In the circle of combat professionals in the world of Rigal, there are actually two schools of thought due to the different battlefield environments they tend to. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The genre, which is dominated by professional noble knights, sergeants, and professional-level war mercenary groups, specializes in large-scale team battles, and wars that start with at least a few hundred people are commonplace for them. The kind of things they are involved in are collectively referred to as the "main battle battlefield" for the sake of easy understanding. The vast majority of the remainder, with the exception of hunting mercenaries who specialize in biohygiene, do not have the size of their small numbers or individual mercenaries, such as our Sages and Mila, tend to prefer a "street battleground" environment.

The battlefield environments are very different, which makes them very different in terms of equipment and fighting styles.

Anyone who is not a companion on the chaotic main battle battlefield is your enemy, and individual skills will be compressed to the extreme. No matter how good and outstanding you are, the battle will always be won by the side with the advantage of the group as a whole.

The reason why most of the lower-level mercenaries and ordinary soldiers do not know swordsmanship is that it is really useless in the field environment.

A good set of armor is more useful than any swordsmanship on a crowded field battlefield, because the attacks come from all directions, and unless it's a legendary alien with three heads and six arms, you have little way to stop them with a long sword. All you need is a physique that can handle the armor, and a more bulky weapon that can exert its power even after being limited by the armor - such as an axe, spear, or warhammer.

In the eyes of the mercenaries and knights who really live by war, and who perform tasks must be on the main battlefield, the sword is just a secondary weapon, a side-worn weapon.

In contrast, in the street fighting environment, the overall peace but not without threat of individual mercenary escort missions, more rely on the mercenaries' own ability to judge the situation and assess the threat.

A good warrior can play a much higher role in a street fighting environment than in a field combat environment.

The equipment they carry is also as light and portable as possible, after all, in most cases, the task of individual mercenaries is to "guard" rather than "annihilate", so compared to large battle array weapons that are powerful but easily damaged, a sturdy, lightweight and flexible sidearm is a better choice in this environment.

But the distinction between the two is not as strict as most people think. It is not uncommon for a low-intensity street fighting battlefield to suddenly switch to a main battle environment. Capable mercenaries will try to control the situation and not develop into that way, but unfortunately, our Sage Sage is carrying a bottle of oil at the moment, which is more than enough to do.

The villagers picked up long poles, wooden sticks and bamboo sticks that were placed on the ground for clothes poles and building materials, and although they were not long guns, they were still powerful enough to pose a great threat.

The vast majority of the local villagers were descendants of the Highlanders, and due to the lushness of the southern part of the empire and the demands of farming, they carried a small, crooked, thick-backed waist knife around their waists. At this moment, after being caught in a conflict situation, many people drew their waist knives on the spot, and many of the rest showed their instincts honed in the process of fighting against the mainstream Lamani society, and sharpened the bamboo into spears and spears with their waist knives.

The family that Margaret wanted to help in the first place has now fled without a trace.

"......" Mira looked nervous, and she stepped back behind him to protect Margaret and them as she had done with the sage.

It's a typical double-layered buffer guard array, and if anyone breaks through Henry's defenses, she'll still have time to buy - but then again, if someone can break through the sage's defenses, how can they be able to stop the Loan Maiden?

Her mind raced and she glanced back at Margaret.

Seeing that the villagers were quickly armed, the noble lady's already weak legs were even more upright at this time. She shuddered, and though she knew it wasn't a good time to act in a sitcom, she became as powerless as the saver characters she actually hated.

The main battle battlefield, the team battle battlefield, and the field battlefield, no matter which name is used, what is the difference between it and street fighting, in fact, can be simply attributed to the word "number of people".

It has been a truth since ancient times, when thirty or forty villagers are holding a simple spear made of bamboo poles and wooden poles nearly two meters long in their hands and pointing at you, the long sword that is just more than one meter long can play flowers, you will not be able to prevent it, and you will eventually be pierced by one of them to pierce the part that lacks protection.

The sword is always a secondary weapon on the main battlefield, and even if you don't mention the knights and nobles, this is the reason why the armor rate of war mercenaries is far higher than that of the two of them.

Street battles, skirmishes, you can dodge enemies by moving around and controlling your body and pace, and defend yourself and counterattack with your weapons. Therefore, due to the cost of money and physical exertion, most people will choose to wear only a cuirass and arm guards.

And in the field and main battle battlefields, wrap yourself tightly, helmets, throat guards, shoulder pads, thighs, calf armor and even shoe armor, you can successfully protect yourself in an environment where a lot of weapons are fluttering.

At this moment, Mira wished that she was wearing more than just a cuirass with a skirt, and that she was not just holding a large one-and-a-half sword.

"Breathe well!" she was a little nervous, and Henry noticed the girl's breathing disorder and hurriedly reminded her.

The difference between fighting with armor and fighting without armor is huge, even if you only wear a breastplate weighing several kilograms, the heavy steel plate pressing on your chest can already have a great effect on breathing. Once she loses her breath and fails to grasp the rhythm correctly, she will fall to the ground in exhaustion if she can't last a minute in the fight.

