Only the head cannot be given away

I don't know since when the deep forest stopped chirping birds. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches, illuminating a trace of rising water vapor.

On the grass, a beetle tried to escape from the direct sunlight, but was suddenly crushed by a greaves-clad foot.

A wave of arrows struck the entire camp without warning from the depths of the jungle like a poisonous snake spitting a message, covering the bandits who were excitedly packing their soft luggage.

The robbers who were working in full swing didn't even have a piece of leather armor on their bodies, and several of them were bare-chested because of the trouble. If they were touched by an arrow, they would be seriously injured, and if they hit a vital part, they would die suddenly.

Looking at the gangster group that had been reduced by half, someone finally reacted.

"Enemy attack!" The shrill whistle suddenly drowned out the continuous screams. Ax panicked and climbed behind the truck to take cover.

Someone actually came to your door? What kind of mercenaries did those businessmen find?

Axe, whose face turned pale, soon realized that he was wrong, because he immediately saw the city guards wearing standard armor surrounding the entire camp in an instant.

City Guards! They are an army, a regular army, not the mercenaries they encountered before. Why would an army find this place?!

On the other side, because he didn't know how many opponents there were, Lan brought out all 100 of his subordinates this time.

The spearmen and shield soldiers who had been training for several months were paired with the swordsmen to form an encirclement. The helmets slightly covered the nervous faces of the novices and their foreheads that started to sweat, showing a cold and ruthless image, which made them

Facing the robbers, they slowly shrank and surrounded them.

"Whoosh!" There was another burst of sound, and the soldiers who had already filled up their strings finally saw the opportunity. The arrows directly nailed a few bandits on the outermost edge to the ground. Then all the archers and crossbowmen turned around and hid behind the cavalry.

The sound of the ax begging for mercy was answered by the sound of neat footsteps and the sound of a sword being drawn.

But Lann happened to have a training mission of [City Defense Iron Guard·1].

What better target to test the sword with than these extremely vicious soldiers with blood on their hands, but without any armor at this time?

Lann slowly walked out of the woods on horseback, surrounded by more than ten knights. There were also more than ten archers and crossbowmen distributed on both sides of the knight, ready to go.

Only then did the third robber react. The aristocratic boy in his eyes had already danced his sword into an airtight wall and pressed towards him.

But it doesn't matter. The strength of the standard army lies in its quantity, coordination, and equipment. A dozen well-equipped soldiers can kill militiamen several times their own head-on, not to mention that Lann and the others still have a numerical advantage.

The ferocious robbers who were inspired by a strong desire to survive are indeed amazingly powerful, but every robber who tries to break out of the encirclement will encounter enemies that are twice or even three times their size.

Following the momentum, he pulled out the sword. When the long sword was fully unsheathed, he completely cut off the enemy's right hand. Amidst the blood spurting out and screams from the enemy, Lann shouldered forward and knocked the opponent away with his thick shoulder armor.

A few meters away, it transformed into a rolling gourd together with the robber rushing in second.

Maybe this new batch of city guards still lack some fighting experience.

They howled and struck with an axe, and were immediately blocked by a large shield half a man's height, and then a spear or sword came over from behind the shield.

"Lord Earl, please wait a moment, the battle will soon be decided."

The vice-captain wanted to say this to Lan, but before he could say anything, a strong gust of wind passed in front of him. Where was the Earl behind him?!

Only Lan's horse was scratching the ground in confusion.

After paying the price of a few people again, or it could be said that it was these few people who attracted the attention of most of the soldiers, the remaining twenty or so bandits finally picked up their weapons and formed a simple formation.

There is obviously no need for the knights to worry.

There were robbers who had been keeping an eye on these knights for a long time. When they saw the young man in the middle who could be seen as the leader at a glance, rushing over, all the robbers were overjoyed.

"Who is that adult outside?" Ax shouted miserably, leaning on the back of the truck and moving towards the place where the weapons were stacked.

Swinging the sword so quickly was supposed to be just a test to force the enemy to reveal his flaw. The veteran robber instinctively wanted to block and maneuver. However, the force coming from his hand was not at all what a test attack should be. Instead, it seemed like a desperate last blow.

Normally, his wrist would go numb immediately.

"Your Majesty Earl!!" All the cavalry shouted in panic.

"Be kind, we are just a group of businessmen. Is there any misunderstanding here?"

Finally, some robbers couldn't stand the oppression, so they screamed and ran to the ground to pick up weapons, trying to break out.

Blood splattered, Lann kept twisting his waist for a moment, and used his right foot to directly use the enemy's corpse as a springboard to step hard. The right half of his body was slightly in the air, and the hand holding the sword was raised above his head——

The knights who were about to come to the rescue and the robbers who were running here were stunned.

More simply, three or four spearmen advance together in tacit understanding, hands forward at the same time. Three or four spears will then pierce the body of the enemy facing them at the same time.

Is there such a reckless young nobleman these days? When the enemy is about to be defeated, does he rush into battle alone to help the opponent come back?

Immediately, three bandits broke out of their formation and rushed towards Lann.

The measurements suddenly became one-to-one.

Then came the second and third blows. The weapon came out in a blink of an eye, and the huge force caused the robber to stagger back. Then came the fourth blow, hitting the chest without any armor.

I saw Lan standing in front of the first bandit who rushed over. He pulled out the long sword from his waist at a speed that the other party could not react. At the same time, he stepped forward. The half-unsheathed sword blade was just stuck in the opponent's swing of the axe.

On his right hand, it went straight to the bone. From the perspective behind the cavalry, it was as if the enemy had actively collided with Lan's sword blade.

Generally, a gang of robbers can massacre some small villages with more than ten people. The fact that they could encounter a large gang of forty people this time was really beyond Lann's expectation.

With a "Puff" sound, the long sword passed through the body, and the dying bandit with severed hands was strung to the ground together with his companions.

On the periphery of the battlefield, the vice-captain who was watching the battle was somewhat dissatisfied with the efficiency of these new recruits.

It was not that they were afraid of being charged, but that the infantry were already in close contact with the enemy, and there was a risk of accidental damage if they fired again.

"Your Majesty the Earl!" the infantrymen who were charging forward shouted, their morale rising like a rainbow.

All the soldiers shouted in their hearts, what could be more morale-boosting than having their commander personally go into battle, even charging faster than his subordinates and killing more enemies?

As the louder shouts of kill lingered, Lan glanced at the rising experience points on the panel. The experience gained from killing people was not as much as completing tasks, but mosquito legs were still meat no matter how small they were.

"Fighters, charge with me!" He wants to continue to grab heads!

Men want to fight!

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