Kupu put his hand on the door gate, and a flattened wooden bar was loosely stuck on the wooden buckle. This kind of door probably only serves to remind the owner when it is easily broken open, symbolically signaling that no one is allowed to enter.
enter.
In other words, there is no such thing as holding on to a door, because this door has nothing to do with the word "strong".
The feet seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and had been blown by the winter sea breeze all day long. They were hung with solid ice blocks, making every step so heavy that it made people feel embarrassed. The delay was not enough time to think of a better solution.
The only way to open the door is sooner or later. There is no difference between active and passive.
The urging of a middle-aged female voice came from outside the door, and it didn't sound like someone who had experience in disguising her emotions. Even if she tried to act like she was just coming back to get some firewood normally, from the perspective of Coop's nervous state, the urgency in it was obvious.
It seems extremely unnatural.
But really speaking, there’s nothing “normal” about being bothered in the middle of the night just to get some firewood?
He stood against the wall and left the door panel's range of motion to ensure that he would not be hit by the force from the outside. He stretched out his hand and pulled away the door bolt, "Please come in."
Deliberately leaning the door bolt against the wall, the knock was loud enough for people outside the door to hear.
The person outside the door started to move, and the sound of sandal soles scraping against the dust made him feel a little at ease. At least he couldn't think of any inhuman things that would wear knitted artificial things obediently and respond to them.
The landlady didn't answer. If she were standing in front of the door, she should have opened it immediately instead of taking a few more steps.
"What's wrong?" He touched the doorknob with his finger and opened a gap inward. It was enough for the lights in the house to form a bright line at the door, sending out a signal that "this place is undefended."
The effect... is very significant.
Almost at the same time, the sound of heavy shoes approaching quickly in a few steps was very different from the previous ones. It was a man who weighed a lot.
[He is running]
No need to think too much, as soon as I thought of this, my hand retracted as if being stung.
The next moment, the door panel swung open and a figure crashed into the house.
The top, which is not much better than a hole-in-the-wall bag, reveals the shoulders that are still in a rebuttal posture. Under the dusty hair is a rough and wrinkled local face. The ferocious expression has deep lines on the face, and it is in contact with his hands.
The mining pick has also suffered the ravages of cave life.
In his imagination, there should be an unprepared victim standing behind the door, about to be beaten to a bloody head, so he used the greatest strength.
However, this collision only pushed open the unsupported door panel. The inertia caused him to lose his balance and he threw himself top-heavy. The expression on his face changed from ferocious to weightless and confused, and he hit the ground paved with sand and gravel.
The skin was eroded all over the ground, and blood and sand irritated the exposed wounds. The man turned over and screamed in pain, trying to touch the mining pick that had fallen out of his hand.
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What responded to him was the falling page hammer.
Following what he had learned in training, Kupp swung the hammer and struck it down on the man who was still dazed on the ground. In desperation, he had no time to hesitate. He only knew that this was a signal, just like the one given by Kraft.
Command, form a conditioned reflex through repetition, and quickly counterattack after knowing the enemy's location.
He came to knock on the door with a mining pick in the middle of the night. It couldn't be to knock rocks, right?
In the fright, he unconsciously used more force than usual. Kupp felt that he was not controlling the weapon at this moment, but the metal hammer was moving him.
The steps moved forward with a wave, and he stepped on the upper arm of the flesh mold lake. The huge pain made him lose control of his breath. The second half of the sound was like a large piece of gravel stuck in the spasming throat, and the bloodshot eyeballs bulged.
Especially so, the man was still reaching for the stepped calf with his other hand, trying to pull Kupra to the ground. But he had no chance. A dangerous shadow covered his vision, and the cold light of the page-shaped iron reached in front of him.
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The wing design effectively reduces the striking area and concentrates the impact area on one hammer edge, giving the hammer that is supposed to be a blunt weapon some sharp-edged properties, especially since the metal sheet of this weapon also has sharp corners.
The danger is obvious.
The toughness of soft tissue is not worth mentioning in front of it. The metal embeds into the skin without any hindrance. Before the user realizes where it hits, it ignores the dispensable elasticity and touches the underlying bone plate.
There seemed to be an indistinct crisp sound, which was transmitted along the metal and hammer handle. The clenched finger bones recognized it as the reverberation of the same kind of destruction, which made people feel instinctive resistance.
But the cruel atrocities did not end there. The bone plate that was designed by the Creator not to be used to bear force collapsed. After being inserted into the cheek, a water balloon-like thing was squeezed like a tightly held fish bubble, and became jelly-like.
Transparent material flows out from the breach.
This sphere had an exquisite structure, consisting of several layers of membranes with different functions and various appendages, allowing it to achieve a series of transformations from light to things that Coop could not understand when Kraft emerged.
But not anymore. These things have turned into substances that are unbearable to look at. They are crushed and mixed together with the complex bone maze behind them, becoming a visual death of a mixture of solid and liquid.
Half of the man's face was sunken and collapsed, mixed-colored objects hung from the potholes, smearing the other half of the deformed and displaced facial features, and the thirsty sandy ground sucked the moisture that had lost its restraint.
