few people know that every lone merchant who is still alive is a good warrior. In this world of bandits, who dares to run between two places alone, who doesn't have two brushes in their hands? Not only him, but even the young merchants in his business group, who have been walking outside all the year round, are used to seeing life and death, and how many of them have not practiced martial arts in private in case of emergency?

Naturally, the martial arts of the merchants are not the same as the mercenaries who lick the blood with their knives, but the addition of more than a dozen new forces has tilted the balance of victory a little in favor of the mercenaries. From the beginning of the battle to the present, for the first time, the mercenary side seized the initiative in the battle.

It's just the initiative.

The pass still resembles a huge flesh millstone, mercilessly devouring the lives of both sides.

There is no light at all for victory, and despair is left for both sides.

This is not the winning point of the battle.

Gil is worthy of being a veteran traveling merchant, his martial arts far surpass the young men in the merchant group, and he directly catches up with the best mercenaries, and he has cut off his first head before he has joined the battlefield for ten mushas. But instead of rejoicing in this, on the contrary, he fell into deep apprehension.

Yes, worry.

Judging from the main battlefield of the mercenaries in the pass, their side seems to have the advantage, and the end of the battle is only a matter of how much it will cost and how long it will take. But Jill knew that it was not the main battlefield that seemed to be outnumbered, but the battle of the fighters.

This is not to say that the fighters can be invincible with one hundred directions, but the mercenaries are too close in battle, and if they fight to the end, there will not be many people left on both sides, and at this time, the fighters who have their hands free have enough power to decide the victory.

The enemy's commanders must have seen this, and their offensive began to slow down, and the number of dead and wounded on both sides gradually decreased. When conventional forces are not enough to win a decisive victory, no one wants to drive their soldiers to their deaths for no reason.

So, the current situation ......

Jill's gaze swept over the mercenaries who were fighting one by one, and finally froze in the distance.

- It's up to you, old guys!

The battle situation of the old fellows who were pinned on high hopes was not optimistic, Alfonso was not a warrior, even if he was extremely talented and powerful, had far more experience in the battle formation than everyone present, and could even beat the opponent in the confrontation, but without "strength", he could not resist the impact of the mystery after all.

After thirty years of fierce fighting, the enemy's fighters gradually lost their breath, and after holding each other for a while, they retreated with the help of a force, and shouted: "This blow will surely crush all the enemies!" ”

It's a proclamation! It's mysterious!

Alfonso reacted, but there was no good solution. The Ucanth is the most shameless place for the warriors, and the fighters who have not learned the Esoteries have enough self-confidence to match, but once they have learned and mastered the Esoteria, he is not an opponent at all.

If the subordinate warrior himself still belongs to the human category, his strength and speed do not exceed the limits that humans can accept. Then the mystery of the warrior is the power that makes them truly transcend humans and reach the realm of monsters.

It was an overwhelming force that completely transcended the limits of mortals and could not be faced.

Other words......

Are you going to die?

Lower your eyelids slightly, then raise your tomahawk!

All he could do was ......

- Fight to the death!

Since you can't dodge, you can't resist, then attack!

Before you get hit by the Ugan, before you are killed by the Ugan, before you take your last breath, swing the tomahawk, swing the tomahawk, and slash the enemy!

Don't run away, don't retreat, move forward!

Slash!

Wrapped in a frenzied determination to die, Alfonso strode towards the enemy, roaring and screaming, squeezing every ounce of his strength and burning every ounce of his life, and as he approached the last step of the enemy, his spirit climbed to the pinnacle of his life!

Swing the axe! Slash!

The enemy's warriors were momentarily overwhelmed by their courage, and it was not until Alfonso got close that he reacted, and the Ao Yi shot a minute later than Alfonso swung his axe. However, it was this difference of one point, and before the mystery was gone, Alfonso swung the peak axe that condensed his spirit, and cut off his left arm.

It's a pity......

Before he could even sigh, the whistling war hammer struck him in the shoulder blades, and then the devastating force hit his whole body, and without even a snort, the Lorentine eagle who crawled out of the battlefield finally fell to the battlefield.

