So the guards, following behind Lenny, kept a certain distance from the crowd, and ran along the edge of the Kuroshio towards the wall on the left.

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"Renault! you have the first ?!! count this," Rams grabbed the ankle of a poor creature who was trying to step on someone else's escape, and tore him out of the air, and threw him to the ground, picking up his hammer and smashing it on his head, "I'm the eighth!"

Renault ignored him, but continued to swing his sword forward, he tried to cut off the opponent's neck with a single sword, so that he should suffer less pain, if he did not die at once, or was simply squeezed to the ground, then the neat line of soldiers behind them would make them worse than dead.

As for how many he had chopped, Renault didn't go out of his way to count them, for him, it didn't make much sense to kill such a person, if it wasn't for the sake of keeping more mercenary group members, he wouldn't have brought people on this trip to the troubled waters. Otherwise, Luolong City will break through his business, and it will be a big deal to change the city if he can't get along, and mercenaries are a profession that makes war money.

"I'll tell you, the hammer is so good!" Rams obviously didn't care about whether the other party ignored him, and continued to say while hammering, "There was another one who wanted to resist just now, and I knocked him down at once, in front of the hammer, no armor is useless, and a hammer is still smashed flat, not to mention these fools, his chest is sunken!"

Renault shook his head, as if he couldn't stand his nonsense, and stepped back as his place was quickly filled. This kind of one-sided slaughter, everyone just lined up and walked forward, and there were obviously no more than twenty people standing in one row, so Renault divided the mercenaries into two rows at the beginning, and the people in front were tired, so they retreated and let the top of the back.

Renault's concern is not physical tiredness, at this level, cutting and kicking along the way, the physical exertion is not large. Except for the fact that some people tried to organize a resistance at the beginning, the people in the back were just chopping melons and vegetables without any difficulty, and after the panic dispersed, the resistance encountered was smaller, and the people on the periphery sensed that something was wrong, and automatically and consciously moved out of the way, and the people inside had room to retreat, so the advance was getting smoother and smoother.

The soldiers behind him were not ambiguous, all those who approached the team and wanted to take the opportunity to rush into the inner city were all cut down directly, and the whole team was like a sharp sword, splitting a bloody path for the crowd, and they were the tip of the sword, the bloodiest part.

But that's a living person, not really a cabbage and a turnip, what he's worried about is their state of mind, no matter how much of a killer likes to kill, in the face of the same kind of people who are crowded together and let you cut and kill, he will be tired if he kills too much, as an old mercenary, he is like this, and the others are more or less the same.

In particular, their faces covered with snot and tears, distorted by fear, even if they were just a glance, impressed Renault.

He walked silently behind the first row of mercenaries, walking amid vicious curses and humble pleas, constantly scanning the mercenaries.

A taciturn person like Rams was actually next to him just now, wielding a hammer while discussing with himself whether the hammer was good or not, and killing people in different ways, such a change made Renault's heart tremble. And he was also affected a lot, although he knew in his heart that this strong man with thick hair was the most trustworthy person for him, but when he caught a glimpse of the hammer stained with thick blood out of the corner of his eye, he was always worried about whether Rams would suddenly smash it on his head, and then asked with a happy smile.

- Look, I said the hammer is good!

Renault felt a slight pain in his head, and he pressed his temple, and after a pause, he thought again.

He pressed his sword against the ground covered by corpses and occasionally peeking out of the gap, jumped up, and took the opportunity to observe the situation in front of him, fortunately, he was about to be killed, and the civilians who were a little farther away had automatically and consciously moved out of the way, and those who were a little closer either turned and ran away, or drilled through the gap under his feet, and the sound of the blade slashing at the flesh was not heard very often.

"Hey, let him run!" Rams looked at his left hand, which was covered in viscous blood, and wiped it vigorously against his buttocks, and continued to walk on his feet.

Almost, Renault thought, then we don't have to be the bloodiest sword tip, he suddenly thought of the clergy in the sword, I don't know what the expressions on those people's faces were, especially when stepping on the corpses of believers, if there were no such cries and howls, then he should be able to hear their vomiting.

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"Gross-"

"Naseri, are you alright?" said Gran, holding her companion in her hand, pale in concern.

Although they had made mental preparations for facing all kinds of dead corpses before they came, they were just prepared to be prepared, and those who had not experienced it were always difficult to imagine the scene of hell. As soon as they stepped out of the inner city gates, most of the people vomited when they saw the corpses in various forms, including Naseri, and of course, the others could include Gran herself.

Seeing the other party waving his hand, Gran hurriedly helped her forward, firstly for fear of breaking away from the group, and secondly, to quickly bypass the vomit mixed with blood, internal organs, and brains.

The two are mixed together, and it is not a kick-up effect of one plus one equals two, or ten times ten equals hundred, but directly raises the disgusting horror to the limit. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, and he kept thinking about the puddle. However, he was afraid of something, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart guiding him.

- Gran, look, Naseri's vomit actually contains human entrails, flesh, and brains, do you know how she ate them?!

Oh no, Gran couldn't help but moan in pain, and he couldn't help but make up a picture of the woman he was holding on to the corpse, leaning over the corpse, eating with relish, eating, and even raising his face stained with flesh and vomit, and asking himself if he wanted to eat.

Don't think about it anymore...... He had to control himself......

However, at this moment, Gran found that his self-control was really not very good, and he was still trying to persevere, and he told himself to take a deep breath.

Then he tried to take a deep breath, and then he realized that he was wrong, and the deep breath squeezed into his stomach...... He insisted on taking two more steps, literally two steps, and then he knew that it was not good......

No!

His abdomen churned, and he could imagine how the half-digested food in his stomach pouch was tumbling and jumping with the ups and downs of his cramped stomach, and he hurriedly pushed the mask of his helmet away, and then he ......