The battle between the four men ended in less than thirty seconds. The last sound to end was the scream of the boy who jumped up. The roaring from the cabin on the second floor was still loud, and I just didn't feel anxious. So I took a few steps forward and looked at the door. The men inside were still struggling to break down the door with their weapons, and I looked at it carefully to make sure they wouldn't be able to cut it open in ten minutes.

On second thought, it's actually okay, even if this door is cut by them, I think I still have some advantages in the current situation.

I pulled out the three arrows and approached the door, but as soon as I showed my face, an arrow flew past my face. Ah! There are still people on guard from above!

But this arrow alone can conclude that there are not many people on it. Turning my head to look into the cabin, I turned around and put away my bow and arrows, picked up the shield on the side of the box, and then picked up a small axe next to me.

I came to the door with my shield in hand, and when I looked up again, two arrows flew down, but fortunately I held the shield well. It was at this moment that I rushed up the stairs in three steps and two steps.

The sea breeze was blowing in my face, and the undulating deck made me feel like I was going to be lifted, but my body flew out of the cabin and rolled on the ground! One of the archers reacted quite quickly, but not enough, and the arrow hit the deck. I rolled on the ground and shielded me. Sure enough! There are only four people guarding the door now! Two with bows and two with swords.

On deck, the sound of the wind was the sound of the waves crashing against the bow of the ship. There was a shouting in the cabin, but it wasn't that loud anymore. But it's not good to think about it! Those two with bows blocked my way, and it wouldn't be good for someone to rush in and open the door!

Thinking of this, I got up directly, and the axe in my right hand was picked up by me. The two of them instantly moved with my body, and the bow was also aimed at me, but these two arrows were wasted, and if they didn't enter, they wasted the arrows and wasted the best opportunity!

My shield caught the arrows steadily, and just then the axe in my hand was thrown out. The two sword-wielding guys were holding shields at this time, and it was good for them to shrink back. But one of the two with the bow and arrow was unlucky. He couldn't dodge the axe as it flew over.

Of course, you can become a god to dodge at such a short distance. And the other archer panicked, and his panic was too good for me! That's when I rushed in front of them.

When I drew my short sword, my shield arrived, and the archer had no chance to fire arrows, and in his panic he wanted to push me, but the shield with four arrows stuck in it could be pushed if he wanted to! I can imagine what it would be like for him to twist his face and be knocked down by one of my shields.

He had fallen, but he was alive and unharmed. But now that I couldn't care about him, I drew my sword and slashed straight at a shield-wielding guy. The moment my sword touched his shield, a thought flashed through my mind.

I let go.

The dagger slashed at his shield and left only a deep mark, and then I let go. It's a bold move, and it's a dangerous one, but I have to.

When another shield bearer pressed over, I raised my shield to block it, and then took the opportunity to reach for my waist and pull the hammer off. The first shield guard was about to go up again, and I smashed it straight away.

This success requires tremendous wrist strength to support, if not absolutely impossible. This hammer and pestle went straight to the guy back, and this time it was still against his shield, and if I used the hammer to hit his chest, I could guarantee that his sternum would break on the spot.

I raised my shield and took two consecutive slashes from the second shield guard on the left, and then as soon as I withdrew my shield, I opened my chest and kicked him with my feet raised.

Kick! Not a kick! Kicking is done with the soles of the feet. Kick with the tip of the foot or the top of the foot.

I kicked him on his shield and the guy sat straight on the ground.

The archer on the ground had just gotten up when he drew his sword. But this guy was obviously scared, he didn't immediately stab me with a knife, in fact, if he had just gotten up, he would have stabbed at me, and I couldn't dodge this knife. But this kind of thing is very common on the battlefield, not everyone is agile, and not everyone has the absolute courage to face every enemy.

The guy hesitated for less than a second, but that second decided his fate.

When I pulled my shield into my arms, my body was already turning towards him, and just as my kicking foot hit the ground, I hit him directly, and the guy was knocked down by my shield for the second time. It's just that this time I had ample opportunity to give it to him!

