Chapter 53: Fú Shā (Capturing and Reversing Capturing) Part Two

  As they approached the town of Tiel, Dean was already on high alert, and he deliberately kept his warhorse at full speed as they charged through the town gate and into the town itself.

  Of course, Dean was absolutely not there to disrupt the rhythm of those thieves.

  In fact, where he stopped was exactly the most suitable place for the two bandits who ambushed him to lay their hands on him, and also the nearest location.

  As for why it's done this way?

  Dean had already scouted the surroundings more than once, and in his mind, he had thoroughly rehearsed the two thieves' attack and retreat routes dozens of times.

  And at the same time, he made a deduction about how he should dodge and counterattack.

  So if he could help it, Dean would absolutely not disrupt those thieves' rhythm.

  After all, once it's disrupted, his rhythm will inevitably be affected as well.

  Fortunately, everything is going on as usual ——

  Whoosh!

  Dean, who was on full alert, flipped his body quickly and hid under the horse's belly as soon as he heard the sonic boom.

  Riding on a warhorse, facing these sneak-attacking arrows, dodging left and right is not the best solution, because your body is on horseback, which will inevitably limit your dodging space. Therefore, in order to dodge more effectively, flipping over and hiding under the horse's belly is the best choice.

  Even warhorses themselves could become shields against arrows.

  This was a method Dean had learned from an old retired thief, but he would never use it if he could help it; after all, deep down, he still agreed with the Duchess's words: 'Warhorses are our loyal companions, on the battlefield, aside from the sword in your hand, what you should rely on most is your horse, its reliability far surpasses the armor on your body!'

  Of course, for expressions like 'the armor on our bodies and the swords in our hands are everything to us!', Dean is not dismissive.

  In fact, Dean, who was once called Hagasuro's Lone Wolf, is a pragmatist.

  He won't be biased towards any side, nor will he adhere to any form, he'll only choose what's beneficial to himself.

  Just like this moment——

  Dean, who had flipped over onto his stomach, didn't care about the mud and snow water on the ground. With a roll like that, he quickly approached the thief who had suddenly attacked him, splashing mud everywhere.

  Then, one sword thrusts out!

  When Dean thrust out this sword, he and the thief were still separated by four or five people, but when Dean's arm stretched out and his foot stepped forward with force, the sword had already pierced the opponent's throat - this was not a assassin's assassination technique, but a true knight's swordsmanship.

  It's just that from riding horses, it changed to infantry warfare.

  Pfft!

  Blood splattered everywhere, and in an instant, the crowded masses were stunned, then burst into shrill cries, dodging in all directions - chaos erupted uncontrollably, but absolutely not in the direction the thieves had hoped for.

  As they stood beside the dead thief, the crowd dispersed in an instant, and another thief thoroughly revealed himself.

  Deen didn't hesitate, and with a flick of his wrist, the long object in his hand struck the other man's throat, sending him crashing to the ground.

  【XP+2】

  【XP+2】

  Two thumb-sized white experience orbs indicated the opponent's thorough death; however, the battle was far from over, with distant ambushes still ongoing.

  "Murder! Murder!"

  Upon hearing the shout, Hack, who was just about to leave for the baron's dinner party, drew his long sword from his waist without hesitation and pushed open the door to head out.

  Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Just as Hack pushed open the door of "Snow Bear's House", he was attacked, and two crossbow arrows shot out - even after his arm was broken, his unrelenting swordsmanship, confrontation training, and rich combat experience saved him at this time. Almost at the same time that the two crossbow arrows were fired, Hack pulled down the creaky door of "Snow Bear's House" with one hand, holding it in his hand like a shield.

  Hush! Hush!

  Two crossbow bolts were deeply embedded in the wooden board, with their arrowheads protruding from the other side.

  Looking at the arrowhead close at hand, Huck had not taken his next step when a rustling of footsteps started.

  Two figures holding short swords and daggers are rapidly approaching.

  Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that there are two guys holding crossbows in the distance, staring at him tightly.

  Simply put, as long as he leaves the shelter of the door panel, he will be in danger of being shot again.

  And if he held the door panel, when two people with short swords and daggers approached, the scene would be even more embarrassing - although he didn't mind holding the door panel to fight against his opponents, he still had to guard against that guy holding a crossbow in the distance.

