The shouting reminder from the front spread through the forest and hit the ears of everyone in the team.
The team of more than 20 people, composed of soldiers, city guards and two knights' retinue, was loose and long in the woods, thirty steps away from the beginning and the end. The slanting vegetation formed layers of information filters, and only the nearest retinue could see it.
Cleared through.
The city guards at the rear didn't even hear the scratching metal sound. The word "enemy attack" went back and forth in Pingping's mind for a few times before he realized that something impossible had happened. However, there was no one in the dense forest.
Can't find where the other party came from.
The warning did not play its due role. Instead, it caused greater chaos in an environment where command was disconnected. Most of the people who had never experienced actual combat since receiving training hurriedly drew their weapons and then became at a loss.
They never expected to encounter any resistance in Westminster. There should be no armed forces here that dare to face the ruling power.
In every direction, there is a deep green forest. The twisted shadows of trees with fungi seem to be moving in the background. The weeds and vines growing under their feet hinder the pace of those who are eager to get closer to their companions. Some people fell to the ground.
, the people around who were already frightened fled away in panic, and the shapeless formation became more and more scattered.
Diego couldn't see all this, and he instinctively looked around to find the source of the missing arrow.
When the second attack came, the arrow missed him and moved closer to him. The gun that was trying to provide cover passed by his side and hit the ridge of his shoulder armor. The broken wooden pole hit his helmet, making his ears buzz.
After a brief fright, he felt an unbearable rage at the audacity of the attackers, threatening the life of a knight with a sneak attack. The most outrageous thing was that they almost succeeded.
This exposed the attacker's position and reminded Diego of the most important thing to do now. Raise his arms to cover his face with his arm armor, and lower his face armor to cover his only weak point.
Then, he found the direction from the sight of the horizontal bar screen and rushed towards the place where the arrow missed. The figure squatting in the grass in the distance has not left yet, moving as if preparing for the next shot.
Many people may feel a little afraid at this time, but Diego is definitely not included. The armor and stomach on his body is a symbol of status, and it is also the confidence for him to dare to go rampant in any battle.
In terms of the force of the previous two hits, whether it was a bow or an arrow or a crossbow with a low probability, the shot at close range would leave at most a dent on the armor.
The heavily armed iron man ran, breaking twigs and crushing the weeds, and pieces of bacteria were crushed under his feet. From the slippery feeling, one could imagine those disgusting things turning into a stomach-churning, colorful lake.
The flexible joints allow him to make short-distance sprints that are not inferior to those with light weapons, and at the same time, he does not have to worry about frontal attacks. The good accuracy of the two arrows just now is based on closing the distance, and Diego can already see clearly in the hands of the shooter.
The weapon was an old-fashioned hand crossbow obtained from somewhere. Facing the charging knight, the man was finishing the cocking.
Diego didn't quite understand his motivation and purpose for doing this, risking his life to complete another meaningless shooting?
The archer took aim with the arrow. This time Diego did not make any defensive moves and raised his sword to cross the last block of the road. However, the arrow was not shot at him, but aimed at another target and shot behind him.
There was an unfamiliar scream, not from the two guards. Diego had already arrived in front of the shooter. In the shadow of the blind spot in the helmet's field of vision, two figures rushed towards him from the side. It seemed that this was the opponent who dared to shoot continuously on the spot.
The reliance of three rounds.
The first person yelled and stepped forward, bumping into the side of the knight who had no time to change direction, trying to make him lose his balance and fall down.
But he greatly underestimated the weight difference between the two sides. The armor seemed to be filled with sand. He only staggered back a few steps to stop the momentum. Instead, he was thrown backwards and fell to the ground. He was still dizzy when the back of his head hit the bare root.
After he recovered, the stabbing pain in his abdomen made him cry out in fear and pain.
Without giving the guy a chance to struggle, Diego rotated the sword half a circle and pulled it out. At the same time, he felt someone behind him strangle his neck, put some thin iron object into the gap between the helmet and breastplate, and inserted it fiercely.
This decisive approach without hesitation does not look like an amateur bandit, but a desperado with both courage and fighting experience.
The blade scratched across the small chained iron ring, but the force was far from enough to break through this unexpected layer of protection and the cotton armor lining underneath, and he didn't have a second chance. The left elbow of the saddle-shaped armor hit the side of the person behind him.
In the abdomen, a long fragile bone with one end floating on the abdominal wall was hit and broken, and the broken end was pushed deeper into the abdomen.
As soon as the restraints around his neck were loosened, the knight broke free from the restraints, stabbed out his armpit with his backhand, and pierced the stripped body with excessive force.
This made Diego take a moment to pull out the sword blade. The arrow strike that hit the disc armpit showed the shooter's incomprehensible fighting will. Instead of taking the opportunity to distance himself, he hit the imaginary weak point at close range and shot directly.
After discovering that the crossbow in his hand had no effect, he actually pulled out a short sword, screamed out prayer sentences that were deformed like a martyr in flames, and swung it at the enemy who easily killed his two companions.
The voice that seemed to come from the tree hole of the dammed strain was reciting content that was somewhat familiar to Diego, but it had a different meaning in the mouth of this crazy man.
The distortion is like a familiar shell being forcibly put on something else, but the imitation is so similar to the original.
