――What should I do?

The six gods and no masters, Mira looked back at Filippo in a daze, but the question in the dirty young man's eyes was the same as hers. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Those who have reached their level in swordsmanship are well aware of the impact that the gap in equipment can have, as swords and the like have been a secondary weapon and self-defense weapon since the time of Classical Laman. Once equipped by nobles and officers, they became popular after advances in smelting technology and the rise of the mercenary profession, precisely because they were superior in size and durability to longer-barreled weapons.

But the first-class ace weapons on the main battlefield are long poles from beginning to end, whether it is a lance or a spear or an axe and a hammer, everything has been completely summed up in the term "inch long and inch strong". The chances of a longsword against such weapons are slim, and unless there is a big gap in technology, it is possible to win back a city unless the opponent's length advantage can be converted into a disadvantage, and it is possible to win back a city - but even so, there is a prerequisite that the opponent is not armored.

Bladed weapons cannot pierce armor because they weren't made for that purpose.

What's the point of your sword slashing at the opponent if it only causes the person to roll and destroy the weapon, even if you get close?

In contrast, the opponent's weapon attack distance is longer, and each attack is more powerful, and once hit, it will either kill or be injured if it lacks protection.

Mira was wearing only a set of half-armor, not to mention her limbs, even the throat and head were exposed, and Filippo had only a rudimentary shield that he had snatched from the villagers.

With such equipment and numbers, even if you have full energy, you have to deal with an imperial army of thirty or forty people, and the result will not be any different from the previous record of mercenaries against regular armies, and it is likely that there will still be no change in the future.

It can only be a moth to a fire.

If that wasn't bad enough, what if they still looked like dead corpses returning from the underworld?

How do you rekill a corpse that looks like it's already decomposing?

If it's a living human, you can stab the tip of your sword through the throat or armpit of your armor and make them bleed to death, but these corpses look like they're bleeding dry.

What the hell are you going to do?!--I'm anxious, but I don't know what to do.

"Hell hell!" while they were still hesitating, the bastards hiding in the corners of their houses and alleys were already furious at the loss of their own personnel. Armed with knives and rudimentary spears, they pounced on the abominable walking dead, and Mira and Filippo were shocked to find that.

These undead.

Unexpected.

Weak.

"Smack!"

It's unclear what drives them, but it's certain that they still retain their anatomy. Coupled with the marks of being gnawed by something and the details of the beginning of decay, how can an arm with damaged tendons and even cartilage be able to swing a powerful enough blow?

Enraged, the villager swung his hatchet in a haphazard manner, and the moment he slashed the spear in the hand of an undead soldier, both of its hands fell to the ground from the elbow part of the impact with a "click".

"This-" Even the villagers concerned were stunned, because the knight's undead killing power at the beginning was too powerful, he was desperately ready to rush out, but he didn't expect the opponent to be so weak.

Another walking corpse soldier stabbed a crooked stab, and the villager nimbly dodged and then grabbed the hilt of the spear and pulled it, causing it to stagger and fall to the ground. He stepped on the undead's helmet with his foot and snatched the spear with a single pull, a few rotten fingers sticking to the shaft of the spear that was disgusting, but it was not a good time to care about such details, he swirled in his hand and threw the spear away.

"Bang!" A small pit appeared in the breastplate after the loud metal crash, and the impact directly caused the sluggish walking corpse to sit on the ground. And it just fumbled in place for a long time and couldn't get back up.

"Kill!!" Seeing that these guys were so weak, the leader of the villagers with side-braided pigtails rushed out with the rest of the people.

They worked together, and when two villagers used long poles to push the sluggish, stiff spirits against a nearby wall, the other took the opportunity to decapitate them with machetes.

The stench of bodily fluids splashed the villagers on their faces, and if they were citizens or nobles of the Empire, they would have begun to vomit, but the fierce highlander was undaunted, reached out and wiped his clothes and nearby walls casually twice, and continued to fight.

After the head is cut off, the walking corpse directly returns to the state of the corpse, and it is obvious that even with many terrifying places, the weakness of the head and neck is still the same as before life.

"Hahh

Some people's hearts began to feel a little sad, they were immersed in killing, bloody battles, but.

Forget about the fact that there is a fact.

If these things were really so weak, why did the soldiers of the Imperial Army, who were better equipped and better equipped than them, fall to such a state?

