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The pouring rain covered the entire village in mud, and Fed stepped into the swampy ground and picked up a flag on the ground - it was a pattern of an iron hook and a longbow crossed together, which the nobles would not normally use as their banner, and sure enough, a mercenary group was attacking the village. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There were shouts and fights, and when Fei De was still hesitating whether to help the rebels here, three mercenaries in half-leather armor had already rushed in front of Fei De.

The mercenary in front of him wiped the rain in front of his helmet, and he pointed his finger at Fidel, "There are guys in plate armor in the rebels?!

Another mercenary said, "Boss, he doesn't look like a rebel, he looks like that..."

"That Potato Mercenary Fielder! I heard that the young mercenary named Fielder is the black-armored and black-haired one!" finally the mercenary shouted.

Fei De looked at the three men, none of them were powerful guys, nor did they wear any sharp weapons, they were just mercenaries who were not much different from bandits.

"Hey, if you don't admit you're Wild, we're on the line!" shouted the mercenary behind the boss.

And the man who was called the boss suddenly held out a hand, as if to shake hands with Fed. However, as he reached out, he also used his other hand to pull out the scimitar on his waist and slashed directly at Fidel!

"It doesn't matter if you're Fielder, kill it first!" the outrageous mercenary boss had just finished shouting, and he was stabbed in the abdomen by the short spear in Fielder's hand. And while the two mercenaries were still stunned, Fei De had already snatched the scimitar, and all the blade touched was the flesh and skin of the mercenary in front of him.

This kind of mercenary who loses the ability to react in heavy rain is a very weak enemy, and even Feid's subordinates are trained to fight in the rain, so when Feide eliminated a few mercenaries nearby, he has realized that the mercenary group that attacked the village this time is a mercenary group that is not very strong.

The mercenaries were no match for Field, but the poor, poor, ragged men who could only pick up hoes and forks to resist were powerless against the murderous mercenaries. While Fidel killed the mercenaries around him, many villagers had already died under the mercenaries' butcher's knives, and even some very young children had fallen in pools of blood. By the time Fei De looked back at the wooden house, Ah Tie, Ah Mu and Ah Ye were all gone, and he didn't know if they would be killed by the mercenaries.

The fighting in the village had subsided a little, but the sound of fierce fighting could still be heard outside the entrance of the village and in the forest next to the village. Fei De guessed that the rebel base must have been discovered by a group of mercenaries and besieged, otherwise only a small number of mercenaries would have broken into the center of the village.

Fed chose the best weapon to use, and he set out to find his two-handed sword "Silence" - this sword was more important to Fed than the rest of the village, but Fed didn't think that these mercenaries with such strength would be able to defeat Octavia and Lazrov.

"There's a mercenary here!" a rebel was holding a dead woman, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Fidel approaching with a sword, and Fidel also saw the sadness and pain on the other party's face, "Damn! My wife!!" The rebel was wounded, too, but he quickly picked up the sharp stick beside him and rushed towards Fidel.

However, neither the clumsy attack nor the speed slowed down by the mud posed any threat to Field, who simply blocked and knocked his opponent's wooden rod flying. The rebel tried to fight to the death, but Feder showed no mercy, and he slammed the opponent's head and knocked them unconscious.

"This woman—" Feder walked over to the corpse, looking at the bulging abdomen, presumably with two lives.

Feder searched for his sword in dozens of wooden houses in the village, and all the mercenaries who attacked him died, and all the rebels who attacked him were wounded to the point of incapacitation - Fei De didn't know why he treated them differently, maybe it was the heavy rain that made Fei De's ears only hear the sound of "bang bang bang" rain that made Fei De lose the idea of serious thinking, or maybe it was because the image of the child being stabbed down by a mercenary shot lingered in Fei De's mind. In short, Fidel didn't want to think too much about it at this time, he just wanted to recover his sword as soon as possible, and then take advantage of the chaos to get out of here, leaving this dilapidated village with enemies on both sides.

Fed opened the doors of most of the rooms, except for those where human cries were heard. That is until Fed walked to a warehouse-like place, where two rebels and an old man were guarding the contents of the warehouse, including a large number of weapons.

"Daddy, you hide for a while, and this mercenary will be handed over to us!" One of the rebels, who was less than eighteen years old, stood in front of the old man, with a short sword that had been slightly curled in his hand, and he also carried a round wooden shield on his back.

The old man stared at Fidel, and instead of walking away, he picked up a slender wooden stick, apparently intending to defend the supplies.