"Ha-hu-ha-hu-" Mira struggled to adjust, and although she was now nearly 1.8 meters tall, her weight was far from keeping up due to her young age. This armor was quite a burden on her, and with the nervousness of facing multiple threats, the girl was far less effective than Henry at the moment.

"You follow them and stand back. Henry said as he took a step forward.

“...... Well. She didn't take it too far, and Mira knew it wasn't a good time to save face.

"Filippo, carry her on your back. There was no taboo about nobility, the girl said in an almost commanding tone. The young man was stunned, and he blushed a little: "But, she—" "Is it time to be shy!" "It's not because you're in this situation" Mira didn't say it, but her anger could be felt even by the stunned young Filippo.

"Offended, miss. The young man turned and carried the noble lady on his back, and when he saw that the group was about to turn and leave, the threat of Henry, who was tall and armed with a great sword, was overwhelmed by the anger in his heart, and the villagers in the front row rushed up with a roar.

"When!," Padrosi-style cuirass with a raised ridge in the middle, a simple and beautiful design that made each of the simple spears that hit Henry's torso slide down the arc to the side, and the sage who was almost like a giant in the eyes of the East Coast rushed with a great sword, and Rao, a descendant of the Highlanders, was known for his bravery and good fighting, and the villagers still subconsciously retreated.

"Bang-

But the sage then pulled away.

"Kill, outsiders kill!" Clearly, no one was injured, but some of the villagers began to shout so loudly.

"......" Even if he was as calm as a sage, he still couldn't help frowning slightly in this situation.

As the Laman saying goes, "the same rice raises a hundred kinds of people", in this situation, he still dislikes that things are not big enough and want to continue to make the problem bigger, in fact, in the final analysis, his eyes are firmly fixed on the high-priced gold coins painted with the royal daisies of the Padrosi royal family on the ground.

He had noticed at least seven or eight of the villagers, and although most of them looked furious when they learned that Margaret was a nobleman, they probably didn't think that they were going to be used by some of the guys who were going to pick up the money after they rushed out.

Henry wasn't trying to reason with them.

Humans were the same creatures everywhere, and he had seen too many, many of them in his long, somewhat excessive, almost equally long journeys.

It is instigated by the words of people with ulterior motives, and the reason is either nationality, class or religion. It's like "The Tale of the Leader" in Laman's satirical literature - the crowd believes in the man who made the voice, but they don't know that it is just a despicable sheep thief in disguise, who, after leading all the sheep to the valley and falling to their death, makes a lot of money from their flesh and wool.

And the wise sheep who tried to persuade them not to trust the voice of the "leader" ended up being trampled to death by the torrent of the sheep's intentions, and became the first victim.

"When they just want to hear that, they can't hear anything else, and when they just want to believe that fact, they can't see everything. Henry lowered the tip of his sword, and without saying a word, drew a semicircle on the ground with the tip of his greatsword.

The anger and misery of these villagers need an outlet, and unfortunately some of our naïve aristocratic clients, albeit with good intentions, have been bumped into in ignorance.

But what Margaret needed was a lesson, a lesson she had already learned, not death.

"I know what you're thinking. Henry, speak slowly.

"You're thinking, this mercenary won't kill people, we have thousands of people in this village, and he won't want to off everyone. ”

"Well, you're probably right. ”

"If you have a few thousand people, you will stand there and cut them one by one, and I will cut a hundred a day for a month. ”

"However, this is a handful of Kramer. ”

"It can split your whole body in half from shoulder to waist, and you have already seen its power. ”

"Cross that line, and you'll be within range of its attack. ”

"I probably won't be able to cut down everyone who rushes through here, but it's okay to cut down a few. ”

"Then the question arises, who wants to be the first?"

"Who wants, try it. ”

"I'm not lucky. He spread his legs apart, swung his mighty tail downward across the tip of his great sword, and then looked down at the villagers in front of him with his calm gray-blue eyes.

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"There!

"Ha-ha-" It was quite tiring to run at full speed in armor, especially if the cuirass was still pressing on the breath - Mira turned around, and the sage stopped most of the villagers, but several others ran out around the outside and followed them.

They had clubs and short knives weighing only thirty or forty centimeters, and they were in armor and long swords, and if they had turned around, Mira had the confidence to knock them down.

But she couldn't.

Because she was holding a sharp steel sword with great lethality, and she didn't have the confidence to take them down without killing anyone.

There is no choice but to run away.

At present, there are only about forty peasants who happen to be in the vicinity and are infected by the atmosphere, and although these people are hysterical because of despair and hatred, the current situation can still be counted as a "misunderstanding". And once they hurt people, and some villagers bleed, were injured or even died, they came to this village at an inopportune time, and they would attract the disgust and revenge of the entire village.

The village of mixed inhabitants, living in such a terrible environment, and the fact that they were ostracized by the mainstream of Lamani society could not be guessed by Mira.

