Although the instructor's shoulder was cut open by the spear, fortunately it was only a skin wound, not a bone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The battle was not over, and the shouts of killing could still be heard inside, and I didn't know what happened to my brothers, after all, no matter how brave he was, he was facing an enemy three times his size, and Lord Will's sergeants were also well-trained.

A loud shout came into his ears: "I'll fight with you." ”

When the captain's body fell, the instructor looked at the archer, and at this time, a cold light flew out, and the speed was even faster than the bow and arrow, which showed that the archer's arm strength was not small.

In fact, every sergeant knows, including demon scavengers and adventurers, that archers' throwing knives at short distances are actually more fierce and powerful than bows and arrows, because the explosive power of the arm is definitely stronger than that of the bow and arrow when thrown.

Before his words fell, the cold light had already arrived in front of him, and the instructor didn't have time to draw his big sword to cut the flying knife at this time, so he had to spread his hand and roll on the spot.

"Duh, Duh, Duh, Duh......"

The archer was crazy and threw out three throwing knives in succession, and at the same time he didn't stop at his feet, and in a few steps he was in front of him, and there were still three or four meters left.

If it weren't for the fact that the instructor couldn't get up and could only roll on the ground to dodge, this archer would not dare to approach him, after all, the archer was more than a grade worse than the instructor in terms of physical strength and strength, as long as the instructor seized the opportunity to stand up, he could be killed in one move between three or two moves.

But the archer is also gambling, the closer the distance, the faster the speed of the flying knives, the shorter the reaction time left for the instructor, and he has a row of ten throwing knives stuck in his waist, so he is betting on the speed of his knives and the number of throwing knives, so that the instructor can not stand up at all and be killed by him.

Taking a step back, even if the ten throwing knives failed to kill the instructor, he still had a great grasp of the serious injury, and he still had this confidence.

When the throwing knives are exhausted, he can pull out the spear that the captain stuck in the ground before he died, and then kill the seriously injured instructor in the same way.

In short, although his plan was made improvised, he was also a sergeant who had been on the battlefield for a long time after all, so he made a decision in an instant.

In just a few breaths, the flying knives broke through the air one after another, and the instructor was really forced by him to roll on the ground non-stop.

There were also several flying knives stuck in the corpse of the 'Xiao Fei', and the blade of the knife more than a foot long was all submerged in the flesh and blood, only the black hilt was exposed.

The seventh handle, missed.

The eighth handle, missed.

The archers were also a little anxious, and their foreheads were covered with sweat.

Ninth Shank......

"Poof"

The instructor snorted coldly, blood splashed on his thigh, and a flying knife penetrated the muscles on the outside of his thigh, and the tip of the knife also showed more than three fingers from the back of his leg.

The archer's eyes lit up with joy, and at this time he finally put his mind at ease, with this flying knife inserted in his leg, this last knife was even more certain, even if he could roll and dodge, but the flying knife on his leg would directly cut his muscles, and the injury would be more serious, in this case...... Drawing a spear can kill him.

This thought only flashed in his mind, and his subordinates kept flicking, and with a sharp flick, the tenth throwing knife had already been struck.

But at the moment when he made a move, he also saw the instructor's machete flying in, and his frightened look instantly covered his face, and his eyes narrowed to the extreme.

He could think of using a spear after the throwing knives were exhausted, but could he not have imagined that the fortress as an instructor would not have thought of it? He was the best warrior of the Guards, and he was naturally very experienced in battle.

The moment the knife pierced the thigh, the instructor already knew what the result would be, so he would rather end up fighting a fish and die in the net than wait for the archer to torture him to death.

So, almost at the same time, the instructor sat up suddenly, and the machete in his hand came out of his hand and flew towards the archer.

The instructor didn't have much hope for his move, he just thought that even if he could hurt him, maybe he could create some opportunities for his surviving brother to kill him or avoid his poisonous hands.

The archer never expected that the instructor was going to die with him at this time, so when he flew out the last throwing knife, he couldn't help but pause, and did not rush to pull out the spear.

Because he wanted to appreciate the instructor's expression in despair, and wanted to see what kind of desperate face this instructor who killed his two robes in a row before he himself died.

So, after the footsteps stopped, he wanted to dodge the flying machete, it was already an extravagant hope, this knife contained all the hatred and hope of the instructor, of course he wanted to kill all of Will's sergeants, of course he hoped that this knife could solve an enemy for his brother.

Machetes and knives staggered through the air, as if they were two parallel lines that would never intersect, each flying towards its own target.

The distance between the two of them was so close that it was really just a blink of an eye.

A terrible scream resounded through the night sky, and the archer had a machete embedded in his skull and flew backwards, not only splitting his head, but also a part of the blade stuck in his neck, and blood and white pulp splattered from the place where it was split, and the messy snow was immediately bright red.

The instructor sat on the ground, looked down at the flying knife stuck in his chest, and the expression on his face suddenly became weird, as if he was crying but not crying, and he looked very strange if he was smiling but not laughing.

There was a throwing knife stuck in the chest armor, and the periphery had been shattered, and with the sharpness of the flying knife, it would definitely enter without a handle, but now, the ruler-long blade had only pierced a little, and although there was blood flowing out, the pain was not strong.

"I'm not dead?" The instructor who survived the catastrophe let out a sigh of relief, and when he pulled out the flying knife, he heard a crisp sound in his arms, and the instructor hurriedly took out something from his arms as if he had a thought.

It was a square, flat, box wrapped in animal skin, containing the bronze medal that the Consulate had awarded to Otta.

The instructor saw that there was a hole in the box, and it was also covered with cracks, and when he lifted the lid of the box, it immediately fell apart, and the medal inside had been broken in two, and it was stained with his own blood.

The instructor smiled bitterly, but at this time the battle was not over, so he immediately wrapped the medal in his arms, gritted his teeth and stood up, with a throwing knife stuck in his thigh, but he ignored it, but staggered to the body of the archer, stepped on his neck with one foot, held the handle of the knife with the other, and pulled the machete off with a "click".

Probably because one leg was not easy to support, the instructor turned around, pulled out the spear again, and then glared and walked inside.