Next, a few more halberds were smashed—not only could they stab and slash, but they could also be swung against iron-clad enemies, smashing them with the pointed end of the other end, like a long-poleed pickaxe or a T-pickaxe.

If you have enough time and space to charge, you can pierce the iron armor of any ordinary soldier like a can opener, and even if you don't kill an enemy, you can hook them even with human armor.

Of course, such a big move is easy to expose flaws on the battlefield, and when they just raise the halberd, the enemy can stab them with a knife or a shot.

But now that the enemy has been blocked by friendly forces, they can naturally use such a wide opening and closing move to replenish the sword without any scruples.

Seeing this, the enemy knew that something was wrong and hurriedly retreated.

Greene had already reloaded his pistol at this time, and he didn't aim at all, but he shot it in that direction, only to see a bloody hole in the shoulder of the unlucky man who had fallen into the warehouse at the end, and he initially tried to cover the wound, but immediately began to feel weak, staggered, and fell down.

He was about to laugh twice when he suddenly felt alarmed, and held the long knife in front of him—a short, thick arrow struck the knife with such force that it almost slapped himself in the face.

Narrowly escaping for his life, Greene hurriedly retreated to the side, refusing to stand at the door anymore.

Only then did he have time to check the situation—he also had an arrow nailed to his breastplate, but he easily pulled it out, and the arrow barely pierced the breastplate, but it was blocked by the thick armor behind it, and did not touch the flesh.

This kind of arrow Greene has seen before, it is a crossbow arrow, but I didn't expect these thieves to have more than one crossbow!

And there were three soldiers on the side who were hit by arrows, one was shot in the abdomen, and blood gushed out, and it seemed that he was going to die.

Two of them were wailing, but they were clearly in good spirits - the paper armor didn't prevent the crossbow bolts from penetrating at close range, but it still weakened most of the crossbow arrows' kinetic energy, and if you were unlucky, of course, you would be killed by a shot, but if you were lucky, you would only be left with a flesh wound that was not too deep.

"Damn...... "Since the enemy has several crossbows, he doesn't dare to rush in again, Luo Ming also emphasized that Meiquan's human life is precious, and if he can, he won't gamble."

After thinking about it, he asked the spearmen to stand on both sides of the door to seal the door first, and then sent someone to hurry up and apply for a big killing weapon.

In the east of the city, a hostel.

Hudek was dressed in a heavy coat, and he didn't care about the heat, so he was about to go out the door.

The shopkeeper seemed to want to say something, but when he glared at him, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

However, just as he took a step out of the door of the inn, he stopped, and then slowly retreated.

Luo Ming was standing on the street, with his hands in his pockets, staring at him with interest, as if he was finding fault with a gangster, but he showed a strong oppressive force.

In the long-term propaganda work, it is important to let people know the glorious and great image of Luo Ming, and even visitors from other places should be able to recognize him when they see the bust on the Schönbrunn ticket.

Being stared at by such a strong man, Hurdek couldn't help but sweat beads on his forehead.

"It's summer, what are you doing wearing so thick? Are you stupid in the heat? Take off those torn clothes and go have a drink to cool off, I'm in for a treat-"

Just as Luo Ming greeted him in a familiar tone, Hudek's pressure increased, and finally reached the point where he could not control himself.

"Kill!"

He shouted angrily, took three steps, and pulled out a long sword from within his thick coat, like a silver light slashing towards Luo Ming.

No, it's not so much a long sword, but a single-edged sword with a slight arc or a slender and relatively straight sword.

For example, if you take the knowledge of the earth, it is more like a European-style command knife or a saber than a Japanese sword.

The Belan Federation is a country known for its cavalry, and it is not surprising that spies from Beran are good at using sabers.

It seems to understand that Luo Ming's swordsmanship is outstanding, and the other party has no intention of comparing swords in a dignified manner from the beginning, so he has resorted to a lose-lose style - but in fact, most of them are wearing iron armor under the thick clothes.

To Hudek's surprise, Luo Ming didn't have a sword on his body at all, and he actually stretched out his right hand, which was only a cotton glove, to block the knife.

What happened in the next moment made Hudek like an old cow who had tried his best to plough the dry field, and his eyes were round and almost flew out of his sockets.

If Luo Ming suddenly popped out of his sleeve with a Hidden Blade, or if a huge fighting spirit erupted from his hand and flicked the knife away, he would probably be barely able to accept it.

But what was unfolding from Luo Ming's hands at this moment was as if the entire city of Carlo Mountain had been torn apart from the present world and involved in the other world of nightmares, embodying an anomaly that would never be understood by a person with normal sanity.

A swirling air mass wrapped around the saber like mucus, directly deflecting the blade of the knife, and in the next moment, the air mass was gray and white, and a little water vapor was faintly revealed.

Only a crackling sound was heard, and an arc of lightning flashed in between, and Hudek's fingers jumped uncontrollably, and at the same time, the fighting spirit on the knife body became intermittent.

Although this gap was only for a moment, Luo Ming seemed to be a Ku Ding in the allusion, who grasped the moment when his fighting spirit was declining, and grabbed the blade with two fingers.

Boom!

The moment he heard this voice, Hudek was already pale.

The steel saber had been broken into two sections, about two-fifths of its length, and Luo Ming held it in his hand, as if the section had been burned and corroded, and as if it had been cracked by a heavy hammer.

Luo Ming threw it casually, and the half of the saber rolled to the side, bounced against the ground and made a few crisp sounds.

"If you surrender now, I will give you corresponding preferential treatment according to the standard of voluntary surrender, and I will send you away safely after the war. Think about it, it's worth shedding blood and sacrificing here. He said in a sincere tone.

And what answered Luo Ming's persuasion was only a roar and Hudeke's decisive practical actions!

He brandished a half-cut saber, and his body also flashed with a fighting light, and he took a big stride, seemingly rushing towards Luo Ming, but immediately changed direction and ran towards the north of the city.

At the same time, he whistled, and from the back of the inn came the neighing of horses.

"It's a shame that you want to run...... Shoot!"

Luo Ming stretched out his hand just a little, and Hudek's left foot suddenly sank into the mud - it was obviously a beaten and tamped dirt road, and there was a layer of stones on it, and the weather was still hot, but there was a mud the size of a basin!

Of course, Hudek could break free quickly, but before that, the two red-clothed soldiers behind Luo Ming raised their pistols and blasted the lead pellet directly into his back!