In the minds of quite a few people, if there is a mention of a combat professional, then he or she must be a sword-wielder.

And if you want to say that you are a powerful combat professional, then this person will definitely have a superb sword skill, and can "face more than ten times the enemy, and still be able to enter and exit with ease".

Unfortunately, in the real world, the relationship between swordsmanship and combat is not as close as we would like.

Ordinary soldiers in the army rarely use swords, and even in the Padrossi Empire, where the price of weapons has dropped due to the development of smelting technology, swords are only issued to at least squad leader level figures. As for the other ordinary soldiers, if they have a sword, they will only save money from their salaries to buy it.

Only nobles and military officers carried swords all year round, as well as more agile mercenaries, but even in these two cases, the former only used swords as secondary weapons, while a significant proportion of the latter group used long-range bows and crossbows, axes, machetes, and other weapons.

So under such a premise, how big is the role of swordsmanship?

"Click-"

"Whoa—"

The stubby crossbow that came out of the string was made of the finest hardwood, and the steel arrows with the pointed tips quenched in cold water were so hard that they could penetrate even from a certain distance in the face of plate armor made of mild steel.

"Take!" "Uhhh To make matters worse, all kinds of dirt, bacteria, and dirt from it enter the body, and then the infection causes a high fever and people die in agony - if not now.

"Teacher!"

"Left. ”

The powerful crossbow had to be wound with a pedal, and there was no way to reload it when Mira on horseback fired it, so she tucked it back into the saddle bag on the saddle and stretched out her right hand and drew her sword.

"Huh!" "Ding Qiang!" the girl swung her hand without any discipline or at all using the advanced sword skills she had learned, and the weapons clashed, and the man who was catching up from the right had to slow down in order to block the blow.

'No, I can't run away!' A lot of sweat oozed from the white forehead of the Luoan girl, and the situation was extremely urgent under the pursuit of the lightly armed opponent. Her mind was starting to get a little confused, but in this situation, her extremely sensitive ears still caught the sound of the bowstring pulling "horn-".

"Not good!" "Bang Bang " "Grab - " "Don't get distracted. The archer, on horseback, fell to the ground with a crossbow in the middle of the head, and Henry pulled it back with his hand and reloaded the arrow, and shot down an enemy who was too close.

"Teacher, ahead, slope!" The horse's hooves trampled in the snow, and the sun was shining in the sky overhead, because the temperature had risen, the snow on the ground had melted a little in the past few days, and the snow and water mixed together and turned into slush, causing the ground to be slippery and soft, in this case, if you rush into a slope—

"Click-" "Click-"

Henry turned around and put away the crossbow that had only a few crossbows left, and then reached for Krammel behind him.

Mira also stopped beside him, and although it was a horse running, she was also out of breath because of the sword swing and the nervousness.

"Qiang-" More than forty highlanders on horseback, wearing furs and holding machetes surrounded them, and there was no need to ask for a reason, the highlanders who lived by plundering had only one thought in their hearts when they saw only two mercenaries carrying bulging supplies and supplies.

Beginning with the fire of rebellion in the village of the inhabitants, the highlanders gathered to begin the rebellion and plundered on a much larger scale than expected, and the reason for this, if you think about it, is probably not unrelated to this sudden cold wave.

Henry's eyes narrowed slightly, although there were more than forty people on the other side, they did not immediately come forward in front of them, this reason was not only that the sage deliberately killed only a few of them, but also related to the bloody killing of several people in an instant when he first encountered them.

It is true that these minorities of the Palohian plateau are brave and good at fighting, but they are not without scheming.

The late Lono and his gang rebelled and killed the leaders of their village, and then ran to other nearby mixed villages, found other highlanders who were also dissatisfied with their lives and the Lamanite nobles, and gathered a chaotic but sizable team, trying to run to "seek justice".

But people gathered without food, and the only options for the highlanders, who lacked logistical provisions, were to plunder and hunt. Coupled with the lack of unity of command and strict literacy, many people were attracted by the wealth and women in the villages or caravans they passed by, and left the group without permission to form various bandit groups.