This hammer didn't kill him, and my purpose in changing the hammer was not anyone's life.

Ha! If it's a smash in the chest and head, this hammer is enough! But the wrist and arm are immortal, and ...... While not delaying the work, he also lost the ability to rebel!

I smashed the hammer into his hand, but it was only my left hand.

With a thud, he rolled to the ground with his left hand.

My goal was achieved.

The two men got up from the ground, and by this time they had actually lost. Their posture and pace are like lost dogs, submissive and trembling. I looked at the two of them: "Surrender, I can not kill you both." ”

The two of them just stared at me, and in the not very bright moonlight, I could see their eyes clearly, and the panic, panic, worry, and hesitation in their eyes were revealed.

"Lay down your arms, you two can live." I spread my hands and said. "The people below are already dead." I pointed to the cabin with a hammer.

Seeing that the two of them were still not talking, I asked, "Which of you is the captain?" ”

The two of them were still hesitating, but I let go of my right hand, pulled out my musket and shot at the guy on my right. With a "bang", the white smoke immediately drifted away with the wind, and the man fell directly to the ground.

When he aimed the musket at the man on his left, he threw away the sword and shield in his hand and fell to his knees. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! ”

I took the musket into my arms, bent down and picked up the hammer on the ground, "Who's the ship......"

"Bang!"

I only felt a shock in my body, and a huge force penetrated my body, and I stumbled directly. The guy in front of me screamed "ahh I looked up and saw two figures at the steering wheel diagonally, one still holding the steering wheel faithfully, while the other was holding a smoking object at me.

It's false to say that it's not uncomfortable, but ...... I'm still alive after this shot...... Thank you so much Alsace!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

There are several situations that can make people desperate when facing the enemy, either there are too many of them, or they just can't be killed. Nothing else.

I've been through both of these situations, and I've been through them many, countless times! I know what that feels like, despair...... It is...... Finished! I feel like I'm done. There is no hope.

This kind of hopelessness can be described in one sentence: mourning is greater than death. Right! The heart is dead! However, this kind of heart is dead, some people die willingly, and some people are so frightened that their whole body is weak. There's only one case at this point, and I'm talking about the one above.

He...... Scared. I reckon he'd never seen anyone get shot and not fall. Walking past the guard lying on the ground, I would have walked past him, but I turned around and kicked him unconscious. It's a bit safer that way.

I walked up to the guy step by step, no need to ask, his hat betrayed him. I could feel his panic, he was loading his musket. But I was already very close to him, and his trembling hand had scattered the gunpowder in the not-so-bright moonlight, and the first mate at the helm never left the steering wheel, but I saw that he did not seem to be very inclined to meddle in the matter.

"Give it up." I walked up to him, his terrified hands still not reloading, and he did something that made me laugh, he raised the unloaded gun and pulled the trigger at me.

As soon as I grabbed the musket, he immediately let go. I hammered him in the stomach. He fell to his knees with a snort. I can guarantee that the bruise on his stomach will last for two months or more. Provided that he is not dead.

I took off his hat and buckled it on my head, then grabbed his head and dragged him down the stairs with his belly curled up on the ground. He moaned in pain, but I didn't pity him at all.

Dragged him across the deck, I dragged him into the cabin. He couldn't scream in pain at this time, and the other end of the door was still shouting frantically, slamming the door, and cursing. I retrieved the powder bag and projectiles and reloaded his musket. After reloading my one, I felt that it should work, so I walked to the door with two muskets in my hand.

The door slammed, but the thick sound showed that they were working in vain. And this door has only a small window the size of a palm, I walked to the door and looked, the window was a bit high.

So I dragged over a wooden box and stepped on it to look inside, and the guys inside stopped screaming when they saw my face exposed.

"Gentlemen, you are surrounded." I say.

They immediately began to abuse again. I frowned, and reached out to place the two muskets on the small window. They probably didn't see it, and after two gunshots and a scream, the pan exploded inside. But soon it quieted down.

"Gentlemen! I'm your new captain! ”