After a series of explosions, everyone on the battlefield was blown up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 One by one, they were either frightened by the loud explosion and fled in all directions, or they were blinded by the dazzling bright light, and they couldn't see the battlefield clearly for a while.

Whether it was the villagers or the guards, they all staggered, and the two sides who were still fighting inextricably stopped at the same time.

This gave Will and the others an opportunity, and he led some other villagers who had been prepared to attack as soon as possible, and killed several guards one after another while the guards could not react.

The afterglow of the explosion did not last long, after all, it was just a simple dust explosion, not a professional bomb in modern warfare, except for a few unlucky people who were unlucky enough to be blown away, the rest of the people were simply frightened, in fact, they did not receive substantial damage.

The guards were one step ahead of the villagers, and their situation was very unfavorable. They had already suffered several casualties under the onslaught of the villagers, and then they were caught off guard by Will, and now they only had half of their forces left. Suffering such a heavy blow, the guards did not have the courage to continue the attack, so they could only rely on the long halberd to form an array and defend.

On the other side, the villagers were not having a good time, they were able to severely defeat the morale of the guards by virtue of their numerical superiority and temporary bravery, and at the cost of several times the number of casualties on their side compared to the guards.

The two sides fought for less than half an hour, and more than 30 people were killed and wounded. It is believed that without Sauron's leading charge, the casualties of the villagers would have been even greater.

Now, the massive explosion not only interrupted the momentum of the Edelman's attack, but also dispelled the last madness of the villagers. Faced with the long and sharp halberd flowing with blood, no one dared to break into it as desperately as before.

The battle began to reach a stalemate, the defenders did not have the strength to attack again, and the villagers did not dare to risk their lives to die, and both sides waited for the other to break the stalemate. At this point, the casualties on both sides reached half, and if it weren't for the fact that there was no turning back on either side, they would have retreated long ago.

Jackman touched his aching chest and struggled to get up from the ground. Just now, he and his men and horses were pushed out by the shock wave generated by the explosion. He ended up falling in a haystack, and although there was some pain in his chest, there was no sign of a fracture.

glanced at a cavalryman beside him, who was still energetic and murderous before, but now he was lying motionless on the potholed ground. Take a closer look at the lower half of his body completely crushed under his war horse, and a large pool of blood flowed out from under the horse's belly, obviously he was not saved.

However, the unlucky ones were a minority after all, and there were still many soldiers who got up again, although they all fell bruises and purples one by one, but this did not affect their combat effectiveness.

Soon, the horsemen, who had lost their horses, were reunited. Although they have lost their horses, the orders of Lord Sir must be carried out.

Jackman picked up the fallen sword from the ground and limped into the battlefield with the cavalry. There was no way for him to retreat, he knew that if he didn't get Master Iverson out safely, he would die.

The appearance of the cavalry team made the guards cheer excitedly. The defenders, who had been isolated and desperate, regained their morale after the cavalry entered the field.

"It's over... There is no help... ”

"I'm so tired... I don't want to move anymore... ”

"I want to sleep... He's dead... You don't have to suffer anymore. ”

"O Light, grant me the last joy, so that I will not suffer the sufferings of this world, and please let me return to your bosom."

On the contrary, the villagers seemed to have encountered the last straw that overwhelmed their morale. Although they once fought for their lives to save their lives, they fought for their lives. But the morale of the people is like flowing water, once the balance is broken, it will soon fall down.

Many of the villagers have given up their resistance in despair, and at this point, they no longer want to die in pain, they just want to die happily.

Struggles are painful and require giving. A person who can bravely face difficulties and face survival without flinching, we make them heroes, and we admire them precisely because we can't do it ourselves. These poor peasants, although they tried, finally compromised with failure. This is their pitiful place, and this is their pathetic place.

The combat effectiveness of the cavalry has been greatly reduced, but in the face of the peasants who have laid down their arms and are waiting for death, they can still show their last ability and give the peasants an end.

"Get up! The battle isn't over yet! Get up! ”

Will shouted loudly, but could not stop more and more villagers from giving up their resistance. He saw that he was anxious in his eyes, he didn't expect that at this last and most critical moment, these villagers would drop their chains.

"Just hold on a little longer and we'll win! You see, they have no combat power anymore, just fight for the last one! ”

"Will, forget it, it's impossible to win. They are aristocrats, and we ... We're just a bunch of farmers. ”

Will looked at the numb villagers and shouted angrily, "You shit! We are people! We're human! I'm going to get ahead someday! I don't want to be as cowardly as you are! I want to be a human being! I want to be the master of all! If you can't do it, I'll do it myself! ”

How many times, how many times have I seen these nobles arrogant and domineering in front of me. How many times did the nobleman take away from his family the food and goods of his hard work without a trace of effort. No! I want to be my own master! What the nobles can have, I want to get!

Will clenched the knife in his hand, and no longer looked at the stupid and cowardly villagers, he rushed alone to the cavalry that was wantonly slaughtering. In this last moment, he no longer relied on those poor and pathetic villagers, he decided to rely on himself!

The sword in his hand invaded the flesh and skin of a villager, and the sharp blade easily cut through the skin of the human body, and blood spurted out, staining his chest red. Jackman had never felt so comfortable. The pent-up fear of death in his heart and the resentment of the villagers were constantly vented in the killing.

Touching his cheek casually and wiping away the blood splashed on his face, Jackman did not stop his movements, and continued to move forward. Although most of his opponents had given up resistance and surrendered with their hands raised. The reason why he didn't stop was because he still had one of the most important tasks to complete, and that was to find Young Master Iverson. (To be continued.) )