These simple-minded peasants did not have any big or clear goals in their minds, such as "to establish their own country for the highlanders" or "to obtain freedom", they just vented their grievances all the way to others, wantonly forcible and abused, burned and looted all the way, without purpose or direction, and somehow ran to the south of the Bao Forest, and happened to encounter a sudden cold wave and heavy snowfall.

There is a way that the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, and they who have embarked on this road and have no turning back, what they can and will do when they encounter natural disasters is, of course, to meet their own living needs by plundering others.

It is highly probable that the same group of people who attacked Constantine and his party, because when the forty or fifty of them encountered Henry and Mira, half of them were obviously wounded with bandages.

In this case, the highlanders showed extreme ferocity, and if it were not for the fact that the sage was enough to defeat ten and strike without mercy, the two would not even have a chance to escape.

But even then, the situation in front of them is very difficult.

These people don't give up easily.

To be killed, of course, they did not want to. But it may be easier to be hacked to death with a sword than to starve to death in the ice and snow. And if you win, you'll get enough food to fill your stomach, and—

Mira clenched the sword in her hand and looked gloomy, and the look in which the dirty highlanders looked at her made the girl feel a chill.

There were still forty or so remainers, dressed in miscellaneous fur clothes that had been snatched from others, dirty and even stained with the blood of their original owners. Riding horses of different sizes, equally snatched horses, and even mules.

There were only two of them on their side, and even though the ranged attackers had been dealt out and both were wearing armor, it would still be a tough fight.

Neither the sage nor the Luoan girl can afford the possibility of being seriously injured, they are now the only hope for Konstantin and the others, if they are stabbed in the melee and become weak, in this cold and snowy situation without the village and the back of the store, I am afraid that before I find anyone, I will have to put myself on first.

If that wasn't bad enough, they rode horses that were only inferior horses. In fact, they neighed and tried to run away after the fight, and if they tried to control the horses to charge at their opponents, they would even be thrown off because of the horses' resistance. And if they dismounted and fought on foot, the two horses were likely to be frightened and run away with their supplies without looking back.

The difference between a good horse and a bad horse becomes very obvious at this critical juncture.

It would be best to avoid the battle, but the least these guys were aiming for the supplies they were carrying, which were barely enough, and with the number of more than forty people, I was afraid that they would not be satisfied if they were all given to them.

The options are only worse and worse, and it looks like they can't help but choose.

The hysterical Highland mob had no more reason left in their minds than the toxin-infected Earth Dragons, and after only a moment of hesitation and timidity, they rushed towards this direction with a strange scream.

Henry glanced at Mira and dismounted, pulling out Kramer with great skill, and with his left hand he drew the broadsword of Constantine that was strapped to the saddle.

Two weapons of astonishing size and heavy weight, the sage rushed out with an arrow in one hand.

"Fario Lebusion (run back, guys)!" the tall Henry's cloak hunted and hunted, and the exaggerated scene of charging with his double-wielding broadsword was full of shock, and several highlanders in front of him who had just mustered up their courage immediately screamed and wanted to flee back, but Henry waved his hand, and the two big swords staggered like scissors, directly "cutting" the neck of the mule that was riding by the person at the head and his waist into two halves.

——!Before the screams could be uttered, the mule fell to the ground as soon as its front feet went limp. The steaming entrails bloomed on the snow like frogs that had been trampled on the stone pavement, and the bright color of human and animal blood contrasted with the snow-white ground.

The horses were frightened, and taking advantage of Henry's success in stunting them, Mira quickly dismounted, thrust her sword into the ground, and tied the two horses to a small tree.

"Tread—la—" She quickly picked up two crossbows and stepped on the string of arrows, then lifted them up and shot them straight at one of the highlanders who had come back to his senses and was about to make a detour from the sage's side.

"Take-" The crossbow misses the upper part of the body and knocks the man down, but the highlanders who have come back to their senses also erupt again, taking advantage of their numbers and their rides, and screaming and detouring towards Mira, intending to knock her down and attack the sage's back.

