The Absgunti are perhaps the best hunters and trackers in the world, and their presence can even determine the outcome of a battle. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but when it comes to melee combat and human duels, they are far inferior to the mercenaries of the West Coast and the ordinary steppe warriors in their short stature.

This also determines the embarrassing situation of the Absgunti, although their position is quite important, but they have never been able to establish their own clan independently, and can only serve as mercenary advisers to other major clans, because their own population is sparse and their combat effectiveness is inferior to that of other races, they can only obtain a chance to survive by becoming a subordinate of the big clan - and this is the basis for our Sage to judge the purpose of the other party.

But before he could bring these things to work, he had to try to ease the tension.

"Do you know who I am, let go of your hands, mercenary!" Originally a steppe girl, and a delicate aristocratic lady has always been held in the palm of her hand, Mu Na will not be like those delicate dukes and daughters on the West Coast are held hostage and immediately soften. Her struggle to break free from Henry's grip made the sage sigh at the brute force contained in that small body, but in the face of a height difference of more than sixty centimeters and an overwhelming advantage in strength, any of her actions were meaningless.

"Damned, stupid elephant, stupid sluggish buffalo, you have the strength to do this—I don't know—" After a few struggles, Muna stopped her movements and stood there puffing as Henry's hand reached for her waist.

"What are you doing!" the short-haired and short-eyebrowed lady of the prairie jumped up like a fried-haired cat, but our Mr. Sage has never been this kind of person who thinks with his lower body, so naturally his target will not be Muna's petite body: "Bang--" The ivory-handled scimitar was pulled out by Henry, and then his fingers flipped and pinched the blade to point the handle at Mira behind him, and the girl turned around knowingly and grabbed it with both hands behind her back, and then untied the thick hemp rope on her hands with a few cuts, and then did the same for Lena in Henry's shadow.

"She's handed it over to you, be careful, it's a lot of strength. The sage pushed Muna towards Mira, his large hand never leaving the slender neck of the steppe noblewoman, and if the warriors dared to make any move, their master would be killed.

"Hmm. Mira nodded earnestly, and then pressed her machete against Muna's neck, although the girl had never imagined herself doing such a thing, she was glad that she knew the right thing to do - the sage told her that the other party was very strong and did not want her to control Muna's neck with the crook of her arms like those fools would do, this behavior would seem to amateurs to increase her psychological control over the environment, but in fact it was quite easy to break free.

The white-haired girl herself had encountered such a situation in the past and solved it easily, so she calmly laid the scimitar across the delicate neck of the other party, and the sharp blade would cut through the flesh with a single movement—it was obviously very effective, and Muna became well-behaved, her eyes fixed on the blade, as if they had been two people in the same way as before.

"Well, I know, it's a bad guy, holding someone hostage, but then again, I'm just a mercenary. Henry walked out on his own, it was getting late and only the campfire was used as a light, and for fear of accidentally injuring Muna behind him, the four Absgunti hunters all put away their small bows, and only twelve steppe warriors approached with scimitars.

"Looking at this posture, it seems that it is not possible to speak well and not let you 'calm down'. The unarmed sage moved his muscles, and the twelve warriors on the other side did not let their guard down even - the sage was far taller than them, and he could be reduced by ten times in one force, not to mention that his series of performances had proven that he was not a reckless man with brute force.

"Ahh Henry raised a finger and waved, "You're thinking that although this man is bigger than us, he is only one man and unarmed, and we can all win if we have twelve people together, right?"

"Well, who wants to be the first to come up—" he said, but the next second he was gone.

The shadows of the surrounding trees and shrubs shook under the campfire, and all but one area illuminated by the flames was already in darkness, but even so, it was obviously contrary to common sense for a person with a height of nearly two meters to disappear like this, so for a moment the samurai were in a panic.

"Bihada!—" And by the time they had spent two seconds confirming that Henry had rushed out of the shadow on the right side of Mira, the steppe warriors who were facing them, the sage had already launched his first attack.

The scimitar of the steppe is far better than the straight sword of the West Coast in terms of slashing ability. The thicker back, shorter blade, and curved edge give it exceptional cutting performance, and combined with the lightness and flexibility of full one-handed use, it cannot be compared to a one-and-a-half sword or a normal two-handed sword in terms of power alone, but it is still a world-famous weapon thanks to its flexibility and the ability to use it with fast and continuous slashes.

Among the centurions and elite swordsmen of the Padrossi Empire who have mastered professional swordsmanship, there is a slogan: "A swordsman who cannot fight in hand-to-hand combat can only be counted as half a swordsman." And this sentence also aptly points out that the vast majority of mercenaries on the west coast and the south will encounter problems when encountering steppe warriors who are good at fast and close swordsmanship, unless they are nobles and middle-level mercenaries wearing effective armor such as plate armor or plate armor, ordinary green cards or even nameless mercenaries, who only wear leather armor and old iron chain mail, when they have to engage with the steppe warriors in hand-to-hand combat, the simple blocking and counterattack techniques will often be overwhelmed in the continuous slashing like a storm, so that they will be continuously hit by the sword-wielding hand or the neck and head and other vital points, and finally die。

The best way to deal with them is not only armor that can effectively resist sharp weapons, but also longer weapons that force them out of reach, such as spears and two-handed broadswords, and there is another way that most people dare not think of.

Close combat refers to the distance between the two sides of an ordinary long sword to block a counterattack, and close combat refers to the distance where the two sides must use the upper half of the sword or the skill of jamming the blade of the opponent's weapon to fight, and you can almost feel the other party's breathing. But there is also another way of fighting that has been invented, or improved, by the professional warriors of the great empires, since the birth of the weapon of full-body plate armor, which could not effectively cut all kinds of open wounds on the body

Close hand-to-hand combat.