In the field of vision of the visor divided by striped holes, the face twisted with fear and driven forward for unknown reasons, coupled with the out-of-tune words, actually made the soul protected by the thick plate armor feel horrified for a moment.
He blocked the incoming dagger with his horizontal sword. In the fierce metal collision, a little thought escaped and recalled the source of the other party's neurotic shouting. It was an original line from the holy book, which was used to encourage those who died in heroic battles.
, will be able to ascend to the kingdom after death.
This especially aroused a kind of fear that he didn't want to admit. The action that was supposed to be to seize the blade and disarm him changed, he hit the gauntlet on the roaring mouth, and then he held the blade and thrust the sword into the opponent's left chest.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It was not until this fanatical or crazy person fell that Diego regained a little peace. The meaningless shouts and the sound of iron weapons coming from behind made him have no time to
Thinking about an inexplicable impulse, he chose to kill the opponent instead of keeping prisoners.
With the knights' support, the attackers, who were already small in number and gained a brief advantage through surprise attacks, quickly fell into a disadvantage, and no other long-range weapon appeared.
They are poorly equipped, dressed the same as civilians, and lack armor. They are roughly between hooligans and low-level caravan guards. Their extraordinary fighting will may make most underground gangs fearful, but it cannot make up for their skills and materials.
difference.
Not everyone has the will to die together. After Diego once again knocked down a guy who loudly recited quotes from the Transfiguration Bible, the remaining few people quickly entered the daily routine of non-professional armed forces and some professional armed forces, collapsed and escaped.
, incidentally serves the purpose of pointing the direction to the pursuer.
"Where's that guy?" Diego realized that everyone had joined in the melee, including the guard who was supposed to be dragging the prisoner leading the way. He was kicking down an opponent who was still trying to get up, and struck a blow with his sword.
"Dead, shot to death." The guard shook off the blood on the sword blade and smeared the remaining bit on the deceased's clothes.
"These guys who deserve to go to hell actually know how to silence them!" Without enough time to sort out the scattered team, Diego, with his followers and the soldiers who could still be gathered, chased after the fleeing enemies.
He was convinced that there was some secret hidden behind this that could help him get out of his current situation, even if it had nothing to do with the missing eucalyptus. But the prerequisite was to catch up with the remaining enemies, rather than losing the leader and ready-made guidance in this forest.
There was little hesitation. The victory just gave them full confidence. The goal was right in front of them. The soldiers also believed that the generous commander would give them a share of the pie afterwards. The victory reward was waiting for them to collect.
Including Diego, the team with high morale followed the fleeing figure in front. Those people seemed completely unaware of the meaning of their actions, and only ran desperately in a certain exact direction, accustomed to the environment.
So that they would not be slowed down by the slippery ringworm-like bacteria on the ground, they always maintained a distance.
Diego gasped for breath, and the armor that protected his life was also weighed down at this time. The hot and humid weather made the lining of the padded armor soaked with sweat. The chainmail armor seemed to have broken an iron ring during the fight, and the break broke the skin on the side of his neck. The inside of the helmet could
You can smell the salty smell of sweat, and the salt irritates the broken skin.
There was also an indescribable strange smell that tickled his nose, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably, unable to resume his breathing rhythm, and his throat felt sweet.
He had to admit that there was indeed a smell, similar to... dust, just like the feeling when he put this helmet that had not been used for a long time on his head, and there were tiny particles adsorbed everywhere.
Suffocating and lacking oxygen, his mind was dizzy, and the sweat that could not be wiped crossed his eyelashes. There was a slightly painful and tortuous scene in the limited field of vision. Those extravagant colors that mostly grew on the ground also swayed around his eyes with the flow of liquid, reminding him of
In the past, when he endured the discomfort and faced off against his sparring partners during difficult times in training, opportunities would be seized upon him as long as he squinted his eyes, and he was often the one who was caught.
But now no one was bothering Diego Knight. He avoided a tree trunk, blinked, squeezed out the sweat from his eyes, and his eyes became a little clearer.
However, those spreading colors have not diminished. They are indeed spread out in large areas in the field of vision. They are all kinds of. Many of them are clusters of bright bacteria that are rarely seen in daily life. They exist up and down in all directions. They are more beautiful than what they have seen before.
It is dense, but there are no traces of artificial cultivation.
This idea made him feel absurd. How could people cultivate mushrooms like wheat? What's more, the prosperity of these fungi had exceeded their imagination. Diego even felt that if they were allowed to go further, they would fill the entire forest and occupy every space.
An inch of space was squeezed into his armor.
The bizarre and disgusting imagination only stayed in his mind for a while, but it left a peculiar taste on his tongue, as if he had really inhaled the bacteria that filled the world.
"Damn rats, centipedes in the sewer!" Diego roared and ran, shifting his emotions to the amateur armed criminal gang that had brought him to this terrible place. This adjustment method allowed him to concentrate.
The dense forest of bacteria in front of them finally came to an end, and they finally blocked the group of people on a dark harbor with floating oil-stained waters.
The chased person fled to a rough pier built with blackened logs and an isolated cluster of Yayoi bacteria. There was only a small wooden boat filled with water, and the rescuer hidden under the hooded robe. He used dirty white dye to draw a picture on the front.