"Tsk, the army of the Lamanites is also well equipped, but the actual combat ability is still not good!" If you were in a tavern at this time, asking a highlander who felt good about himself after two glasses of wine, he would surely answer you with contempt and mockery.

So is this really the case, if the Imperial army is really nothing but good-looking.

And why the highlanders.

It's going to be defeated again and again.

"Bang!!" the skull, hit by the heavy axe's blade, made only the slightest resistance, and then shattered and tore apart.

Blood and brains splattered, and the first villager who was still complacent before was dead in the blink of an eye.

"Uhh

"Uhh

"It's not good, it's time for us to go. Filippo said this, and Mira nodded in agreement, although she was too tired to do it, but now that the highlanders were fighting the walking corpses, if they didn't seize this opportunity to escape, they would probably never have a chance again.

"Oooh, a

"It's cunning. This made Mira still can't help but despise in the midst of her busy schedule, combined with the revenge of this man and his rebellion against the rule of the village chief's family, it is obvious that there are also such treacherous and cunning characters among the so-called "simple people" highlanders.

After all, humans are the same everywhere, and even uncivilized barbarians are inherently superior to the other four races in terms of intrigue.

She withdrew her gaze, and both of them lowered their bodies and prepared to run towards the two warhorses beside the ancient well—they had been captured by the villagers before, and were now left unattended.

Although the horses are also very tired, their foot strength is far beyond that of humans, and if they can ride them, they will not be able to catch up with them on foot alone.

"Wait, what are you doing!" - the two were interrupted by a loud roar, and Mira and Filippo nervously turned back thinking they had been discovered, only to see the villager leader shouting at the two villagers who had been stabbed with spears earlier.

"Willim, stop, you're running in the wrong direction, don't spoil the formation. Another villager ran towards the man, and although the culture was rude, the highlanders were very careful about the formation in battle.

"Hey, stop-goo-ah-ah-"

The throat was slit.

A villager named Willem hung his head and turned his back to the side of the undead.

The silent knight raised his axe again, and another villager, who was also wounded, turned his head with bloodshot eyes after a strange twist of his limbs.

"What the is this-" "Ahh

"Boom, click, boom!" jumped up unprepared, jumped over a distance of five meters, and the frenzied villager used a wood knife to split half of his former companion's face the moment he landed.

Blood gushed wildly, and the leader of the highlanders with pigtails turned his head to see Filippo and Mira, who were about to flee, and he immediately knew what they were thinking, and just when the girl was worried that this man would rush to attack them, he left his companion and ran straight towards the horses beside the ancient well.

"This coward!" Filippo scolded, even though he was not an ally. The two men no longer flinched, but stood up and drove straight towards the horses, and the highlanders who had stayed behind noticed the sound and turned their heads.

"Big brother, Brother Rono, what are you doing!" they shouted, and the leader of the villagers, known as Rono, didn't even look back. He ran directly towards the war horse, and obviously with great foresight, he picked Filippo's noble thoroughbred, turned over and pulled the reins after getting on the horse: "Drive!"

"Shit thief!!coward!!!" the young man blushed with rage and picked up a stone and threw it at him, but Ron, who was ready, took control of his horse and galloped towards the haze on the other side.

"Brothers, that bitch of a Rono left us and ran away!" the sound of the horse's hooves attracted everyone's attention, and they clearly saw the back of Rono leaving. The morale of the highlanders, who were already being defeated under the knight's command and the attack of the two newly added mad villagers, Mira and Filippo looked left and right, the girl's horse purchased in Parnira was still carrying a lot of supplies, and the weight of two people had to bear it all the way before, and it was not necessarily possible to ensure escape.

The two looked at each other, and then both made up their minds.

They looked left and right, and finally fell in love with the largest abandoned house in the village, a stone temple.

"Hey, come this way. Mira took the reins and waved her hand at the highlanders, her simple words and gestures drawing their attention to the huge temple. With one blow to morale and one defeat after another, the villagers launched another wave of attacks, then dropped their inflexible long-pole weapons and ran towards them.

"Ahh

"Bang Kuang!" the mad villager who was hit in the eye socket fell directly to the ground, but the attack of another mad villager worked, "Ahhh

"Liam!" his friend turned around and shouted sharply, "He's hopeless!" but the other grabbed him by the collar and pulled him aggressively forward.