And she doesn't need to think about how many of the Laman nobles are stumbling in them, after all, the nobles in the world are almost the same, and the lives of ordinary civilians are their property, not to mention this kind of minority who has been fighting with them for many years and should belong to the "barbarian" and "alien" in the eyes of the mainstream society.

I think these people must have chosen to naturalize because they were persuaded by some people at first, but as a result, life was far less than they thought. Because of the various intrigues in the political circles of the Patrosi Empire, perhaps one nobleman wanted to improve relations with the highlands, while the other was in a difficult situation in order to stumble on him—the peasants did not understand this, they simply thought that the first nobleman had deceived them, and became hostile to all the nobles.

"Ha-ha-" She hadn't had a haircut for more than half a month, her short hair had grown a lot, and the sea on her forehead was a little clinging to her forehead because of sweat, Mira thought like this, even though she hadn't read anything about the village, as a native of Luo'an, she was able to put herself in the shoes of these people and understand what kind of thoughts these people would have.

"They see us as second-class citizens, they are discriminating against us, they are making things difficult for us, they are laughing at us, and we have to unite. ”

She had seen some Luo'an people preach similar slogans when she was young, but compared to the Luo'an teenagers who believed him enthusiastically and went to participate in the looting of dead bodies, the girl had always done her own thing, even if she did suffer discrimination.

This is also a big reason why she was able to survive until she met Henry.

As she learns more and more things, she becomes more and more adept at discovering what lies behind the surface, and she used to instinctively know to seek advantage and avoid harm, but now she is able to peel back the layers of things, and after breaking away from simple black and white habitual thinking, her thinking has opened up a lot and she is less impulsive - but all in all, she has to show the villagers that they will not buy it.

- You are a mercenary, a mercenary of those noble guards. All you can say is nonsense, all hypocrisy.

In the hearts of the simple-minded toiling masses who have been detained—whether this is true or not—the girls in the hats of the aristocracy will not buy it, no matter how reasonable and sober and objective they say.

"Stop! you all stop me!" shouted the villagers in the rear, Filippo's years of exercise were still useful, coupled with psychological excitement, carrying Margaret, who was wearing armor weighing dozens of kilograms, he walked like a fly.

There is only one place to escape, and at the moment there is still a turning point in the whole thing, and it is not a big deal if it is only necessary to make it clear that this is just a misunderstanding.

As she ran, Mira thought in her mind about what she should say, such as Margaret being a young lady of a big merchant in the Chamber of Commerce, so as to turn the situation around, and cooperate with Uncle Mario and the other businessmen who are relatively familiar to the villagers, and try to force the whole situation under control.

"What's wrong!" Apparently hearing the sound, the middle-aged mercenary Mo Luo leaned out of his body to grab the door frame of the courtyard gate with one hand and asked.

"Let's go in and talk about it, hurry up and close the door. Mira was a little out of breath with a sprint, and after saying this, she ran out into the yard with her head propped up on her knees and began to gasp. Moreau glanced at Henry and found no trace of him, and he hesitated and asked, "Your ...... Uh, what about the companion? It's the tall northerner. ”

"He's fine, close the door or we're going to have something!" said Mira, and the middle-aged mercenary, seeing the girl's urgency, quickly stepped forward and closed the wooden door and fastened the latch.

"Inside! in the village compound!"

"Come out!" As soon as the door was closed, such a shouting and scolding sound sounded outside.

"What are you doing again!" Tazito, the strong grandson of the village chief, rushed out again, and when he saw the tired appearance of Mira and the others, he was stunned for a moment when he heard the shouting and scolding outside, and then turned around and went back to call the village chief himself.

"What's wrong?" Mario and the rest of the mercenaries also ran over, and Mira took the time to lower her voice and began to explain to them what had happened.

"Snap!" a hand suddenly grasped the side of the wall, and then everyone's eyes widened as Henry easily climbed over what seemed to them a very high wall.

"......" the sage clapped his hands, he was a little disgraced, but he didn't look hurt or even tired.

"Don't worry, I didn't hurt anyone. The oversized longsword at his waist had been sheathed, and he said to Mario, who was obviously already aware of the situation and was looking at him worriedly, causing Uncle Merchant to let out a long sigh.

"What's going on!" the trembling old village chief finally ran out, and more villagers seemed to gradually gather outside, and they made noisy discussions, and some guys who fished in troubled waters and speculated began to spread rumors, "Kill ten people", "It's the nobles!", "It's the nobles who are in charge of this place" and other words and words alternated, and if left alone, it was obvious that something big would happen.

"Prepare the horses, move the things, and prepare for the emergency evacuation. Henry said to Mario and the other merchants, saying that while the situation seemed manageable, they had to make another plan as well.

"Evacuate, uh, where? There's only one door here. Mario said stunned, and Henry didn't explain too much about the emergency, he just said, "Just go and prepare." ”

"Oh-oh-yes. The old village chief nodded when he heard Mila and his group explain.

"Then, let's explain the situation and clear up this misunderstanding. ”

As he spoke, many of the young men of the village chief's house came out with sticks and pitchforks and the like, guarding him.