"Whew-whew-" These steppe warriors were absolute elites, and the scimitars in their hands slashed long enough trajectories at extremely close range. The back of the blade was close to his shoulders, back, and waist to use all the places to accelerate, and it was almost a matter of course for a skilled knife hand to swing three or four slashes in a row in a second - and such a person naturally could not react to a sudden attack, but it was the sage's actions that were faster than him.

The overwhelming physique advantage allowed Henry to avoid the sharp blade blow and drop the opponent directly to the ground, without paying attention to any skill, and as for the extremely fast knife technique?

"I think I know someone who is faster than you. Most of our Sage Sages, who have tried to compete with Joshua, will answer this question like this-"Click-" His hands were like the soft and powerful body of a python, and when the prairie warrior swung his sword to the extreme, he accurately caught the back of the scimitar, and then slid all the way up the back of the knife to the opponent's wrist, grabbed it, twisted it, and stumbled under his feet, "Bang!"

The samurai fell directly to the ground, and the scimitar fell to the side, which was the first person. The second samurai saw his companion fall, and some lost his composure, and exerted the maximum attack range of his scimitar, and as soon as he ran over, he directly slashed down with one hand, and this kind of attack intent was extremely obvious and the wrong move could even be avoided or blocked, not to mention our sage Mr. Sage, he turned around and sank his waist with an arrow step, and while dodging and slashing face to face with his right hand, so it must have fallen on the left side of the slash, he narrowed the distance and directly hit the opponent's abdomen wearing only leather armor.

"Poof-" The samurai's face turned pale in an instant, and he didn't eat much food at noon, so he only vomited out of the empty acid water, and Henry didn't stop a step, and then rushed over and staggered with him before another person rushed up and swung his weapon, and before he could turn back to his body, an elbow hit him in the position of the side waist.

"Uhh

Mira watched the sage's battle from a short distance, and although it seemed like Henry was an invincible stroll in every battle he had fought in the past, the girl Roan, who had learned more, could already see the details, and understood that her teacher was only using various methods to change the situation and create conditions in her favor - and one of them was the number of enemies.

- The environment they were in was directly opposite each other, and if Henry had set out directly from where he was standing, the steppe warriors, who had a larger number of people and covered a wider area, could surround him from all directions, and under the attack of several scimitars at the same time, he was only dressed in thin adventurer clothes and defenseless, so Heng used his words to attract their attention, and with the help of the low visibility in the dim environment at the moment, he instantly attacked from the flank, so that the number of enemies he had to face at the same time was reduced from seven or eight to one or two。

Then quickly and decisively take down the enemy, and cut down the opponent's living force before the others arrived—Mira thought, and she could see that the steppe warriors had no reason to see it, but they had planned to assemble and besiege the sage, and it was impossible to catch up with Henry, who seemed to have night vision and long legs, in the dim environment of only a flickering campfire.

The sage opened his bow from side to side as swift as lightning and as free as the wind, always keeping himself facing the enemy, and no more than three people at the same time - his leisurely style of fighting was based on his accumulated experience, high concentration, and physical strength, but even when he was unarmed against an enemy who was far superior in numbers and equipment to his own, it was tantamount to playing with fire. Missing any of these things about the ground environment and the enemy's position will lead to the ultimate price, so in addition to knowledge, fighting like him requires absolute self-knowledge and self-confidence.

I don't know how long it will take to reach this level--Mira thought as she noticed that Muna in front of her was showing signs of imminent movement-apparently that the other party had noticed that she had been gone for a while and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to fight back or slip away- The girl furrowed her slender eyebrows, and moved the sharp scimitar in her hand slightly, the reflection of the carefully polished blade made the noble lady of the steppe people grit her teeth and tremble again, while the sage on the other side had already reduced the samurai in front of her to only six people.

-- He made it clear that he had taken it in, apparently in preparation for what the sage called a "conversation." So even if he had the opportunity to pick up the scimitar, Henry still kept his bare hands, after all, the strength of hand-to-hand combat is easier to control, and things can easily become out of control in weapon fighting. There are many people who can do it with a so-called master who swings his sword like lightning and then stops in front of his opponent, but this kind of showmanship tends to make you die a very unbeautiful death when facing enemies who are far outnumbered by yourself - the seventh man fell, and Henry's attack was extremely cautious and small punches that did not give people a chance to react at all, but each hit was precise and powerful, and the sprained arm or boxing internal organs were enough to temporarily weaken the samurai- The eighth fell, and the only men left were four and the smaller Absgunti hunters.

"Uhh

The remaining number of "......" is no longer enough to form an encirclement, and the steppe warriors who obviously occupy the advantage of equipment and personnel are caught off guard and hurriedly respond, and the sweat on the foreheads of the remaining four people at this moment is not much less than that of their downed companions because of the behavior of running and dodging one after another to try to surround and attack Henry, but at the same time, they are also inexplicably showing respect for this madman who challenges himself with his bare hands and still looks calm at this time, and there is also an inexplicable respect that only appears among men who also advocate strength。

Like the use of wrestling to increase intimacy in many tribes, it is a recognition of each other's courage and strength between warriors - "Okay, you win, let's talk-" It seems that the leader of the twelve samurai, a steppe warrior with a thick goatee and all his hair shaved clean on both sides except for a pinch on the top of his head, after getting the consent of the four old Absgunti hunters behind him, made the rest of his men lower their scimitars.

Henry got the result he wanted, and after letting the other party "calm down", he can now have a normal conversation. (To be continued.) )