"What the hell!" the young villager cursed angrily and hatefully, and when the dozen or so surviving men had all rushed into the church, Mira and Filippo and several other villagers cooperated in pushing the heavy wooden door with copper reinforcement in the corners shut.

"Squeak--Kuang!" "Ahem-a-a-a

"Bang!" but then they refocused their attention.

"Block the door, find something to block the door!" Filippo shouted back, and the villagers did not care about the common interest of survival, but at least the two men did not abandon them on their horses, but tried to find a way to save everyone's lives.

"Hold on!" "Why the hell is this thing so strong!"

"Don't say that, it's Willium and McCollin!"

"They're not anymore, friends, not anymore!"

"Resist!" the crowd was strong, and a dozen highlanders, all of whom were young and middle-aged, quickly brought some damaged temple pillars and other heavy objects to resist the gate, and the astute white-haired girl probed left and right on the ground and found a thick iron deadbolt that had been rusted.

When she and Filippo lifted it up and inserted it into the fixing slot in the door frame, the outside thrashing could no longer affect the door for half a minute.

"Whew-"

It was rare for a dozen people to breathe a sigh of relief at the same time, but they had just caught their breath when they heard the clear and bright sound of horses' hooves outside.

"Reinforcements?" "Rono is back?" the villagers exchanged ears, and Mira looked down the bright spot in the room to see a stone staircase leading to the second floor.

"Let's go up and see!" she said, and the crowd ran to the top to check it after making sure the door was blocked.

"-Be careful, don't be seen!" they crept their heads out of the shattered window, where there was indeed a bunch of undead in front of it, and in the distance was Rono, who was looking around on a single horse.

He looked a little nervous, and everyone was curious about the reason for his return.

"Uhh

The walking corpses also shifted direction and ran towards the newly emerged Ronno.

"Where are you, brothers, help me!" cried the leader of the highlanders, his anxious and frightened expression evident, but none of the people in the temple responded.

"Brothers, compatriots, where are you!"

"My friend, my brother!" Rono cried, manipulating his horse to distance himself from the undead, but his eyes never took off from his back—the direction in which he had left the others to flee alone, as if something more terrifying could appear there than these dozens of undead.

"Do you want to help him. One of the villagers relented, but the next second he said this, Rono's face turned iron-blue.

"-Ride!" he manipulated the war horse as if he had a belief in death, and forced his way forward, trying to run directly with the impact of the war horse, but the horse that did not reach full acceleration was just stuck in it, and the war horse began to neigh in fright, and Filippo pounded the wall angrily.

And Rono was so worried that the reason for such an impulsive act gave the answer in the next second.

"Knock knock—"

It was the sound of horses' hooves.

The sound of horses' hooves, marching, the clashing of plates and weapons.

"Huh!" broke through the fog and came the black flag of the Padrosi Empire high above.

"Boom!" "More undead!" "Shhh

They rushed over.

"Huh-" But Mira noticed something was wrong.

"That's—" Filippo saw it, followed by more people.

"Whew-" Rono dropped the machete in his hand and curled up on his horse with a pale face.

"Bang !!"

But the heavy cavalry swarm, just rushed past him.

Including the two mad village names, all the ordinary walking corpses were trampled to slag and stabbed through with guns.

Highlanders, unscathed.

"Click--Boom-" The horses slowed down before rushing out of the range of the hamlet, and the knight in the ornate black armor at the head lifted it as he exhaled a puff of white air through the gap in the armor again.

"This is the Ninth Brigade of the Frontier of the Padrosi Empire, I ask, are there any other living people here!"

The gray-blue eyes gleaming under the helmet, and the tall black-haired knight asked, then noticing the remaining undead knight.

"......" He glanced at Rono, who was so frightened that he peed on horseback, although he didn't say a word, but probably what kind of expression he was, and everyone who could only see his back in the temple could guess it.

The black-armored knight turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the knight, who had remained alone and silent.

Everyone looked at him intently, but it was also at this time that some strange voices also sounded from inside the temple.

It was like a strange "gurgling" sound, and it was unusually close.

"Oops!" a villager let out a scream and distanced himself from his companion, and the four highlanders who had been splashed with blood before also showed strange marks on their faces, their eyes were also starting to become bloodshot, and they stood still and hung their heads and danced their limbs at strange angles.

Finally, lift your face.

"Ahh

Let out a high-pitched scream like a bird.

"It's a big problem. "Boom-" Mira drew her sword and stood with Filippo.