Desperate sorrow rose uncontrollably on the boy's face, but when he wiped the tears and snot from his face with his sleeve, and set his eyes on the swordsman again, all the grievances, unwillingness and panic, turned to mad violence, and in the midst of a wild scream, the boy rushed up against the swordsman with a steel pipe in his hand.

Looking at this opponent with a hideous face, but still looking too immature, the swordsman did not put the katana back into the scabbard, nor did he raise it above the top again, but suddenly raised the katana flat. The boy, who was screaming and lunging at him, threw himself into the net, skewering his body to the katana and down to the hilt.

The steel pipe fell on the submarine, and almost at the same time, the swordsman's hands were grabbed by the boy, and the boy opened his mouth, revealing two rows of teeth that were originally white enough to shoot toothpaste commercials, but now they were dyed with a layer of rose-colored teeth because of the blood gushing up, and bit down hard at the swordsman's throat.

The swordsman's body sank slightly, the boy's teeth bit the swordsman's shoulder, he pulled hard, and bit off a rag, looking at the swordsman's shoulder, the deep tooth marks that he bit out, the boy's eyes raised a trace of happiness and revenge, but soon, the boundless darkness swallowed him, making him completely unconscious.

Even if he died, the boy still had a smile on his face.

He was so small and so weak, he was the most humble of the "Odin" pirates, anyone could tell him to do things, and some people even once expressed interest in his ass and asked him to bring himself a baby oil at any time. But today, he was the first to make the swordsman, such a terrible opponent, pay the price of blood.

He didn't need to look back at all to know that the old sailors who had disdained him must now be looking at him with respect, that his mother would receive a rather large pension, that his younger brother would be funded by the "Odin" pirate regiment, that he would go out of Iceland to go to school in a real city, and that he might even find a good job in the future, and marry a woman who didn't need to be pretty, but who had big breasts and round butts to give birth, so that their family's blood would blossom and fall outside. Even, his mother may find another man to marry, because her son is a true warrior, and there will be a man who will step forward and have a new son with her.

It was in this short minute that this teenage boy experienced the transformation of a boy and a man on the battlefield until he became a hero, and then tasted the taste of the enemy's blood in his mouth, and with a smile of no regrets, he plunged headlong into the sea.

The swordsman stretched out his hand, touched the wound on his shoulder, picked up a bead of blood with his fingers, and put it into his mouth, tasting the taste of his own blood, the swordsman was originally as calm as water, even if it was a continuous blood battle, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, and a wisp of abnormal blood red slowly rose, and even his breathing became a little short.

The smart blonde Enredi, who had been standing quietly at the back of the line, saw the changes in the swordsman, and the pupils of his eyes were rapidly contracting.

As a commander, the smart blonde Enredi clearly understands that no matter how good a person's combat skills are, there is a limit to willpower, and on the battlefield of cold weapons, facing one after another opponents who may not be strong, but are not afraid of death, even if his physical strength is still abundant, morale and willpower will be consumed little by little, and the most common saying of the Chinese is that the thousand people see themselves without illness, referring to this truth.

But in the swordsman's body, the smart blonde Enredi saw the abnormal changes, and after thinking for a moment, the smart blonde Enredi walked to the front of the team before the fifth team member and the swordsman duel, and carefully watched the swordsman's every move at close range, and the smart blonde Enredi suddenly said: "You used to suffer from autism when you were a child. ”

The clever blonde Enredi's words were not asked by the swordsman, but directly used an affirmative tone.

The swordsman replied indifferently: "Hmm." ”

The smart blonde Enredi gasped slightly, his gaze skipped over the swordsman and fell directly on Shi Shaoying's body, "Your Excellency, good means!" ”

Shi Shaoying waved the little pirate flag in his hand and responded with a smile: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." ”

The swordsman once suffered from autism when he was a child, and the reason why it attracted the attention of the smart blonde Enredi was because this group had some too alternative, even weird group characteristics.

They don't like to hook up with people by nature, in their eyes, what kind of family, warmth, friendship, is all floating clouds, even if their own mother dies in front of them, or is hurt by the mob, they will not have any mood swings. They don't know what irritability is, they look at a leaf, and they can often look at it for hours, immersed in their inner world, in a parallel state with the outside world. I don't know how many martial arts masters want to have this kind of transcendent state of mind through meditation and mind cultivation, but there are probably only a handful of people who can reach this level throughout the ancient and modern times, and those who can reach this realm are all real martial arts masters without exception.

