Chapter 128: Continued Deterioration

Another mercenary in the front row was directly knocked down by the opponent's shield blow, and before the partner in the back row stepped forward to fill the position, Kevin accelerated, and his burly and muscular figure had already appeared in the gap.

The Thief Blade and Shield Keeper, who had successfully opened the gap, was about to take a step forward and take the lead in expanding the breach, when he felt a flash in front of him, and a raised sole of boot quickly grew in front of him, and then slammed into his shield.

Accompanied by the "creaking" sound that anyone who hears it will feel that their teeth are sore, the shield that was deformed by a kick, together with the forearm that clenched the handle, slammed back into the chest of the sword and shield hand, and the surging force suddenly made his chest ache, his throat was sweet, and he almost fainted to death in one breath.

The force of the kick was so strong that the legs of the thief's shield man involuntarily left the ground, and when it was too late, it slammed into the sword and shield man behind him, and even the thief was knocked to the ground.

"I'll you!"

The sword and shield hand in the back row fell on his back, his back ached, and his body was still pressed against his fellow thieves in the front row, so he scolded, so he vented his dissatisfaction with this unwarranted disaster, and then hesitated, whether it was time to scold and urge his companion to slip up by himself, or even directly push him away more effectively, I saw my companion raise his head with difficulty, "poof", and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The black-red blood mist sprayed out from the mouth of his companion, and the sword and shield hand, who felt that he was unlucky a second ago, subconsciously grinned and laughed silently, and his mood was inexplicably much better, although the weight of the whole body in the front row was still pressing on him, but how to look at it, his brain turned quickly.

What a good piece of meat shield, it really deserves to be a good trapper known for his rough skin and thick meat!

Thanks to the goddess of luck for protection, this kick is not kicked in Lao Tzu's chest!

Not to mention how the thief sword and shield hand, who gained happiness from the comparison, was cranky, how he was afraid for a while, and completed the task of temporarily plugging the leak, Kevin's body flickered, and he quickly returned to his original position, ready to support the next place in danger at any time.

And the mercenary in the second row, who had already tacitly taken advantage of the fact that the commander of the regiment personally blocked the gap, helped up the partner who was knocked down, and then took a step forward himself, wielding a steel whip in his hand, and replaced him with the position of receiving the enemy in the front row.

Facing the steel whip smashed by the mercenary, it was two spears that stabbed at him, one on the left and one on the right, and the sharp blades that flashed with cold light blocked the little advantage that Captain Kevin had won with great difficulty, and it was the pikemen from the second formation of the thieves who made the move, and the timing was excellent.

Seeing that the two subordinates were kicked down and injured by the mercenary leader, the bearded Halden not only did not feel the slightest unhappiness, but showed a strange smile, and turned the wrists of his hands in a good mood, and a pair of heavy infantry halberds rotated slowly and evenly with his index finger as the axis.

The body of the halberd is like the fan blades of a windmill, while turning, it makes a heavy sound of breaking the air, mixed with the screams of life and death struggles, which is very inappropriate, just like the smiling face of the owner of the halberd at the moment.

Halden is indeed very happy, don't look at the big black guy not far away, this kick is not bad, and the morale of the mercenary side is not small, but unfortunately it can be seen from the mercenary captain's move that this so-called early intervention in the front-line battle just proves that the situation has deteriorated too quickly, and the defense line is in danger of collapsing at any time, so Kevin has lost his square inch a little, and he is not sure of the time to do it himself.

On the other hand, the master's vision is not bad, after Kevin retreated to his original position, his dark face had a brief flush, although it was fleeting, but it was captured in time by the old-eyed Haldon.

This confirms that the mercenary captain in the previous battle, in addition to a lot of skin injuries, did also suffer a lot of internal injuries, it is likely to be the end of the crossbow, and a few more emergency actions like this just now, I am afraid that without calling for his own battle, the burly man will fall before the battle.

For the deputy head of the thief regiment who is responsible for commanding the sword and shield men and pikemen into battle, it must be a good thing to make the mercenary leader constantly anxious and quickly exhaust the remaining fighting spirit and strength, and if he can win without a fight, it is definitely a good thing.

The priest "White Crane" was also very anxious, he had just finished treating a mercenary who was hit by an arrow in the knee, and seeing that the wounded place began to heal slowly, "White Crane" instructed: "It will take another quarter of an hour to recuperate before you can go up", after saying that, he felt in a trance, and his spirit was very tired, so he hurriedly sat down for fear of falling, and rested on the wall of the carriage.

"Can you still hold on?"

Battle asked with concern, leaning forward to see the priest clearly, but before he could move a little bigger, there was a heart-piercing pain in his shoulder, and the pain made the self-proclaimed strong mountain dwarf grin his teeth and break out in a cold sweat, and as soon as he finished speaking, he frowned, revealing a rare weak expression.

After the first fierce battle, the priest released several large areas of healing and recovery techniques, which are second-order spells, each of which brings a lot of consumption to the magician's mana reserves and spiritual power, especially when the attacker breaks through the defense line at the end, the "White Crane" quickly casts spells without reservation, and the result of extending the life of the mercenary partner is that his mana quickly bottoms out, and now it is beyond his reach.

"Do your best. ”

The priest closed his eyes and did not answer his companion's questions directly, and the battle was completely supported by willpower at this point, and if he let go in one breath, the consequences would be unimaginable.

And at this moment, he has the opportunity to get a short rest and meditation, thanks to Plitander taking on the other side of the pressure for the "White Crane", otherwise, the priest will probably have exhausted all his energy and become a single person.

