It wasn't the first time Rossi had seen the musket, he had secretly seen it twice when he was in the church headquarters, but the firing of ** was the first time he had seen it.

In the past, I had only heard of the power of gunpowder weapons in other people's mouths, for example, they were very loud and could scare some timid people. For example, a burst of yellow smoke after the gunpowder is detonated is very choking, and it is easy to cough when it smells too much.

Of course, the most heard is the damage caused by gunpowder weapons.

Light armor can be easily destroyed with great destructive power, and even the chain mail worn by the knights cannot withstand the volley of several weapons.

Unmatched range and penetration, it replaced bows and hussars as the new king of the battlefield. Combined with the enormous gunpowder weapon, the cannon, the form and rhythm of war were changed in a very short period of time, deviating from the traditional course of warfare.

And this time, the unlucky guy in the story was replaced by himself.

Blood is like a delicate flower blooming in the air, instantly releasing its eternal charm.

The deafening sound of gunfire resounded in the sky, especially in the quiet early morning.

Jacob's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he looked at his hand, and he couldn't believe that it was this hand that fired such a pistol at such a moment. The pistol on which he had high hopes did not make meritorious contributions, not because his marksmanship was too stinky, but because he aimed very accurately. It's not that Rossi has any magical skills or equipment to dodge this deadly attack. Even the ascetic who was hiding on the side didn't have time to rescue Rosie, and watched Jacob's finger pull the trigger.

However, perhaps Rosie's fate should not have been extinguished, or maybe his blessing spell really had some special effect, but in short, an inexplicable wild duck suddenly flew up from the grass.

The bullet mercilessly smashed the wild duck, and the projectile lost its lethality through the wild duck's body, and fell directly to the ground after hitting Rossi.

Rossi herself was also frightened by this sudden scene, from Jacob drawing his gun to shooting, to an inexplicable mallard duck fluttering out of the grass, but only two or three seconds. In this extremely short period of two or three seconds, Rossi's life was full of twists and turns, and he was almost gone!

I felt a fiery illusion all over my body, and in an instant, the pores of my whole body opened, and I was drenched in sweat all at once. Rossi's feet were weak, he really didn't expect Jacob to hide a gun, and almost let him get away.

This feeling of escaping death is both good and bad, and I really don't want to have a next time.

In the gap of no more than five seconds, Rosie actually came back to his senses before Jacob, took out a throwing knife from his waist, and flew out with a strong flick.

The human reaction has a slight change with the change of age, sixteen, seventeen or eight years old is the peak of human body growth, so the reaction speed is particularly fast, many young men of this age do not need to go through special training, the reaction can enter the 0.1 second mark. As the body grows and ages, this reaction rate gradually decreases. That's why the age of 16 to 20 is the peak years for most athletes, especially esports players.

Jacob is thirty years old, and he is indeed at his peak, not even yet. But other things have already entered the aging phase, especially the nerve reflexes.

When the flying knife in his eyes was already clearly visible, his brain reacted from a daze, first the flying knife, then the direction of the flying knife, and then when he wanted to dodge, it was too late.

The knife opened a cut in his shoulder, which looked scary and bled profusely. In fact, this kind of injury does not involve critical injuries, as long as you recuperate for a period of time, you can recover as before. But the key is that in a short period of time, half of his left arm is basically gone, and he can't use his strength.

His face was white and black at this time, and there was blue hidden in the black, which was very ugly.

Thousands of calculations, I didn't expect to lose my hand inexplicably, it was obviously a fatal blow, but I don't know where to jump out of a duck,, is there still Tianli and Wang Fa?

Jacob tore off his sleeve and wrapped it briefly, slowing down the bleeding, and feeling more and more that his arm was not strong. He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to hold back the emotions churning in his heart and calm down. The figure was lowered, the center of gravity was also lowered, and the one-handed sword in his right hand pulled a sword flower, "Good boy, I really underestimated you." Are you really a churchgoer? How do I think you're more cunning than those gutter bugs?"

Jacob was referring to throwing knives, and now in addition to those who can't see the light, how many people still carry throwing knives on them?

Rosie was unmoved by his words, staring at him tightly, his indifferent and indifferent eyes made Jacob's scalp tingle slightly, where did this Nima come from?