And the person who created all of this felt like he was boiling, with inexplicable emotions heating up every message. Fear, guilt, and hatred appeared in turn like stew boiling on a hot pot. This association made him feel sick, and he struggled to look away from himself.
Move away from the results.
【That guy is dead】
Coop realized that he had completed the first step. No one could survive such an injury. So what should be done now?
Turn around, yes, he should turn around and perform the next step. Taught by Kraft, it comes from the experience of the baron he has never met, and is solidified by repeated training. When there is no enemy in front of him, he should turn around and check immediately.
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He picked up the page hammer and turned towards the door. The woman who knocked on the door was restrained and dragged aside. There were longing figures in the shadows outside the door. Under the torch were ferocious and frightened faces, as well as illuminated iron tools.
From opening the door to losing a companion, it only took two breaths. Their reaction was much slower than that of Kupp, an instant amateur. It even left Kupp with room to adjust. After looking at each other for a few seconds, they rushed forward in a swarm inspired by their numerical advantage.
Come up.
The leader swung his pickaxe at the hammer with a fearless attitude, forcing Coop to cross the handle of the hammer to parry, while the long and pointed pickaxe danced in front of his eyes.
The small space at the door prevented them from taking advantage of their numerical advantage for a while. The man increased his strength and tried to force Kupu into the house to make room for him. However, the long life of a miner brought not only strength, but also increasingly serious lung disease.
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During the struggle, Coop unexpectedly found that he still had the upper hand. Faced with this kind of situation, the Wood family always had a way to break the situation.
The person outside the door put all his strength and attention on the mining pick, and was pleasantly surprised to feel that the resistance was slightly lighter. Just when he thought he was about to succeed, a cool breeze blew through his trouser legs, and he felt severe pain.
The most lethal and hard part of the lower limbs hit the most vulnerable part of the lower body, and a burning pain emanated from there, spreading along the groin in an instant and permeating the entire lower abdomen. The will collapsed, and the limbs were uncontrollably forced to kneel down.
The page hammer hit again. This time it was much better. He couldn't see what was happening in the chaos. Coop only felt something was broken again. His mind became numb and he just followed the simple actions of daily training. These guys are not as good as Clough.
The special wooden sword is very fast.
Before he could kick this guy away, the second person rushed forward. The hammer that had not been raised yet lacked room to exert force, but this weapon had many more uses than a pickaxe.
The hammer head stabbed straight out, and the metal tip hit the ribs heavily, interrupting the opponent before he could complete the powerful, heavy and slow swing, and giving him a kick that temporarily, or possibly permanently, lost all sense of security.
combat effectiveness.
The third attacker did not expect this to happen. After being slightly stunned, his reaction was to turn his head behind him and call out a name with a strong dialect pronunciation.
Only then did Coop realize that there was a short guy wrapped in a burqa who had not kept up with him and was lagging behind.
This did not prevent him from seizing this flaw, and struck the side of the distracted opponent with a hammer. Several ribs were broken horizontally, and the softened chest rose and fell like a flail, swelling and collapsing. Every breath caused a tearing of the chest wall.
of pain.
The injured person staggered back a few steps, clutching the injured part, and fell down.
Only the last enemy was left who was slow to respond. He had not noticed the activities of his companions before. Now when his name was called, he started to move like he was waking up from a dream.
Like a marionette lacking self-awareness, he crossed the blocking limbs in an extremely awkward walking posture and walked into the light.
The figure that is obviously shorter than ordinary people is caused by the weird stooped movements. The clothing is not a burqa, but made of different fabrics. In order to cover the head, face and back, not even an inch of the body is exposed.
The lower half of his face was wrapped in cloth.
Similar to the outcome of some childhood malignant diseases, which resulted in joint contracture and limited movement, he always maintained the movements of raising his spine and bending his limbs. In his hand was a small iron tool that was different from others.
Kupp watched him running in confusion - if that could be called running, the curvature of his legs that could not be straightened made the movement of his legs contrary to ordinary people's habits, shrinking and then springing up. It seemed like it was caused by a disease.
Restricted posture, driven in an irrational way.
The speed of this weird movement was not slow. He approached the murderer who had just knocked down several of his companions. The iron tool in his hand could be clearly seen at this moment. It was a rusty dagger.
It was poorly maintained, but it was indeed the only real weapon they saw in their hands.
This made Kupu alert, and he carefully concealed his movements. When he was close, he counterattacked before launching a move, and then used his sheep attack. Although he had never deceived Kraft since he learned it, and his use was very poor, but in
You may not be able to give it a try here.
The hammer head was raised from the bottom, and the crouched figure did not dodge or dodge. He controlled the dagger by flexing his wrist and turning it slightly. Considering the length of the weapon and the arm, Kupp could be sure that this strange guy would not be able to hurt himself before death.
He applied more force, and the hammer head would land on his shoulder or chest. If there were no accidents, his first battle would be over.
No, nothing. A sense of emptiness appeared on the sure hit. Coop didn't even touch half of the fluttering fabric, and there was some kind of chaos in the scene with half of the fire and half of the shadow.
The confusion spread across the hunched figure, as if tearing a canvas, replacing one piece of it with another layer of blank space.
Familiar and unfamiliar feelings, confusion, transformation, the target disappears from the field of vision, and a sharp pain hits the lower back.