Kick up a cloud of dust.

Alfonso died, but there was no winner in this battle. Less than ten steps from his body, the warrior he had killed silently bent down and picked up his arm. In this era of alchemy, there is no possibility of recovery unless a bishopric-level priest in charge of the party takes action.

That is, his path ends there.

That's it.

With an indescribable feeling, he moved his gaze to the other side of the battlefield, where the battle was raging.

Jia Ding is worthy of being a powerful mercenary with the title of "Spiritual Wind", and he is only slightly inferior to one enemy and two enemies. The so-called title is the pearl in the crown of the strong, and unlike the nicknames given by the mercenaries in private, such as "Fierce Beast" and "Eagle", the real title is a unique title that can only be awarded after reporting to the Mastan Mercenary Association.

There are only five powerhouses at the title level in Ainiji City, and Jardine is one of them.

The people who can get the title are all the top figures in the mercenary group under the jurisdiction of each mercenary branch, such as Mecarona's "big sword" Izzaka "Viper" Naka, they are the only two title powerhouses in that remote town, and each of them is at the peak of their strength among the lower fighters.

As one of the five pinnacles of Aniji, Jadin is best known for his body pace, his body and pace are particularly flexible in battle, just like a gust of wind, unpredictable, and the mercenaries with inferior strength can't even touch the corners of his clothes, so they can only cry out in vain.

However, information about him has long been sent to the room of the mastermind, and the two enemies he fights are extremely agile warriors. Although his body still has a great advantage, in the face of the quick attack of the two, the whole battle has been suppressed.

It's really hard to deal with.

After all, people only have two hands and two feet, and their vision is only less than 180 degrees in front of them. Don't look at Jardine still fighting, but there are already seven wounds on his body, large and small, the deepest one is in his left arm, and several bones are visible.

"The eagle has broken its wings, give up resistance, Jardin." Compared to him, the two fighters were much more relaxed, and they even had the energy to observe the battle situation on the other side, "You have no hope, continuing to fight will only add to the pain." ”

Jardine didn't reply, he wasn't sure if Alfonso had been defeated, and now he was undoubtedly walking on an extremely dangerous tightrope, and he couldn't afford to think about it. What's more, even if Alfonso loses, all he can do is avenge him.

And the enemy is here, right in front of him.

Just defeat them!

Jardine gritted his teeth and insisted, he himself didn't know if there was any hope of victory, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold on, he just persevered, persevered, persevered, and persevered, until he could no longer hold on, and persevered until he shed his last drop of blood.

Who is he? He's "Spirit" Jardin, and there's no way he's going to fall here!

How many wounds are there on the body? There was no way to know that his body was gradually losing consciousness, and even the pain was numb, and even his eyes were covered with blood and sweat, and he couldn't open them at all.

Can't die.

He roared in his heart, but his consciousness sank into darkness little by little......

Yes, there is...... Stopped?

Failed?

Jill was partly focused on the battle of the warriors on both sides of the battlefield. When he noticed that Alfonso had his shoulder blades shattered by an enemy's hammer, and he was covered in blood, he really didn't know what the expression on his face was—was it sadness? Is it anger? Or despair?

Or both.

Still, there is hope.

He convinced himself that Alfonso's final blow that burned his own blood and slashed off his opponent's left arm, and that his enemies had used the mystery in battle, would have a certain period of weakness for quite some time, and it would not be enough to be the decisive factor in the victory.

But luck was completely shattered when he witnessed the battle of Jardin, who was extremely strong, and one person could fight more than a dozen musa with two fighters, and his body was agile, and he brushed shoulders with the blades of the two several times. Outsiders may think that they are expecting a miraculous reversal, but Jill knows that his old friend has always cherished himself and never danced on the tip of a knife.

Being forced to this point can be said to be exhausted.

Yes, the mountains are exhausted.

Ten Musa later, Jill who had killed another enemy watched as his bloodied old friend fell to the ground after dodging an attack, never to get back up.

Is it going to end?

He closed his eyes and waited for the end of everything.

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