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Therefore, it was not Su Wen and the frightened old coachman who fell.

As the gunfire gradually dissipated, there was a clear blood hole between the eyes of the richly dressed middle-aged man. The impact of the 9mm bullet was not great, but it was enough for him to take two steps backwards, fall to the ground without even saying his last words, and die cleanly.

Just half a minute ago, as he watched the middle-aged man approach, Su Wen noticed his strange movements. Although the former's hands were completely obscured by the wide ornate robes, he instinctively sensed the danger and quietly pushed onto the magazine of Glock 18. And when the middle-aged man said the last words and took out two ancient pistols from his coat, Su Wen pulled out his weapon faster than him, and then shot while loading.

Just a small bullet can kill a middle-aged man.

But the impact is not over yet.

Herankimir was dumbfounded, obviously not expecting such a strange reversal, he stared at the strange metal box in Su Wen's hand, and then at his own master who had lost his breath on the dirt road, his old eyes were full of shock and remorse. The two sword-wielding guards who followed the middle-aged man reacted earlier than Hrankimir, but when they drew their long swords at their waists and were about to rush towards Suwen in the carriage, the second bullet had already entered the gap between the helmets of one of them, taking another life in an instant.

Suwen didn't pause, he rolled over and jumped out of the carriage, and at the same time shot at another guard who was charging towards him. He could have pierced him in the head like a second shot, but the third shot was fired into the guard's abdomen - with the double layer of leather armor and chain mail, Su Wen needed to know how powerful the weapon in his hand could be.

As the gunfire rang out again, the knight's sword, which the guard had just drawn, fell feebly to the ground, clutching his stomach and wailing. But judging from his loud shouts, Su Wen judged that even if this bullet penetrated the heavy chain mail, the remaining kinetic energy was already very little, at most it could only cause moderate damage that was neither light nor heavy, and it was almost impossible to be fatal unless it was left alone for a long time.

Once the assessment was complete, the guard lost its value.

Ignoring the loud curses and begs for mercy, Su Wen's fourth bullet followed, piercing through the guard's eyes and directly into his head.

It was only then that the crowd on the drawbridge in the distance seemed to finally notice the change here, and two teams of twenty armored guards poured out of the nest and galloped in the direction of the carriage. Su Wen found that several of the guards had already drawn their crossbows behind him, and immediately understood that he might not be able to fight hard.

He never expected his first mission to end like this, but now that things have come to this point, there is no room for undo. The middle-aged man who was shot in the head by him seemed to be the owner of the farm, and Su Wen didn't think that this group of guards would sit down and talk to him calmly......

Therefore.

'Kill them all. ’

Su Wen quickly made this decision that was not too difficult, because deep down, he was eager to do it. Su Wen thinks he is a good person and will never take the initiative to provoke right and wrong, but since the other party plans to shoot and kill people when he comes up, then after counterattacking and under the guidance of blood and killing, there is no need to suppress this desire.

After making a decision, Su Wen, who had completely calmed down, only took a second to analyze the surrounding terrain and then determined that he did not have any barriers to lean on except for the carriage. He pulled the old coachman, who was shaking, out of the carriage and pointed him to the road where he had come, and the latter shouted in horror that no one could understand and ran away at a speed that was completely beyond Su Wen's imagination.

As for Khrankimir?

Su Wen raised his pistol and pointed it at his head.

The elegant old butler had cold sweat on his forehead, but he still did not lose his temper in this situation. He moved his gaze back from the reinforcements rushing from a hundred meters away, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat that he couldn't stop, and said to Su Wen in a deep voice: "Please put down your weapons, we ...... It's okay to talk about. ”

As soon as the words fell, a crossbow arrow was fired, but it was obviously a little off, and it was stuck in the wooden board of the carriage between Suwen and Hrankimir.

"Look, your words don't carry much weight. ”

Su Wen shook his head, aimed the muzzle of the gun at his thigh, and pulled the trigger.

When the gunshot rang out, the old man snorted, clutching the wound on his leg and staggering to the ground, but he didn't cry out for pain after all. There wasn't a lot of blood gushing out of the wound, because Su Wen didn't touch his arteries at all, just because he couldn't be fully trusted, so he was temporarily incapacitated.

And then......

Su Wen suddenly turned sideways, dodged a crossbow arrow shot from the inside of the carriage, and while tumbling up, he switched the Glock 18 in his hand to a fully automatic form, and began a rapid strafing at the carriage. In just one second, all the remaining 15 pistol rounds in the magazine were fired, leaving a series of through holes in the wooden compartment.

But this was not enough, Su Wen withdrew the gun from the magazine in his left hand, replaced it with a new one, and pulled out the military dagger at his waist while loading, and cut the gold silk curtain on the carriage window.

Stepping on the huge wheels, Su Wen saw the half-carriage full of goods, and the blonde lady who was lying on the seat panting violently because she had been shot in the abdomen and arm—she was holding a small crossbow tightly in her hand, staring at herself outside the car window with hateful eyes.

"Don't do that!"

Just as Suwen was about to raise his pistol to shoot, he heard the voice of Helan Kimir, the old butler who had been shot in the leg had somehow climbed under the carriage and shouted at Suwen with his palm outstretched.

His countenance was no longer calm, but full of horror and remorse, an expression that did not match his serious countenance.

"Let Hurley go, I can die for her!"

Khrankimir let out a hoarse roar.

But it didn't work......

Suwen was not affected by the old butler at all, because while he was paying a little attention to Khrankimir, the blonde lady named Hurley had already begun to endure the severe pain and put arrows on her crossbow. Therefore, when her tender white palms began to pull the crossbow strings hard, Su Wen had already deducted the plate machine.

