"Huh...... Who......"

Yue Nuo lowered his head, dodged the two weapons that went straight to his neck, and his right hand clenched the long sword and exchanged it in a semicircle to his left hand, and then circled his body and returned to his right hand.

The two mercenaries only felt a sharp pain in their chests, blood sprayed from the wound on their chests that they didn't know when, and the two unlucky ones staggered forward a few steps with the inertia of the charge, and then fell heavily to the ground......

"Good swordsmanship!" On a roof not far away, Tyrantil was standing there, in fact, the old mage had just noticed the rebellion of the people in the land of warriors, and as a high-level spellcaster, it was still easy to monitor the movements of a small town.

"That's right, Yuenuo's swordsmanship was taught by the lord himself." Beside the old mage stood Louis, and when he heard Tyrantiel praise Yueno, the mayor couldn't help but feel proud. But then Louis remembered something, and looked at Tyrantil with a pleading expression.

"But aren't you really going to help us?"

"Of course, I only came here to build the Mage Tower, and you know that the caster will not do one less thing than he does, nor will he do one more superfluous thing." The old mage smiled and looked at Louis, who was full of confusion, and replied, "And your lord is a smart man, he must have taken all the accidents into account, so you should watch quietly." “

"Okay. Then I'll evacuate some nearby civilians first. Louis replied dejectedly, Tyrantil refused to help him, he couldn't help it, he couldn't beat the other party, he couldn't tie up the old man and throw him into the battlefield......

There was only one direction that Yuenuo could block, and most of the mercenaries ran past the little boy and charged in front of the militia...

"Steady! Stab out the spear! "A man with a full beard should be the vice-captain of this militia. He is now in charge of Yuenuo, and has taken over the command of the troops. When he shouted, the militia in the third row quickly stabbed out the spears in their hands!

The mercenaries who rushed to the front line were caught off guard. Pierced through the body by 5,6 sharp spears at the same time. Most of them are low-level warriors, and they only have a slight attribute advantage compared to the militia, they can single-handedly single out dozens of militiamen of this level in a row, but when dozens of militias are pinched into a whole, they are not opponents.

But after all, professionals are different from ordinary people......

The mercenaries in the back row completely ignored the corpses of their companions, and when they supported the militia to take back their spears, they slashed their weapons heavily into the shields held by the militiamen in the first row, and the strength advantage of the mercenaries was instantly reflected, and these ordinary people could not withstand the charge of the warriors + slash even with the support of their companions behind, and they were knocked to the ground by the mercenaries one after another......

Some of the hapless militiamen had their heads cut in half by the mercenaries. Blood mixed with white brains sprinkled across the bodies of the others......

"Resist, don't mess up the camp, the second row of vertical shields advances, the third row resists the second row, and the fourth row erects spears! Robinson, you take over the command next! The bearded adjutant saw that the formation had been broken up, and after giving the order in a hurry, he drew his short knife and pounced on the nearest mercenary, and the other survivors of the first platoon of militia made the same choice as the adjutant, and they wanted to give their lives to delay the time of their colleagues behind. Thus regrouping them into a phalanx.

These ordinary people also know very well in their hearts that if they and the mercenaries fall into a melee now, they will only lose miserably, and their only chance of winning is to form a group and confront the mercenaries!

More than a dozen corpses were entangled and collapsed on the narrow street. It is terrible for a person not to die, and a mercenary has just pierced the heart of his opponent with his own weapon, only to find the young man smiling with blood on the corner of his mouth. He jammed his weapon with his body at the end of his life, and then the mercenary was beheaded by the others.

"Forward!" Robinson regrouped his formation. Shouting the order to attack, the newly integrated militia marched forward with neat steps. And in front of them are the mercenaries of the Warrior Country who are still entangled with the militia in the front row......

"Poof" "Poof" "Poof......

Blood flowers bloomed, and many soldiers were hugged by ordinary people who usually looked down on them at all, and then pierced from behind by spears, and those militiamen who hugged them were naturally killed by their companions at the same time, but they did not have a little fear of death on their faces, but died with a relieved smile.

This is the territory they have built with their own hands, and anyone can take away the town of Tuke!

Especially those who have already tried what it's like to be uprooted from their homeland, they can't possibly let this happen to them again, even at the cost of blood and fire.

If Acoste sees the state of his militia team here now, I believe that the Half-Elf Sword Saint will be very pleased, because even if the strength of this team is still very weak, they already have a king's army, the most important component of the division of a hundred battles, the foundation, courage.

At this time, the second wave of mercenaries led by the bald man finally approached the battlefield, but they did not dare to rush forward......

Because there was a team of colleagues in front of him who were equal in strength and equal in number, all of them were killed, but the opponent was still in good shape, and slowly walked towards him with a sense of slaughter.

"Why are they so good?" This was the thought of many members of the Land of Warriors who had not yet died, and in their original estimates, these militias should have been scattered by themselves, followed by their one-sided slaughter!

But when they saw the spearhead dripping with blood and the expressionless faces, the mercenaries began to drum in their hearts, and they began to hesitate, fearing that they would be traded for their lives by those madmen......

"Ahh

Just as the mercenaries flinched, a familiar voice with a scream sounded from behind, and the mercenaries turned around to see a headless corpse lying on the ground, and standing next to the corpse was Yuenuo, Russell, who was holding Lakchel's blood-covered head in his hand, and walked towards him step by step......

The mercenaries panicked, Lakchel was their captain and the most powerful warrior among them, since even the most powerful people were dead, how could they beat each other?

The bald man saw that the situation on the sidelines had changed sharply, and he cunningly pushed away his companions and ran towards the outside of Tuke Town, he wanted to make his companions a shield to buy him some time.

But he didn't expect that he was the first to take the lead, and the remaining mercenaries completely collapsed, and all the members of the mercenary group of the Warrior Country fell apart in an instant, screaming and discarding their weapons, and fled out of the town with the bald man......

"Longbow ready!" Yue Nuo glanced at the mercenaries coldly, raised his left hand and gave an order, and the militiamen followed Yue Nuo's gesture to take off the wooden bow hanging from their waists, and bent their bows and arrows to aim at the back of the scattered mercenaries.

……………

There was not one out of ten members of the Warrior Township who escaped to the gate of Tuke Town alive, and they turned their heads to see that the militia of Tuke Town, who looked like death, did not chase them out, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief......

"Kill them, not one of them will be left!"

A cold female voice came from in front of him, and the mercenaries raised their heads and looked forward, their faces grim...... (To be continued.) )