A heavy sword swung up, the cold light like a glow, carrying a broken arm and a puff of blood spraying out.

Beads of blood spilled out along the trajectory of the blade of the heavy sword, landing in a line.

The severed arm was a young militiaman who looked to be only about eighteen or nine years old.

This militiaman is still very young, and he should have a future full of possibilities, but now he has to do everything in his power to drive the invaders away at the cost of his own life in this war to defend his homeland.

The militiaman already had several horrific scars on his body, and the severed left arm was not even his fatal wound! On his back, there was a hideous scar that stretched from the tail vertebrae to his neck, and the flesh of the scar rolled out to the sides, revealing the inner cervical vertebrae, which looked like it was about to burst out with the militiaman's movements.

The blood loss had already made his face extremely pale, and even his own consciousness was completely unconscious, but he never fell, and his firm faith and amazing will made him the most striking figure in the battlefield here. The sharp pain in his left hand made his facial features twisted extremely hideously, but he still did not choose to take a half step back, the spear he held in his right hand had just pierced through the body of an enemy, and it seemed to be a little difficult to pull out at the moment, so he simply stretched out his right hand to pinch the heavy sword soldier who cut off the snake of Hubbinder in his left hand.

Another chill like lightning!

This time, the young militiaman, who had lost his right hand, finally collapsed completely, and he let out a terrible scream.

The man with the heavy sword had a hideous face, his eyes were red, he was snorting thickly, and his face was characterized by extreme excitement. He clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, raised the heavy sword in his hand, and let out a beast-like roar as if to give vent to himself, and slashed at the young militiaman whose arms had been cut off by him.

The sword made a whistling sound, as if even the air was about to be sliced apart.

The heavy sword landed on the neck of the militiaman, and there was a faint resistance from the blade. But it couldn't stop the terrifying force of this heavy sword.

This time. There was no blood spurted, and it seemed that the blood in the militiaman's body had been completely drained.

The blade of the sword cut the skin, and then landed on the inner layer of the cervical vertebrae, and with a slight force, even the cervical vertebrae had been cut off, and then the heavy sword slashed out diagonally, once again swaying out a line of blood.

Screams. Abrupt stop.

The militia slipped diagonally to the left from the cut of the heavy sword from the upper body above the chest cavity. Then the other half of the body, which finally lost the control of the brain, fell to its knees and slowly fell, and the little blood left flowed out of the severed place, but it failed to form a pool of blood.

The man with the heavy sword looked up. The hideous face made him look a little crazy, and his gaze wandered across the battlefield, as if searching for a target.

But before he could find a new target, a sharp pain suddenly came from his back, followed by a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down, and saw a small spear piercing his chest, the wooden shaft and the iron head, all dyed dark red. There was even a little minced organ meat at the tip of the gun.

The hideous man jerked out his left hand. Then gritting his teeth as he gritted the barrel of the gun. Judging by the amount of force coming from his left hand, it seemed that the other party was trying to pull the spear back. Then the hideous man held the hilt of the heavy sword with one hand, and used all his strength to turn around and drive the heavy sword to the back, but this time, perhaps because of the imbalance of strength, the right hand of the hideous man could not be raised so high, and the blade of the heavy sword only slashed into the right rib of the person behind him, and then it was stuck because of exhaustion.

Fresh, fiery blood spurted out like a blowout from the wound under the ribs.

With a hint of unwillingness and resentment, the heavy sword man's right hand gradually loosened, and he could no longer hold the hilt of the heavy sword.

Losing its support, the heavy sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

This sword does not seem to have completely taken the life of this militiaman, but in the current battlefield, this sword is equivalent to taking the life of this militiaman.

The young militiaman bit his lower lip and endured the sharp pain in his right rib, his left hand quickly reached over to cover it, but the blood continued to pour out from between his fingers, quickly staining his left hand and clothes, and then dripping to the ground from between his fingers. As if to be distracted, the militia gripped the shaft of the spear in his right hand, because it was so hard that his knuckles were even white, he suddenly pulled the spear out, this time there was no force to stop him from pulling the spear, but because of the wrong estimation of the force, he staggered back a few steps.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp cracking sound sounded softly.

A feathered arrow suddenly shot into the throat of this young militiaman, and because of its strong force, the arrow of this feathered arrow even broke through the back of the militiaman's neck and came out through his body!

The force was so strong that the militiaman's staggering pace became even louder, and he opened his mouth as if to make a sound, but only a sobbing sound of complete inexplicable meaning came out. He held the spear to the ground to stabilize himself from retreating and possibly fall, but then another arrow came at the heart of the militiaman, but this time the feathered arrow did not come out.