With such a strong person who will never be destroyed in his heart, and has spent ten years practicing swords, in the world of cold weapons, may I ask, how strong is he?!

Looking at the swordsman's slightly reddened eyes, the smart blonde Enredi took out a knife from his pocket, slowly cut his left hand, and then raised his left fist, relying on the blood beads to slowly gather in his palm, and finally oozing out and dripping at the bottom of the fist.

Looking at the beads of blood flowing from the hands of the smart blonde Enredi, the swordsman stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly on his lips. It was such a small gesture that the expression on the face of the smart blonde Enredi became even worse.

People with autism, some of them, when walking in the line, will deliberately push the person in front of them down, or find a way to hurt the person next to them, because they like the bright color of blood that comes out of the human body, and they like to hear the moans of others because of the pain.

Such people don't know what pity is at all, and naturally they can't feel the murderous and dying struggles of others, they like the taste of blood, they will be paranoid and let the people around them shed more blood, as for how many people will die in the process, they don't care, whether they will be hurt or not, they don't care either.

Obviously, just now, the swordsman has begun to like the taste of blood, and is "allergic" to blood. Even his gaze revealed excitement and longing from the soul. Although the excitement and eagerness were not particularly strong, his excitement grew stronger as the battle continued and the death toll and blood increased.

Faced with such an opponent, the smart blonde Enredi felt that his scalp began to tingle, and the goosebumps on his skin became denser and more dense.

Even if the clever blonde Enredi had already made the worst prediction of the battlefield situation, he did not expect that Shi Shaoying, the captain who represented the Somali pirates in the competition, would be able to force them to this point with a counterattack when they were surrounded by enemies everywhere.

"Our ancestors had the custom of erecting planks on the bow of the ship, and everyone lined up to take turns to duel."

The clever blonde Enreddy knew that he had to break this tradition today, and that he had to break it without hurting the fighting spirit and faith of all the members. "We will try to persevere with the courage left by our ancestors, but I think times are changing, and the weapons we use are also changing, and in the 21st century, even if we follow the Viking tradition of life and death duels, the weapons used should be guns!"

Speaking of this, the smart blonde Enredi smiled: "Otherwise, how about all of us change our guns and take turns to send team members forward to shoot at each other one-on-one?" ”

"You think you're making a western cowboy movie?"

Shi Shaoying took a step forward, dragged the swordsman fiercely, and walked to the front by himself, and finally didn't let this madman who wanted to prove that the katana could split bullets on the modern battlefield nodded and allowed the other party to use firearms, Shi Shaoying's eyes widened: "Why don't you say it, now is the era of fighter jets, don't use guns, one person drives a fighter jet, and how about taking turns to use fighter jets to duel?" Or, let's get a tank in our hands and put on a live-action version of Crazy Tank? ”

The smart blonde Enreddy also widened his eyes, and looked at Shi Shaoying fiercely: "According to your reasoning, as the descendants of the Vikings, should we still drive a hand-built wooden ship with sharp horns, hang sails and a wooden oar swung by manpower to scurry back and forth over the Pacific Ocean?" Destroyers, submarines, aircraft carriers have replaced the wooden sailing ships of hundreds of years ago, and guns have replaced cold weapons such as swords, this is the progress of the times, and what we will never change while advancing with the times is the courage and blood we inherited from our ancestors, rather than the mode of resting on our laurels! ”

Just when Shi Shaoying's heart was racing, and he was reorganizing his language to refute the smart blonde Enredi, the swordsman suddenly spoke: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid, what's the reason to say!" ”

It may be that the clever blonde Enredi's theory of weapon progress is in essential conflict with the beliefs that the swordsman insists, and finally succeeded in angering the swordsman, the swordsman took two steps forward, stood in front again, and he waved his knife and pointed it at the blonde Enredi's nose: "Find a place, you can go up together!" ”

The swordsman looked at all the members of the "Odin" pirate group standing on the submarine, "Don't dare to fight alone, just come together, don't even dare to do this, then get out of the way!" ”

At this time, Shi Shaoying really wanted to praise the swordsman's wonderful speech, ha, what is justified and not loud, what is imposing?

(To be continued)