"If you will...... Phew, hoo, friends. We can sit down and have a drink, and instead of ...... That's not how you use knives and guns. ”

Barres sat on the deck, tilting his head against a large wooden barrel. He gasped heavily, and a long scar on his chest stretched from his left shoulder to his right chest.

The flesh of the wound trembled slightly, bones were visible, and blood gushed out. It was a memento he had accidentally left behind when he turned his head to dodge a slash.

Standing in front of him were two panting rebel soldiers, who struggled to force the short, nimble man into a corner. Right now, they grinned cruelly, not caring about the joke that Barres was dying. Under the light of the torches, the rebels swept through the formation alone, and slowly approached with a weapon brandished.

Finished. The rebels raised their scimitars, and Barres closed his eyes in despair.

"Go!" suddenly came a loud shout in the distance.

"Whoosh!" the sound of the wind swept over Barres's head, and when he opened his eyes in surprise, he saw a bayonet sword whirling less than 25 centimeters diagonally, almost slashing his eyebrows......

"Dang!" the sound of gold and iron rang out, and sparks splashed everywhere. The flying bayonet smashed the rebel's scimitar out of his hand. When Barres looked over, the bayonet was already in the side of the ship.

The hilt of the sword shook slightly.

It was Morris who threw it. He was a little far away from the battlefield of the three, and in desperation, he had to throw his sword to relieve Barres.

The two people in front of them subconsciously looked in the direction of Morris, and when they saw that it was him, both of them were a little hesitant, obviously remembering what happened a few days ago.

Barres couldn't do that much, he crawled out of the encirclement of the two, and then yelled at Morris, who was limping over, "Run! Run!"

"What are you running?" Morris replied unhurriedly, "My sword is still there!"

He turned sideways and gave way to Barres's outstretched hand, and kicked him lightly in the crook of the leg, and the badly injured man sat down on the ground.

"Cover your wounds. Morris said calmly, and he continued in the direction of the enemy. The two rebels exchanged glances, grimaced faces, and charged towards Molis with their weapons clenched.

Like Leonard. For Lilith's promise. They were destined to have a fight with the magician.

Barres wanted to cry without tears, he didn't expect that Morris would not only seek his own death, but also not let him live. But he gasped and panted like a bellows, and the wound in his chest made him unable to escape, so he had to sit down resignedly.

"Then draw your gun!" he anxiously reminded Morris. But Morris didn't make the slightest movement to reach his waist. Don't be stupid, Barres is about to cry.

But the next scene almost made his jaw drop.

As soon as Morris stepped into the attack, the man with the scimitar slashed him in a hurry. Morris saw it clearly, and he retracted his steps forward, lightly let go of the blow, and then stretched out his right hand to accurately clasp the rebel's sword-wielding wrist.

The lean man was stumbled by Morris.

The second man, who was smarter, let his restrained companion slash at Morris's left shoulder with a side slash. He roared loudly, banishing the fear of the unknown in his heart.

But the perfect start didn't bring him good luck.

Morris leaned back and kicked him in the chest, a kick that didn't have a double force to stop his attack. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Morris's right hand touched the throat of the first person......

A punch hit!

The man hunched over in pain. Morris retracted his left foot and stood, his right leg arched, and a vicious knee hit the same spot.

The man was silent.

It's a long time to write, but it's a flash of lightning when it actually happens. As soon as the second person was in his position, his companion fell. In his panic, he slashed at Morris's face in an irregular manner. Morris staggered slightly, clenched his right fist and smashed it in the face.

A touch of bright red blooms!

The rebels were caught off guard by this, and tears of pain rushed to their eyes. Morris was unforgiving, and threw another punch up.

"Gah!" the sound of a broken nose bone sounded, and Morris took a step forward, a third to the right, this time lowering his fist and striking it to the throat.

This man also followed in the footsteps of his companions.

The whole set of movements is smooth, efficient and elegant. Morris couldn't move with his left hand, and he was able to finish off two enemies with just his right hand and dexterous gait.

"Look!" Turning to Barres, he shrugged his shoulders as if he had seen a ghost, and said helplessly, "How can a knight die with his bare hands?"

Then he shook his wrist, which had been shaken by the force of the counterattack, walked over to the place where the saber was attached, and pressed it down with his foot, with great difficulty.

......

By the fifth minute of the start of the broadside battle, the battlefield between Leonard and Robert had shifted to the bow of the ship.

The remaining sailors of the two ships basically gathered there to fight, led by the two.

The sound of flintlock pistols was rarely heard, and the people who killed together did not have time to reload. The rest are competing for swordsmanship and luck.

Neither side can retreat.

Robert had a sweat on his forehead, and his swordsmanship was slightly inferior to Leonard's. It's all about the familiarity of the ship. Now that more and more people are gathering, his room for maneuver is getting smaller and smaller.

If you don't come back, Peters, it's really over here. He thought desperately.

But what he didn't know was that Leonard, who was with him with the sword, was also anxious, and he wasted too much time on the little minions, and the most important thing was that Morris was never nowhere to be found.

Maybe this coward is hiding in the cabin. Leonard thought.

As soon as he thought of this, he was impatient to fight with Robert. After staggering back with a sword, the navigator grabbed a rebel soldier beside him and shouted, "You fight this guy first!"

"Huh?" the young man who had been captured froze for a moment, but Leonard was already striding towards the middle of the deck. Having risen to the occasion, he had forgotten the fear of being dominated by magicians.

The evil star is finally gone. Before Robert could breathe a sigh of relief, he nervously threw himself into the next battle.

......

Morris helped Barres to the edge of the cabin.

"I think I'm going to have to stop the bleeding for you. With a dangerous glint in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "The operation you performed on me was quite successful." ”

"No kidding, Morris. Barres gasped for air, his injuries looked severe, but apparently didn't hurt vital blood vessels. The short man spat out a mouthful of blood. But he still refused to admit defeat, he said: "Everyone knows that I am the most skilled doctor on this ship." ”

"The most skilled seaman?" Morris stood up. He took a deep breath of the sea breeze filled with gunsmoke. Then look at the "Beer Keg".

There were three figures in the battle together.

The badly wounded young nobleman moved his muscles and muttered, "I'll never believe it again." ”

Then limped down there.