The sound of slashing not far away was a little less than just now, and both of them were moving in their hearts, obviously there was going to be a winner over there.

The slashing between a few people or a dozen people is actually not so famous, and it is impossible for a dozen to be a thing in the morning. After all, this is a world in the era of the end of the law, and everyone is killed with a knife when they are injured, and no one can change this fact.

Neither Jacob nor Rosie wanted to drag it out, and both of them fought together. You slash me, and I'll return you with a sword. Jacob is experienced and wants to entangle Rosie and defeat him with his experience and body that is in peak condition. Rosie, on the other hand, was trying to hold Jacob in tow, the more he moved, the more blood he lost, and the place where he was bandaged just now was already stained red with blood, and the bright red was slowly expanding around.

The two of them fought for about fifty or sixty rounds, and Jacob's strength gradually became exhausted, panting, and beads of sweat the size of a bean. His eyes were rolling, and he was already thinking about a way out. It is really unwise to throw his own life here, how many years has he struggled to get to where he is today, how can he lose it like this? As long as he can escape back, even if he is laughed at, he must ask the boss to support here, and when the time comes, there will be a dozen guns, and no matter how lucky the kid on the other side is, he will not be able to resist it.

Courage is a wonderful thing, when you muster up courage, you are fearless, and once you lose your courage, you are immediately afraid.

Jacob thought about not going to have a hard fight with Rosie, but Rosie became more and more courageous, the one-handed sword in his hand seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, and the whole person became more and more excited, and he actually brought up the rhythm of fighting.

If the ascetic who was watching from the sidelines had played masturbation, he would have shouted out, which snowballed with rhythm.

Defense and offense are two extremes.

10,000 attacks are considered a success as long as they succeed once, and it doesn't matter how many failures they have.

But the defense was different, it was defended 9,999 times, and as long as it failed once, it was a complete failure.

Just as Jacob was about to swing away from Rossi's attack, he stepped on another stone, and his right forearm was hit by Rossi's sword, and the blade cut through the muscles without the slightest hindrance, cutting off the meridians, and even leaving a mark on the bone, which would leave a disability even if it was healed. His palm suddenly lost its strength, and the one-handed sword immediately fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Jacob was sweating profusely and gritting his teeth, not because of pain, but because of fear.

"I ...... Leave me alone, and I will leave Greenland, leave Turman, and there will be no Jacob in this world from now on. I have a lot of money, all for you, as well as real estate and women, all for you. He limped back, staring at Rosie who was approaching step by step, and said hoarsely: "You will not do me any good if you kill me, you will only offend the Tiger Society." You have no idea how powerful the Tigers will be, and when they come back with their revenge, you and the church behind you simply can't bear it. ”

Rosie grinned, showing her snow-white teeth, and Jacob's face showed the surprise of the rest of his life, and before he could say a word or two, a white light flashed in his eyes, and blood splashed out of his neck like a curtain.

He opened his mouth to say something, but blood poured down his throat and out of his mouth. The trachea was blocked by blood, and the lobes of the lungs contracted violently twice, coughing up a mouthful of blood, but not a single note.

Rosie flicked his one-handed sword and threw the blood beads on the blade down into the grass, "With me, the church will inevitably rise, and the Tigers will?", he looked disdainful, "It's just a stepping stone!"

Rosie walked up to Jacob, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands and raising it high, his eyes were full of murder, "Go to hell to repent, remember to tell the king of Hades, the person who killed you is called Rosie!"

The tip of the sword pierced Jacob's heart, and his limbs twitched, and his two eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. He couldn't figure it out, how could a small church dare to offend the Tiger Society, this young little auxiliary priest, dare to kill him like this?

The heart stopped beating, the blood stopped flowing, and the brain was rapidly starved of oxygen. After about twenty seconds, his vision blurred, his eyes began to darken, and he eventually lost his ......instincts.

Rosie rushed back outside the church, and with him joining, the people brought by Jacob suddenly lost the courage to continue to resist, and were soon killed.

The small patch was filled with the smell of blood, and Rossi laughed heartily as he looked at the three wounded knights.

Many years later, Alexander could not help but smile when he recalled this scene.

Because of a book that records everything that happened today!