There's no time to rewind again.

Mira casually threw the missed crossbow to the ground, then picked up another one that had been roughly aimed and pulled the trigger.

"Bang-" The first of the highlanders who rushed over fell under the horse, and the girl concocted it again, and one turned to avoid the warhorse that had lost its master, and threw away the crossbow and drew the long sword on the ground.

"Hah!" she clenched her sword in both hands and slashed with all her might. "Qiang-" The two men who were covering each other swung their long swords and great swords one after another, hitting the enemy, and the hot blood spilled on the snow as the temperature melted.

Sword skills.

Does it work in this case?

The swordsmanship that Henry taught her was systematic and excellent.

Skillful blocking, counter-opponent skills, and knock out opponents with minimal effort while keeping yourself safe.

These superb combat skills can make a fight like a beautiful dance, all at your own pace, and your opponent will have to be the dance partner of this dance of death.

But in such a one-to-many situation.

Sword skills are useless.

It's not even as effective as a spear and a set of armor with a higher body cover.

"Huh-" Condescendingly, another highlander who rushed over waved his machete.

"Pop ——!" The girl rolled to the ground without hesitation, the melting snow made her clothes, hair, and the fur collar of her cloak wet, and in order to make it easier to move, Mira quickly ripped off the rope of her cloak and threw it to her side.

"Bang!" Henry slashed down two men again, but the highlanders, who had come to their senses, began to use their mounts to keep their distance in circles beside him, in a situation that even the Sages couldn't solve quickly.

The ivory-white hair of the Luoan maiden, which could cover her eyes, was pressed against her forehead because of the moisture, and beneath that, her crystal blue eyes sparkled.

"Boom!" Henry came back to his senses and kicked away a dismounted highlander who was trying to sneak up from behind, and then grabbed two great swords and slashed into the enemy line again.

Blood splattered, screams and wails arose.

There are more than thirty people.

She was starting to feel tired, and this was only enough for a few people, and the physical exertion caused by the climate and slippery ground was a bit severe, and she had to control her breathing.

Mira thought breathlessly, but as an infantryman it was never easy to knock down an enemy on horseback.

They came and went, circling around the neighborhood to prevent her from attacking, except for a few people who were knocked down at the beginning, and now if she made a rash move, she would only be attacked from behind.

"Beware!"

"Ahh

Distracted by herself, the girl suddenly noticed this, and so did her enemies.

The highlanders who were circling in a circle outside suddenly shrank their encirclement.

They rushed on horseback.

Several machetes struck at the same time from several directions, and between the lightning and flint, Henry turned around and threw the big sword out horizontally, nailing the one on the south side directly to the tree. But there were three more people, and Mira raised the sword in her hand, her thoughts and breathing were in a state of confusion, and she didn't know how to defend against all of them.

If you block this side, you will definitely be hit by the people over there, you can't do it, there is no way to react at all-

"Squat, Mira. ”

For a moment, someone said that.

There was no time to hesitate, and at the risk of abandoning her defenses, the girl crouched down decisively.

"Loose strings!"

"Bang-" "Bang-" "Bang-" "Ahh

"Knock-knock-" Two entities filled with long, heavy arrows fell next to the girl who was on one knee in a defensive stance.

The arrows, which were much larger than the East Coast bow, gave Mira a a sense of familiarity, but she couldn't remember what it was for a moment.

Then the female voice that told her to crouch down rang out again.

Amid screams and blood splatters, horses and mules neighed and ran into the distant background.

Mira heard a familiar local accent.

Dialect of Avenella.

"Longbowmen!

"Aim!"

"Put!"

"Whew——!"

"One step forward, get on the arrow!"

"Lebusion!" the remnants of the highlanders screamed and ran away, as did the horses and mules that were still alive.

The sun shone on the snow-melted ground of the Bao Forest, and Mira turned her head, the mantle of the man standing high in the golden light hunting.

"It's good to catch up. ”

"Long time no see. ”

Minna tilted her head and smiled at the two of them.

Standing beside her was a whole squadron of Avenella longbowmen.