.The big face looked at Lin Ke with disdain.

"It's over, I'm despised, so what else can I say?"

Lin Ke waved his hand and made a rushing move.

"Start the fight!"

He pulled out the sword specially sent to them from behind, and all the thirty bald men exploded with fighting spirit. The sword was equipped by the butcher. Except for some patterns on Lin Ke, the rest were made of a black steel plate. The blade was longer than ordinary military swords, but it felt quite heavy, but it was just right for these big men with fighting spirit. In other people's eyes, the bald men holding large swords immediately increased several levels of intimidation because of fighting spirit.

"Brothers, rush! Kill one, one hundred gold coins!"

The big-faced man obviously invested the capital. One hundred gold coins is equivalent to one thousand silver coins and ten thousand copper coins. This is basically equivalent to the wages of workers working in urban factories. Working with bandits is a dangerous job, and everyone believes in high risks and high investment. If you are lucky enough to kill the one in the middle and get the iron fist, who are they afraid of? Even if you are not lucky and kill the big men, you can still get a lot of money. There are only 31 people here, and there are only 31 people on the other side. What's more terrible about such a huge difference?

The problem lies here.

These great men were amnesty warriors. Before they received training, they were already masters of Dou Qi, and they were extremely vicious. Until now, their viciousness may have been restrained. However, the mastery of Dou Qi has been improved by several levels. Moreover, killing is more professional and more accurate.

They are the real life-reapers, splashing death everywhere.

Anyone who wants to rush up and try his luck is cut down with one knife. On the battlefield, luck is always just luck. When luck is gone, it can only rely on strength. On the battlefield, luck is not on people without strength most of the time.

The bandits were eaten up little by little, and the big men waved their swords very efficiently. Apart from the screams of the bandits, there was only the sound of the blades slashing through the flesh and bones on the entire battlefield.

The expression of the man with a big face became more and more gloomy, and his originally tiny eyes became even more impossible to see clearly. His mouth was also tightly pursed, and his huge nose was incited by heavy breathing.

"slow!!"

Suddenly! A very majestic voice came from the big-faced man's small mouth, and then the little mouth squirmed and spit out four big words.

"We surrender!"

Lin Ke was helpless. Could it be that he could bully people if he had a good voice? Even the voice trembled and surrendered was so majestic.

After surrendering, Lin Ke made the bald uncles stop.

"Stop, is it OK? The butcher didn't say that he killed all the people who came to rob?"

As the adjutant of Lin Ke, Martin reminded Lin Ke.

"The entire Mahir has a population of nearly 300,000, not including the mercenaries coming and going. And if the matter of our epic weapons is spread outside, I bet that the number of our enemies will immediately increase to millions. Can we kill them?"

Lin Ke shook his head disapprovingly.

"So, what should they do?"

Martin confirmed again.

"Do you still steal it?"

Lin Ke pulled his big face off the horse with one hand.

"No! We're just passing by!"

Big Face said quickly.

"Look, they are not our enemies, we don't need to kill him."

Lin Ke said with a smile.
Chapter completed!