"I'm on!" another rebel rushed towards Fidel from the flank, but Fidel only swept in his direction with his long sword, and the fellow who didn't even hold the sword was shaken back by Fidel's powerful slash, and the rebel's sword-holding hand trembled, he was obviously an ordinary person with little training in martial arts.

Fei De didn't plan to convince these people with his mouth, after all, he was indeed a mercenary, and he was here to get his things back. He looked at the courageous young man, as if he saw himself back then—he had practiced various fighting techniques with Uncle Evan and his father Faulkner, but at that time he was not at ease with the strength of his body, and his uncle and father only needed to use the simplest techniques to suppress themselves. So at that time, Fei De began to pay attention to the skills of martial arts, and kept in mind the different techniques of various weapons, because these details and skills are more important than the strength of the arms, and it is easier to gain an advantage in duels.

Sure enough, as Feder expected, the young and reckless rebels only knew how to constantly wave their weapons to attack themselves, but they did not pay attention to the weapons in their hands at all—"It's not the person who fights you, but the weapons in his hands," Feder recalled what his father had taught him, "An opponent who has lost his usual weapon is no different from a sheep, and if you can shoot down or capture the opponent's weapon, you will have more options." ”

At that time, Fielder was still unimpressed, and suggested that some people did not have weapons, but after many battles, Fielder realized that some people's weapons were their bodies, and at this time, it was necessary to "shoot down" those parts that were weapons.

With a "bang", the short sword in the young rebel's hand was broken by Feide's long sword, and at this time, the long sword in Feide's hand was not damaged in the slightest, just like a new weapon that had just been polished.

"How is that possible... It's the same iron weapon..."The young rebel fell to his knees, as if he realized the disparity in strength between himself and Field, and he had to bow his head and wait for death.

The old man and another mercenary also attacked, but these men were even more vulnerable than the weaker mercenaries, and Fidel only took them down in two blows.

Just as Fed was about to walk towards the supplies and look for his sword, a cold arrow shot from behind him! The target of the cold arrow was not Fed, but the young rebel who had fallen to his knees!

A series of cold arrows were fired at the three rebels guarding the warehouse, and the old man died without even making a sound. Fed, on the other hand, picked up an iron shield to protect himself.

"Hey, you're from that squad?" A mercenary with a few chicken feathers on his head and a longbow in one hand was standing at the doorway of the warehouse, with a long iron hook at his waist, the kind that could easily pry open an iron door.

Fei De looked at this fierce mercenary, the other party's momentum was completely different from that of ordinary mercenaries, could he be...

"The regimental commander is asking you!, how come I haven't seen a subordinate in black plate armor..."Several mercenaries also poured into the warehouse, and one of the tall men shouted to Fidel.

Is it the leader of the mercenary group that attacked the village? It doesn't look like an enemy that can be taken down in a single blow. Fide pondered in his mind.

"You... Could it be that you are the leader of the Potato Mercenary Regiment who has lost his message, Fidel?" the mercenary leader with chicken feathers on his head took a step forward, "It turns out that he was really captured by the rebels, and your subordinates are looking for you everywhere, but I didn't expect to be in such a remote village." ”

Fei De didn't know today's date, and he didn't know how many days he had been in a coma after being shot with a poison needle, could it be that many days had passed since the agreed day to go back?

"I'm Field. ”

"Okay, put down your shield, I'm the same as you, both are mercenaries, I'm the leader of the Black Hook Mercenary Regiment, Chavez. The mercenary, dressed in thin armor, didn't go any further.

"You're here for me?"

"Of course not, we received an order from the nobles to clear out the rebels in this village," the middle-aged mercenary named Chavez looked like a guy who had fought countless times on the knife edge, "I didn't expect that even children here are rebels, it's really troublesome... Captain Fede is an extra bonus for our mercenary group, and I will let my men protect you from here, of course, you will need to pay some gold coins if you want to return to your mercenary group, but that is also a trivial matter for you, right?"

Fede glanced at the weapons behind him, and his "silence" didn't seem to be in a conspicuous place, or maybe it wasn't here at all, but in the hands of Clermont's cadres.

"Okay, but I'm still looking for my own sword. ”

Chavez shrugged his shoulders, and the subordinates behind him laughed loudly, "Captain Fed, although you are the 'pride' of our mercenaries, but ah, the sword that was stolen is not your sword, if I find your sword, then I will be willing to sell it back to you for a reasonable price, this is the rule of mercenaries, what do you say?"