  It's a situation where neither side can advance nor retreat.

  If my right hand...

  As soon as such an idea emerged, Hack shook his head hard - this was not evasion, in fact, people like Hack would not evade, they just needed to face it.

  Having lost one hand, he fights with the remaining one, that's Hack.

  "We have to dodge the aim of two crossbows!"

  Hake thought to himself, looking back at the inn - compared to crossbows, the smaller arbalest was more convenient to carry, but its power had decreased by more than one level; if it were a crossbow, not to mention solid wooden boards, even those wrapped in iron would be penetrated.

  So if you enter his own inn, this is a very safe way.

  However, I thought of the guests in the hotel.

  Although there were some despicable guys inside, Hack didn't want to bring the trouble that was coming towards him into it - not because of kindness, but simply because of principle.

  People with principles are all stubborn people.

  It's obvious that Hack is this kind of person!

  Almost at the same moment, Hack had his own plan.

  "Ah!"

  Hawk yelled loudly and charged at the two thieves holding short swords and daggers with a door panel in hand.

  What about the remaining two bows?

  Hak can't take care of so many things anymore!

  Whoosh! Whoosh!

  The arrow's piercing sound rang out at this moment, far more swift and decisive than Hack had imagined.

  "It's done!"

  Harker sighed inwardly, to know that in order to pin down the two approaching thieves, he had changed his previously raised shield to a horizontal one; thus, although he protected his chest and head, his legs were exposed during the run; now, the arrow was rushing towards his legs.

  Hake did not think his legs could withstand the attack of arrows.

  Once he lost his mobility, he was naturally doomed to die.

  It was almost subconscious, Hack just swung once, but the pain did not appear, on the contrary, two miserable cries appeared in the distance, and Hack just glanced at them with great joy - only to see that the two thieves who were gesturing with their bows had arrows inserted into their bodies, and they had already fallen to the ground.

  Someone must have helped!

  Although I don't know who helped, it's a good thing anyway ——

  "You damned guys, you should have tasted Hack's wrath by now!"

  Hake casually threw out the wooden board and drew his long sword from his waist with his left hand, then charged towards the remaining two thieves.

  But someone was even faster than him!

  Dean, covered in mud, shot out like a flying shadow, his long sword flashing like lightning, bringing with it repeated strong gusts of wind.

  Pfft!

  One of the thieves was stabbed in the throat and immediately fell to the ground, contributing a 【XP+2】 light ball to Deen; while the other one bent down and flashed past in that instant.

  However, what flashed by was only Dean's long sword, and did not include the foot that Dean followed closely behind.

  Bang!

  In the midst of the muffled sound, Dean's boot-clad foot landed squarely on his opponent's face; the thief fell over with several teeth flying out and a flattened nose.

  Then Dean kicked again.

  His foot lashed out in a swift and deadly kick to the back of his opponent's neck - he needed a live mouth, not just an explanation for Baron Thiel, but also to interrogate him about his hiding place in Thiel.

  As Dean prepared for war, he absolutely would not allow any other power bases that he was unaware of within his line of sight.

  "Captain! Captain!"

  The militiamen riding horses rushed over after Dean knocked out the thief, with the two militia captains at the front. When they saw that Dean was safe and sound, both young men involuntarily let out a sigh of relief; afterwards, it was a wave of admiration - the previous action of dodging arrows, counter-killing the enemy, and then rushing to rescue, in their eyes was really somewhat inconceivable, knowing that even if they had known about the ambush beforehand, they would have only just found the target and shot arrows.

  However, their squad leader had already arrived at the same time and killed another enemy.

  "Cut off the heads of those who are going to die and put them in your achievement bags!"

  Deane shouted loudly, and instantly, the militiamen began to drag away the corpses. At this time, Deane turned around and walked towards Hacke, his eyes sizing up this warrior who was absolutely going to be recruited under his command.

  Hake was also sizing up the young man covered in mud before him.

  From the militiamen's mouths he guessed who his opponent was - the Baron's main guest.

  The Deputy Grand Master of the Knights Templar

  But Hack was secretly thinking: "Where did this young man come from? He's so fierce!"

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