() "Don't be afraid, just use the human sea tactic to kill him!"
A captain of ten men shouted to boost morale, and some ruthless thornheads consciously touched their waists to confirm the position of the dagger so that they could be pulled out at any time.
Fair fight? They don't have this idea. If Downton is stabbed, Campana will naturally deal with the aftermath, and they can also get a bounty.
In the open space in front of the barracks, nearly a hundred men surrounded Downton. Outside, more and more soldiers who heard the commotion rushed over to watch the excitement.
"The bet is on, Downton vs. Hundreds, the odds are nine to one!"
Some veterans immediately started the gambling game, shouting at the top of their lungs for people to place bets.
The crowd was bustling, and handfuls of copper plates, occasionally with a few silver coins sandwiched between them, were thrown in front of the veterans. They were all poor, jingling-headed soldiers, and they did not have large amounts of currency such as gold coins in their pockets.
"Are you ready?" Downton bumped his fists together and suddenly made a sprinting motion.
The soldiers facing Downton immediately retreated. They had no choice but to face the siege of nearly a hundred people without changing their expressions. This reminded them of Weller's words. He had defeated five people in a row in the Dark Fighting Competition and fought.
Exploded Tyson's brother.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
When Hutao saw a gambling match, he thought that Abagong had made a lot of money from it last time, so he ran over.
Although the soldiers were crowded in front of them, it was not a problem for the little loli with huge strength. She grabbed the soldiers' clothes and threw them aside.
Before the fight started at Downton, Hu Tao first attracted the attention of everyone around him.
"I, Di Polo, does this little loli have the blood of a giant dragon?"
Looking at Hu Tao, it was like plucking a carrot. He easily threw away the grown men in front of him who weighed at least a hundred pounds, and walked directly in front of the veterans. The soldiers almost had their eyeballs popped.
"One hundred thousand gold coins, buy Downton to win!"
Hu Tao took out a stack of gold tickets from his pocket and threw it to the veteran. His childish voice spread throughout the audience, causing silence all around.
"What's wrong?" Hutao was puzzled.
The money was given by Abagong to the little Lolita, and Downton never took it back.
"This...the amount is too big!" The veteran's expression was bitter. There were many people betting, but each person's bet was not big. Even if there was an accident, he could still afford it, but if the little Loli did this, what if?
If Downton wins, he won't be able to pay back even if he sells himself for the rest of his life.
"Since you don't accept bets, what kind of bets are you making?" Hu Tao said with contempt on his face, "Humph, you are not as courageous as my goblin slaves."
Being despised by a little lolita, who was worse than a jingjing, made the veteran so ashamed that the people around him burst into laughter.
"What are you afraid of? Downton can't win without martial arts. If she gives you money, why don't you want it?"
"How could you dream of beating a hundred people at once? This is simply a waste of money!"
"Isn't Downton a commoner? Why is he so rich? How can he let a little loli carry so many golden tickets? What if he loses it?"
Listening to the discussion of the soldiers, the veteran took a bite and stretched out his hand to receive the golden ticket, "I will risk my life."
"One to nine, if big brother wins, it will be nearly one hundred thousand gold coins, right?" Hutao calculated on her fingers. She never thought that Downton would lose. In her opinion, this was a sure-win bet.
Seeing Hu Tao's innocent expression, the veteran looked at Downton, suddenly regretting accepting these golden tickets.
After the interlude, the soldiers began to whistle and make noise, asking Weller and his gang to take action quickly.
"Go!" The ten captains were all cunning. They looked at a few capable thorns and asked them to take action, but they themselves did not move.
"Let's all come together and kill him!"
Some of the people here are used to bad fights and have extremely rich experience. The three thorns roared towards Downton to attract attention. The real killer move was the two thorns approaching from behind as quietly as possible.
head.
"Go to hell!" A thorn rushed towards Downton, took a brick, and hit him hard on the back of the head.
"Hmph!" Downton had already noticed. Using his left leg as an axis, he rotated his left forefoot, turned a hundred degrees, and whipped out his right leg like a steel whip.
boom!
After Downton kicked the bricks to pieces, his right leg continued unabated and struck hard on the shoulder of the sneak attack.
Click!
Accompanied by the sound of fractures, Thorny Tou fell out, knocking over another sneak attack guy beside him.
"Go ahead, kill him, three gold coins each!"
Weiler saw something was wrong and quickly offered a reward.
Inspired by money, these militiamen, who were not good-natured in the first place, roared and rushed towards Downton, but he was faster.
Downton's legs were slightly bent, and he leaned forward, shooting towards Weller like a cannonball.
Weller was cunning and retreated, and a dozen militiamen passed him and faced Downton directly.
"Get away!"
Downton pulled back his right arm, and his whole body was like a fully drawn long bow. After accumulating strength, he fired out a heavy punch.
boom!
The militiaman who was punched in the chin immediately blinked, fainted, and fell to the ground.