"Bang!"

The bullet-pierced head slammed into the inner wall of the carriage, and the young lady lost her life in an instant.

Hrankimir did not resist, and when he heard the sound of the gunshot, which was a sign of despair, he fell to his knees and let out a heavy weeping.

The Glock 18 in Su Wen's hand pointed at him again, but finally put it down gently.

Although it was blocked by the huge carriage body, Su Wen could not see the position of the group of guards while avoiding being shot by the crossbow arrows, but judging by the sound, they were already very close.

This group of guards was different from the unarmed orcs in the underground slave exchange of Tridis, and the Glock 18 in Su Wen's hands was far from being comparable to the power of the original kinetic pistol, so Su Wen confessed that he had to be more cautious than ever - since the richly dressed middle-aged man could pull out two flint muskets, how could Su Wen be sure that there were no more firearms waiting for him to show up?

Based on the chaotic footsteps and exclamations coming from the direction of the drawbridge, Su Wen judged that the group of guards was only twenty meters away from the carriage. None of the guards were reckless, and they quickly lowered their pace with a soft shout, and the small exclamations disappeared.

This is definitely not good news for Su Wen.

If it was a street fight in the town, Su Wen might have a good chance of destroying all these twenty people, but in this plain where there was only one lone carriage, the other party was also equipped with multiple bows and crossbows, and the risk of doing so was too great!

This group of guards only needs to be outflanked in two ways, and Su Wen, who only has one 19-round bullet, is not sure that he will be able to stop their charge - if Su Wen is not mistaken, Glock 18 fires a 9 mm warhead with a discharge speed of 370 meters per second, which is usually difficult to kill immediately if it does not hit a vital part, not to mention that this group of guards are all wearing heavy armor. The Tianhai Primitive kinetic pistol, on the other hand, fires an initial velocity of more than 600 meters per second at 12. A 7mm large-caliber bullet, as long as it hits the torso, it is basically an instant kill, and the gap between the two is too big!

Moreover, under the aim of a well-trained crossbow archer, Su Wen could not fight and retreat - as long as he was free from the protection of the carriage, he could not run faster than a crossbow arrow on the plain where there was no cover to speak of. Although the opponent should not have any marksman, under the premise of directly facing the fire coverage, death or survival is usually really just a matter of probability, and it has little to do with the speed of the body.

Of course, Su Wen didn't expect the Bone Ring to help him block the crossbow arrows, that thing only worked against elemental attacks.

He leaned down slightly, lifted the thick cloth that obscured his view, and through the palm-high gap on the other side, he saw a neat and orderly procession. In just a few seconds, the group of guards had formed a strict battle formation, and there were already signs of dividing their troops into two ways.

And, although he couldn't see the whole picture because of the thick cloth, Su Wen noticed that several guards stopped at a distance and began to load arrows for their bows and crossbows. All the results are consistent with Su Wen's judgment, if the other party only has a few people, it will be easy to solve, but after the battle formation of twenty people is condensed into a group, there is a clear division of labor, and it is too difficult to break it.

For this situation where he was not 100% sure of advancing or retreating, Su Wen quickly made a decision: he half-crouched at the bottom of the carriage, aimed the three fireball rings on his little finger at the group of guards who had not yet dispersed, and then pasted the quaint ring with his right index finger, calmly and continuously inputting three small strands of magic energy with almost the same intensity.

Since he had not gone through the auction process, Su Wen did not have an intuitive understanding of the value of this cheap ring, and if he knew that this expensive fireball technique would require him to complete 300 such mercenary missions to return to his original cost, he might have been even more hesitant to do it now......

But that's another story.

In the next second, a ruby on the ring shattered, and a fiery dragon that exuded a terrifying aura rolled and spat out, passing through the bottom of the carriage and forming a basin-sized fireball in the air.

With the formation of this fireball, the bottom of the carriage seemed to twist for a moment, and the heavy cloth used as a shield immediately began to spontaneously combust quickly and violently. Su Wen was so frightened that he hurriedly rolled and retreated, but even so, his eyebrows were ignited instantly, and he had to reach out and slap it hard several times to extinguish the flames.

Brief silence......

About two seconds later, Su Wen suddenly felt the tremor that burst from the fireball exploding, and at the same time heard a loud explosion filled with the aura of destruction and destruction.

Then came the onslaught of the wind and rain mixed with the scorching breath, the carriage let out a silent moan in the crumbling and crumbling, and the wooden window plate flew out with flames and landed on the grass beach more than ten meters away, and two frightened horses dragged the carriage and rushed into the thick grass beside the road......

At the Turlington Martyrs Cemetery, although it was the same terrifying standard fireball technique, because the bombardment site was too far away, Su Wen was only knocked to the ground by the shockwave. And this time the distance was obviously more than doubled, so when he was wrapped in the super hot wind that was whistling, Su Wen felt that he was almost roasted.

As for the outcome of the group of guards at the center of the explosion, Su Wen didn't need to see it at all.

The violent explosion slowly dissipated, and raising his left hand, Su Wen looked at the groove of the gem with only a small amount of red residue left, and his scalp tingled a little at the thought that the two rubies next to him also contained the same terrifying energy.

"You...... ...... the hell you?"

At this moment, Suven heard Helan Kimir's voice again, and he was pushed by the shockwave* in the explosion of the fireball and rolled for several meters before slowing down, and his whole body was gray at this time. And when he opened his mouth to Su Wen, there was only a desperate horror in his eyes, as if he was looking at a monster.

He felt that his vision was too "good", where was this new silver rank mercenary? This was simply a terrifying devil who killed people without blinking!