As a battlefield weapon, the long sword is a weapon, and compared with the war hammer and tomahawk, there are actually many more requirements for application skills and maintenance.

Therefore, in terms of the general requirements of the battlefield, it is actually not suitable to be the main battle weapon of soldiers.

Geralt has now fully verified this.

The sword confrontation between him and the enemy just now made him not grasp the angle well, so that the Wolf School junior steel sword in his hand was not only cut out, but also had a blade that was close to a quarter of the length. The angle of the blade deviates from the other parts.

The damage combined made the tendons of this long sword crooked!

Blade tendons are a key to the lethality of slashing weapons.

To put it simply, it is the ability to grasp the angle at which the blade cuts into the target. An immature swordsman may swing his weapon, but in the end, the sword and blade slap the enemy, instead of the blade slashing into the enemy's body.

"Hell yes!"

Geralt cursed in horror, then reached forward with his left hand, and with a 'bang' he sent out a cold white shockwave, pushing the enemy in front of him two steps away before saving himself from injury.

Before he had time to think about it, he quickly threw away the steel sword in his hand, which was already considered scrapped, and then pulled out the spare weapon from his waist.

A locally produced Sintra longsword.

The craftsmanship and materials are definitely not as good as the witcher's long sword, it is simply a village product, but it can be used.

"I'm sorry, something went wrong with me."

Geralt was squeezed back to Gerd by the enemy, and he reluctantly apologized.

According to his plan, he should have cut down two enemies in two seconds, just one step away from the crossbowman.

Then the [Alpha Seal] rushed towards the opponent's hand, even if it could not destroy the opponent's stone crossbow, it was impossible for the whistle arrow to fly into the sky.

At most, it was barely launched, and then it was inserted into the ground because of the angle, and it couldn't even let out a stuffy fart.

The ground was all sticky and muddy, and even if you picked up the sentry arrow, it would not be possible to clean up the mud from the pipes inside the arrow.

But now, no matter how good the idea is, it is useless to implement it in place.

"It doesn't matter, the situation is not so bad, we have killed a lot, and it is not too late to get out."

Gerd swung his sword horizontally, and the neck of a Nilfgaard soldier made a sound like a large bundle of celery being broken. The head of the iconic winged helmet of Nilfgaard soared into the sky.

Then he raised his arm and slammed it on the side of his face.

Three sparks bloom in the next moment.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Three crossbow arrows were bounced off the wrist armor of the High Bear School armor.

In addition to the crossbowman with a special bolt, the other ranged soldiers of the Nilfgaard Scout Squad are also starting to regain their form.

Gerd and Geralt had the advantage of the 'raid' in order to kill all sides at the beginning.

And now, although there are less than ten enemies left, they are all elites with complete armor and skilled tactics.

The panic of the raid had been dispelled after the first offensive.

The three Nilfgaard soldiers picked up two large shields from the backs of their dead companions on the ground.

Gerd and Geralt had already picked on the difficulty of the big shield, so they took advantage of the surprise attack to take out the big shield soldiers.

But now that the Nilfgaard soldiers had faded from the panic, they quickly regained their tactical literacy and adjusted their weaponry.

The flickering light of the fire shone brightly on the blood-stained Great Sun Wheel emblem on the opponent's shield.

The three soldiers who picked up the big shield kept shrinking behind the shield, not even wanting to stretch out their hands and swing two swords, but just wholeheartedly approaching the two enemies.

Compress the space for two witchers.

This is a type of battle formation coordination.

The shieldmen stepped forward to compress the space, the pikemen stabbed through the gaps, and the long-range archers and crossbowmen looked for an opportunity to shoot in.

If you can't break through the shield, just wait to be pressed into it and poked into a honeycomb!

But witchers are not like ordinary warriors.

Even if they can't smash their shields with their swords, they have other tricks that can come in handy.

"You've just used the seal, and this time I'm here to be [Yakesi]."

Gede calmly explained the tactics to Geralt, and the old Taoist [White Wolf] who was standing back to back with him also instantly understood, and nodded quietly.

Gerd's left hand snapped at a shield soldier approaching, and a burst of white magical light suddenly enveloped the other's eyes.

He briefly lost his mind.

And Geralt, who didn't even turn his head to take a look, rushed behind him, in front of Gerd without hesitation, the moment the necklace around his neck trembled because of the chaotic magic power of the [Axifa Seal]!

"Poof!"

Geralt was not worried about the quality of the sword in his hand, so instead of using a slash, he stabbed it straight!

Precise swordsmanship, taking advantage of the moment the enemy lost his mind and lowered the shield, the blade was inserted into the enemy's mouth!

Then the two of them hurriedly ran out of this gap in the three-way siege.

Before Geralt could take two steps, an arrow 'swished' and almost grazed his arm!

made him break out in a cold sweat.

Turning his head, he saw a Nilfgaard soldier who had just put down his longbow was clutching his arms wrapped in armor, grinning his teeth.

In the mud at his feet, a rock that shouldn't have been there just hit the ground.

It's Dandrien! He really hit an enemy! And smashed the arrow crooked!

This was a save for Geralt.

But the white wolf did not have time to be grateful to his poet friend, on the contrary

He shouted anxiously in the direction of Dandrion: "Hurry up! Dandrien go! ”

The Nelfgaard soldiers, dressed in full armor, couldn't keep up with the witchers on their legs, but by the time they got on their horses, the witchers would have run out of the clearing and into the woods.

Riding a horse in the woods to hunt down a demon hunter, this root is like looking for death.

A loss of consciousness from the Seal of Axifa can cause a pursuer to break his neck.

But Dandrion is different, he's just an ordinary person! Or the kind of ordinary people who are weak and weak!

And in the distance, the poet, who could not understand the situation of the battlefield, and who thought that he had helped but had put himself in danger, hid behind a low slope to cheer himself up, ready to throw a few more stones that would help his friend.

But in Geralt's eyes, the archer, who had just been stoned, had clearly determined Dandrien's location after a little glance in the direction in which the stone had hit.

Although the lighting conditions are not good now, it is essential for archers to judge the direction and distance based on the projectile.

So the archer drew a Nilfgaard dagger from his waist and walked in the direction of Dandrien.

Against enemies who can only throw stones, a short sword will definitely be enough.

Geralt was still running after Gerd, but it was only a knee-jerk move.

It took two steps before he snapped to his senses, swerved abruptly, and sped towards where Dandrion was.

When he travels with poets, he always says, 'Any god is good, take this annoying spirit away.'"

But when it seemed that he was really about to lose this friend, his body took care of itself.

But the bad news comes one after another.

Not long after the sentry arrows were released, the sound of the hooves of a group of horses was sounding in the woods in the distance, and they were rushing towards this direction.

But wait

"Knock knock!"

Geralt's already wooden expression showed confusion.

Why in the sound of the hooves of a herd of horses. Looks like there's an extraordinarily heavy buffalo galloping?

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