Downton's fists were like a storm approaching, fast, hard and accurate. They were all aimed at the chins of the militiamen. As long as they were touched, they would lose consciousness immediately.
hiss!
There was a gasping sound in front of the barracks, so loud that it almost sucked out the air around them.
The onlookers were dumbfounded. Within five seconds of the fight, Downton rushed out fifteen steps. Behind him, twenty-six militiamen were lying in a mess. Without exception, they were all KO'd with one punch!
"Stop him quickly!" Seeing Downton approaching quickly, Weller was frightened and even his tone changed. Then the next second he found that he could not retreat. When he looked back, he had already hit the fence.
Weller turned around and ran away, but a hand grabbed his shoulder, like an iron pincer, almost crushing his bones.
"Downton!" Weller's expression became ferocious. Thinking of Campana's promise to give him a centenary if he killed Downton, he suddenly spat at Downton and at the same time pulled out the dagger hidden behind his waist.
, stabbed him in the chest.
Several thornheads also pulled out their daggers in cooperation and pounced on Downton from behind.
The whole place was in an uproar. No one expected that Weller would kill him, and it seemed that they had already planned it.
"Downton is dead!"
Just when the onlookers thought Downton was going to be in trouble, the situation reversed instantly.
Downton turned his head to avoid the spit, and slashed Weller's wrist with his left hand. His left hand hurt and he could no longer hold the dagger.
The dagger just fell from his hand, Downton grabbed it and stabbed Weller in the heart.
Weller was shocked, and two soul shields came out to protect his vital points, but in the next moment Downton suddenly changed his tactics, and the dagger drew a silver arc and pierced his neck.
Nourishing, bright red blood spurts out!
"You...!" Before Weller could finish speaking, Downton held the dagger in his right hand and slashed his throat, then threw him over his shoulder and threw him behind him.
boom!
The dust was flying, and all the thornheads who wanted to attack Downton from behind were blocked. When they saw the situation clearly, they found that Downton was leaving a thornhead and pounced on the next prey, and that
The unlucky companion fell to the ground with blood spurting from his neck.
Most of the thornheads were so frightened that they backed away and did not dare to fight any more. Those with weapons did not know what to do. Downton was so powerful that he suppressed them all.
"Big brother is so awesome, Wan Sheng!"
Hutao shouted, while finding a flag from his small backpack, he ran towards the barracks, followed by a leap, and jumped onto the roof.
Whoosh!
The flag unfolds in the wind with the waving of walnuts. It has a red cross on a blue background and an abstract fox pattern, which represents Downton's status as a paladin and the nickname of the Fox of the West.
This idea came from Abagon. After seeing Jackson's flattering skills, he also started working hard and even bought a book "The Art of Flattery" to study.
The onlookers looked at the little Lolita waving the flag, and then at Downton who was killing him. They suddenly felt that this guy was so powerful. He seemed to be just trying to clear the obstacles in the team and use the other party to kill him.
Thoughts, this battle started by taking advantage of the situation.
Because he was still standing in front of Downton, all of them were holding daggers with thorns in their hands. The other people had already moved away. After all, the person was dead, so how could they dare to fight again.
"You actually tried to assassinate the commander during the competition. All of you Tyson spies deserve to die!" Downton directly slapped a hat on these, with full firepower.
"No, we are not!"
When a stabbing man saw that he was really murderous, he was frightened and quickly threw away his dagger and begged for mercy, but it was too late.
Giant Iron Fist!
boom!
Thorny's head was blown open by Downton's heavy punch, and his skull whirled and hit the wall, sprinkling a bright red blood.
"So cruel!"
Some knowledgeable veterans have given up the idea of looking down on Downton. This guy has a strong backing. As long as he stabs his head without any evidence, even the leader of a thousand men can't do anything to him.
When the thornheads took out the dagger, it was the best evidence that their death was doomed.
Facing the ferocious Downton, the remaining five were so frightened that they dared not fight again, so they turned around and ran away.
Downton pulled out his saber, and the dragon bomb swooped down on them, causing them to be bloody and bloody, and burning pieces of flesh fell off.
The entire camp became completely quiet. The militiamen of the Sixth Brigade huddled together. Seeing that the guys who had dinner together last night turned into dead bodies, their teeth began to chatter with fear.
"How can it be?"
After sending the money to the centurion, little Grandet finally got the position of captain of ten. He was returning to the camp with satisfaction, preparing to gather his subordinates and have a taste of being a commander. When he saw the crowd gathering here, he
I rushed over and saw the scene of Downton killing the fleeing militiamen.
"Centurion? Why should he, a commoner, be a centurion?"
Hearing the discussions around him, little Grandet yelled subconsciously. He was not willing to be compared, but soon found that other people had looked over, and they all looked at him as if they were an idiot.
"What are you doing? Who asked you to kill people here?"
A centurion leader thought this was an opportunity to suppress Downton and jumped out immediately. He was a direct descendant of Rockell and knew how to please his boss. (To be continued.)