The militiaman still stood still, holding the spear in his backhand, and then raised it vigorously in a throwing motion.

His eyes were already a little misty, and the archer, who was only more than thirty meters away from him, was a little shaky as drunk, and he couldn't take aim. He could only see that the archer had drawn his bow and put on a new feathered arrow, but before he could shoot this arrow, two more feathered arrows came from both sides, one from the left and the other from the right, one piercing his left hand and piercing his right rib, and the other into his left eye.

And the scene that he saw in the last shadow of his consciousness was that the archer, whom he had targeted, released the bowstring in his hand and shot the feathered arrow at him.

The spear held high by the militia still failed to throw it after all.

His consciousness began to be surrounded by darkness and slowly fell. But until the last moment of death, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and it was a smile of satisfaction, for in the last scene he saw not only an arrow shot at himself, but also his companion with a spear and a spear breaking through the blockade of several sword and shield men, and the one who rushed fastest among them let out a beastly roar. While plunging the spear in his hand into the archer's body.

His remnants of the most rearly consciousness. I can vaguely figure out who this companion who avenged himself is.

In my impression, it seems that he lives next door to him, his mother seems to have died in childbirth, and he originally had his father and an uncle at home. But a few years ago, it seems that he died in the war between the Duchy of Lane and the kingdom, and I heard that he was killed by a very beautiful female mage, and now it seems that there is only one grandfather left in the family?

But didn't you hear that he was seriously injured in the clash with the Serpent of Hubbard the other day? Why are you still here now?

But. He couldn't figure out the answer anymore, but he just needed to know that he wasn't alone.

At least I still have companions, and they will definitely work together with my share!

……

The cruelty and tragedy of the war finally made these militiamen realize that this is not training, and it is not something that can be solved with the phrase "oops, we lost".

Because this is the real battle they are going to risk their lives!

Underdog. Lives will be paid in this war.

Prior to this, these militiamen had not fallen too significantly in the secret fight with the snake of Harbind, and the brawls between them had always been won and lost. This made them feel that the so-called Harbinder Serpent Mercenary Group seemed to be just like that, and it was not a big deal.

But until now, the two sides have really gambled their lives in the war. Only then did they realize how naïve their previous ideas were.

When these mercenaries pick up their weapons. The combat effectiveness they displayed was simply the same as before. Maybe it's because I'm used to seeing life and death, and I'm used to bloodshed. Therefore, no matter how tragic the war was, they still did not forget those tactical cooperation, advanced and retreated with each other in an orderly manner, and also knew how to protect and support each other.

Nearly forty men ambushed a team of the Serpent of Hubbinder, and it was they who led the charge and attack.

However, except for the first sneak attack, they managed to kill a few people, and then they became the slaughtered side - just by the enemy's counter-charge, the so-called cooperation became a joke, their formation was easily torn apart and cut by the opponent, and then under the opponent's long-range attack, they became a moving target. If it weren't for the fact that a few militiamen were desperately tearing apart a battle line, and even a militiaman who had never fallen even if his hands were cut off and his blood was dripping dry, they were afraid that they would not have been able to completely annihilate this team.

However, as a result, it was only when another group of people rushed to support that it finally succeeded.

Nearly 40 people, including the more than 20 people who rushed to support, a total of more than 60 people, when the opponent was less than 30 people, they paid more than 30 lives to finally annihilate the opponent.

Can such a result still be called a victory?

Looking at the stumps, broken corpses, weapons scattered all over the ground, and the blood that stained almost the entire street, such a stark and shocking scene finally made the militiamen realize the cruelty of war. Everyone's faces have become extremely pale, and the strong smell of blood has even made several people lean over and vomit, and some people have even become dull in their eyes, as if they are already a little confused.

"Bang dang".

Everyone was awakened.

They saw one of the militiamen throwing away his weapon, and they remembered that the man seemed to be called Nock, whose father and uncle had died on the battlefield, and his mother, who had died in childbirth, was dependent on his grandfather. At this moment, he seems to have some injuries on his body.

"We have won this battle!" Nock said in a deep voice, then picked up a spear on the ground that belonged to the Serpent of Hubbard's mercenaries, it was an iron spear, "No matter how heavy our casualties are, if we completely annihilate our opponents, it will still be our victory!" …… We can't be in a daze here, the town needs us, and we have to work hard to protect our homeland! Even if you die in battle, you will not hesitate! ”

The eyes of all the militiamen suddenly brightened, and it seemed that the fighting spirit had been rekindled.

"Fight to the death!" Nock yelled.

"Fight to the death!" All the militiamen shouted. (To be continued.) )

PS: Count yesterday's sixth watch, count me as two shifts today, owe it first.