Alun, who was leaning against the other side of the wall, also looked at the pastor with a sad face, and his white and abnormal face was silently telling the old man's weak current situation.

It's pitiful to say, all the deputy leaders of the Black Lion Mercenary Group, the three deputies that Kevin relies on deeply, are all half-dead at this time, and they can only obediently stay on the same carriage in the back, watching their partners retreat one after another, unable to do anything.

"I'm going to help Riz, the bald head is almost unbearable. ”

The mercenaries were attacked on both sides, and on the other side of the siege of the thieves, because there were no high-level warriors, they could only rely on the fifth-level Hansen and the fourth-level Ritz to preside over the overall situation, and withstand the onslaught led by the other two deputy commanders of the thieves group.

Battle saw that he couldn't help it, and he was ready to go up and fight hard.

"You give me a steady stay! The bald head can bear it for the time being. The 'healing technique' is not a 'healing technique', it is not so quick and completely recovered, if you seize the time to rest for a while, you can recover a few more combat strength, and now you can't even win the second-level soldiers, and if you go up, you will deliver food and be beheaded with a knife! If you wait for a while, you will die!"

The priest was rarely angry, and he lashed out at Battle, shouting, "Can't you let me take a breath and meditate quietly for a while?"

Being yelled at by the "White Crane" like this, Battle was a little more honest, just watching Riz and Hansen besieging each other, a thin and tall thief, who was still killed by the other party, and the mountain dwarves were anxious for the two, for fear that they would be injured in each other's hands if they were not careful.

Of course, he also knew that the pastor was right, with his current virtue, at this time, he rushed up to help, not to mention helping, and would be bald, so he could only continue to stay in the car and mutter, saying nonsense such as "Mom, if Lao Tzu is not injured, it is not a trivial matter to pick up your 'bamboo pole'", which can be regarded as supporting the brothers spiritually, and comforting and comforting himself by the way.

Ritz's situation is indeed quite bad, although he roared repeatedly, he was still chopped back step by step by the enemy, and the obvious difference in combat power was far from being reflected by the difference in size.

For example, the "bamboo pole" he and Hansen faced, tall and thin, seemed to be weak, but in fact he was a veritable seventh-level soldier, and with a casual swing of the knife, the strength and fire fighting energy contained in it forced Riz to even use the strength to eat, but it was just barely enough.

In fact, the most unbearable thing for him is the terrible speed of the enemy, which seems to be slow and fast, but it is ridiculously fast, he can't dodge if he wants to, he can only honestly and hard-hit, and cut down one after another, the result is that at this moment, his arms are sore, his whole body is not smooth, and his internal organs are about to be shaken away.

Such a "bamboo pole" with a wooden expression is one of the deputy leaders of the Codex Thieves Regiment, and another colleague is responsible for leading the troops to outflank Taniguchi's side, and the thin and tall body is covered underneath, but he is actually a master of attacking fortifications with both strength and speed, according to the real attributes, it should be classified as a "steel bar power type" of the type of soldiers, with outstanding combat power, so he commands the thieves into battle.

Facing the mercenary defense line, which was also mixed with feather arrows and crossbow arrows, quickly weakening nearly half of the combat power, the "bamboo pole" only took two faces, and slashed two mercenaries who bravely stood in front of him one after another.

The first knife was chopped down, and the sharp knife directly split the opponent's shield, and the fiery red fighting spirit followed the knife wind, rushing out from the middle of the shield that was split in half, and quickly hit the mercenary, the poor mercenary with a huge difference in strength was almost cut in half by this knife, and without even snorting, he was already sacrificed on the way to fly upside down, and he was already out of breath when he landed.

The "bamboo pole" was silent, and it was slashed out again, as if what was just cut and killed was just a grasshopper, which was not worth mentioning.

The second knife slashed straight into the middle of the blade of a thick-backed steel knife, and the majestic force instantly spread to the arm and body of the owner of the steel knife, and the mercenary who was rushing up desperately with red eyes shouting, while the arm bone was broken, the entire upper body was wrapped in the opponent's fire-based fighting energy.

He immediately screamed and rolled on the mud floor, trying to extinguish the burning flames with his rolling.

This time, "Bamboo Pole" frowned slightly, and was very dissatisfied with the failure to slash his opponent to death with one sword.

The mercenaries who rushed forward one after another, one dead and one seriously wounded, and the enemy's posture of bravely crowning the three armies forced Hansen and Ritz to come up and trap them, which narrowly held the defensive line.

The situation continues to deteriorate.

Not only that, the persimmon picks the soft pinch first, this kind of simple common sense of life, and the thieves are also very slippery.

Once they fight, among the two who shout and cooperate, Ritz is undoubtedly the soft persimmon, which one to clean up first, it is a good choice.

So after four or five offensive and defensive rounds, the "bamboo pole" had already figured out the details of the two enemies, and made a decision, but he deliberately kept a straight face and remained silent.

After estimating the distance, the "bamboo pole" suddenly slashed towards Han Sen, and between the fiery red fighting spirit, the already long arc-shaped blade extended outward by half a foot long, and the momentum was quite terrifying.

Before the flames could get closer, the temperature had risen significantly, revealing a hideous face.

Hansen's eyes froze, and as soon as he saw the knife, he knew that he couldn't catch it head-on, and suddenly kicked his legs at the same time, and quickly retreated behind him, so as to avoid the opponent's sharp slash.

Guerrilla fighting, regardless of the actual situation, is not a qualified guerrilla tactic, avoiding its edge is the king.