It was like a dream, and when I woke up, everything was a little scary. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I was almost completely soaked in blood, and countless fishy minced meat hung between my fingers, shoulders, and hair. In my hand, there was a broken thigh, and the bones of Bai Sensen were clearly visible. There were scars all over my body, but none of them really hurt me, most of them cut through the skin, and from the wounds, you could see the subtle dragon patterns inside.

In front of me, beside me, were scattered incomplete bones, from which the wooden pillar that stretched across the entire road had been broken and so hideously broken that it seemed to have been broken by the punch of some violent giant. A little farther away, in the sea of blood with countless stumps and severed arms, was a figure that was constantly wriggling backwards. He's alive.

It was the young man with a cold face.

But at this moment, I can't see his face clearly, he and I seem to be covered with blood, and even on the hair and cheeks, there are minced meat mixed with an unknown yellow and white liquid. I noticed that his right arm was missing, and his left hand was pressed against his right shoulder, and the abrupt wound was gushing out dark red blood. A pale arm was caught under his left armpit.

Be...... What did I do?

I wanted to go over and see what was going on, but as soon as I took a step on my leg, I fell down in a slump, and I didn't even have the strength to take a step.

I think that if I still feel the same way, I would have been tormented by the strain caused by the overuse of my muscles.

I looked at the young man, and it took me several minutes to finally look at him, just by raising my neck.

He was also looking at me, with his eyes of infinite sorrow and hatred.

I said, "Don't look at me, I don't want to, if you shoot me three arrows, everyone should be evened, okay?"

His face immediately turned extremely resentful, as if he wanted to pounce on me and bite me to death.

I rolled my eyes to see how the battle was going at the western junction, where the shouting seemed to have stopped.

As soon as I rolled my eyes, I heard an intermittent trumpet coming from the other side, and it was the horn of the army. This means that in the battle at that end, Guangguang did not suffer too many losses.

Then I saw the young man, who was still holding his arm and slumping on the ground like a dead man, when suddenly a carp struck, jumped up from the ground, staggered reflexively, and stumbled away from the scene.

Not long after he fled, I heard Guangguang's panting voice, and he said, "Quick, help the captain up." ”

As soon as the two brothers approached, they covered their mouths and spit out, struggling to escape.

Guangguang "cut" disdainfully, walked over with a shaking, took my hand, and helped me to my feet. He said, "You two, help the captain into the house to rest, remember, put it in the corner!"

Immediately two more brothers came and carried me to the nearest house, and out of my corner I saw a young man, with great difficulty turning his head away from me, and something rising in his throat. I sighed softly and said, "Just vomit if you want to, don't come up and swallow it, it's disgusting." ”

As soon as I finished speaking, another brother next to me, who had not spoken, spit out "wow", and when I got to the back, he even spit out sour water.

By the time I sat down against the corner, the two brothers outside hadn't finished throwing up. Guangguang covered his nose and slipped in, leaning against me.

I noticed a rag wrapped around Hikari's right leg, which had been stained dark red with blood. I was weak and said, "Hung the lottery?"

Guangguang took a sip of water: "Well, I was hit by an arrow in the leg, but nothing else, Parker's guy was more miserable, he was stabbed in the arm, and I don't know if my hand was broken." ”

I sighed: "War is so cruel......"

Guangguang said "hey" and said, "Don't tell me that you actually have compassion, it's too unscientific." ”

I ignored him, and after a while, asked softly, "How many of our brethren are left?"

Guangguang held the water bladder he didn't know who he didn't know, and it took a long time before he said: "Including those who were slightly injured and went to the battlefield and were seriously injured, there will be no more than 100 people who can breathe, and there are only about 20 people who can stand up." ”

I sighed, "Their next attack will be our death." ”

Guangguang didn't speak, but nodded.

I sighed again: "I can't imagine that my final destination is actually to die at the hands of bandits." I still have a dream that hasn't come true. Even so, it still affects so many brothers. ”

Guangguang took another sip of water and said, "Actually, it's none of your business, if you hadn't brought them out, maybe they would have died in the purge of the Swadia Empire, anyway, you also let them live for a few more days." ”

I was about to say something, when suddenly I heard a third excited horn. It was the third wave of the bandits' attack.

I can't say how much damage the first two counterattacks caused to the bandits, but it was not too light compared to the roar of anger that was evidently much thinner from the roars of the bandits surrounding the village. I took a deep breath and struggled to my feet, leaning against the half-broken windowsill of the room and looking out, the village square was dotted with dying brothers, shoulder to shoulder, arms in hand, and in front of them, there was an unobstructed intersection in both directions, and the red-eyed bandits rushing across the river like a tide of crossings.

I said, "Guangguang, shall we go and kill for a while?"

Guangguang sighed and shook his head: "Don't struggle, it's all in vain." ”

I didn't look at the light, and my eyes widened for a moment. A mortally wounded brother staggered to his feet, brandishing his scimitar in his hand, and in the next moment his head was cut off without question, and his head flew high, because of the excessive blood loss, the wound on his neck was only a gesture spurting out a few strands of dark red blood.

I couldn't take my eyes off it, and I watched as the bandits swarmed in, like bloodthirsty beasts, pounced on the stubborn brethren in despair, and harvested their dead-eyed heads one by one with a sharp scimitar.

Tears rolled in my eyes, and I let go of my hand holding the door frame, and my body shook a little, and then I held it firmly. I exhaled and yelled at the bandits who were killing in the square, "I'm Emmons, I'm here, my head is worth a million!"

The voice hovered over Emilin for a long time, and all the bandits stopped their bloody butcher knives, and they looked back in my direction in amazement. Soon, those stunned eyes turned greedy red, as if a wild wolf had finally seen blood after being hungry for days.

The first one suddenly let out a beastly roar, and he urged the white horse to pounce, and the scimitar made a dazzling arc in the air, slashing at my exposed neck.

I jerked my hand and grabbed the blade, the skin of my palm being cut without any suspense, but the blade was also embedded in the dragon membrane of my palm. I raised my other hand and punched the greedy Precursor through the right side of the chest.

The flesh spewed out like an explosion far away.

I threw the body away, gripping the scimitar he had chopped earlier. Taking a deep breath, he roared, "Come here, kill me, you cowards!"

Angry roars followed, and immediately two bandits, roaring from two different directions, lunged at me, one after the other. I swung my sword at the lightning-fast spear of the first comer, and with another punch, his body was cut straight through the abdomen, sending flesh and broken intestines flying all over the sky.

Then, among the organs flying in the sky, I suddenly slashed sideways, cutting off the feet of the rider who happened to pounce on the back. The rider's eyes widened, and his body was still in mid-air, when I lifted him up, twisted the tendons, and kicked them off his waist.

I had another layer of soft and greasy minced meat hanging on my body, turned my head, looked coldly at the bandit who was cowering in front of me, and asked coldly, "Who is next?"

The surviving brethren of Square Hill, holding each other up, moved in the direction of where I was, bypassing my body and escaping into the room. In this process, in the dead square, there was not a single bandit who came forward to stop it.

I picked up the rifle I had fired from the ground, and stood in front of hundreds of horse thieves with it.

Suddenly, a voice came out: "Shoot him!"

Immediately, dozens or hundreds of voices repeated the roar: "Shoot him, shoot him!"

I saw that the bandits had untied their bows from their waists and bent their bows against me.

Well, then let's end there.

This is the end of all intentions. I closed my eyes, and then I heard the sound of pine strings, like rain on the leaves.

Then, the arrow slashed through the air and whistled like the wind.

But strangely, no arrows came down on me. I waited for a while, but all I heard was a series of muffled grunts, howls, and people turning on their backs.

I opened my eyes and barely believed what I was seeing. There were at least two or three hundred horse thieves in front of me before, and now there are only a few dozen on horseback. These dozens of people, like me, had their eyes wide open, as if they didn't believe what they were seeing. Their arrows are still on the strings.

The fallen bandits, who were still struggling on the ground, soon ushered in a second wave of arrows. This time, I could see clearly that the mysterious arrow came from the village ** in the west, accurate and fierce, the bandit wearing simple fur armor was almost pierced by an arrow, and the arrow cluster also had hideous barbs, and when it came out from the back of the bandit, it often hooked a few strands of flesh.

The thieves who had woken up immediately turned their horses and fled to the east, but the third wave of arrows caught up with them, and by the time they had escaped from the village, I could only vaguely see a dozen men still on horseback.

A dead end ended so easily.

I looked at the intersection to the west, full of doubts, nervousness, and speculation. I knew that I was going to die, and all my thoughts were lost, but suddenly I picked up another life, and some thoughts in my heart burned again.

The footsteps of Qi Brushing began to think at the intersection to the west, approaching neatly, and finally stopped in the square.

That's a neat gray cloak!