Chapter 487: Warriors' Combat, First Victory

On the other side, the melee Warriors under Jier's command dispersed to surround the Defeated Soldier who was fleeing to the left.

Eleven or twelve people spread out to surround him, not giving the opponent any chance to escape.

This Defeated Soldier, like a beast caught in a trap, scanned every Warrior around him with reddened eyes, heavy breathing coming from his mouth. Although he looked like a beast, in reality, this Warrior was slightly crouched, holding a Short Sword in his left hand and a Long Sword in his right, his posture standard, his body naturally maintaining its state rather than tensely tightening all his muscles and uselessly wasting precious stamina.

This was the combat state a Warrior with extensive combat experience should have.

But conversely, the Warriors under Jier's command were not quite up to the mark.

Although they had loosely surrounded him by relying on their numbers, each of them was engaging such a Human Soldier for the first time; to say nothing of anything else, the set of Soldier Armor on the soldier was better than the Leather Clothing or Animal Skin Clothing worn by the vast majority of them.

Some Warriors were tensely stiff because a fight was about to happen, while others were breathing heavily, also due to nervousness. Still others had stiff movements, having long since forgotten the combat postures Jier had taught them, holding their swords with both hands, facing the enemy head-on, bending their waists and sticking out their backsides in a bizarre posture.

If Jier were here right now, he would certainly be cursing them out.

One by one, what shameful displays.

But fortunately, it was not as if there were no capable characters among the Warriors.

Weier, who styled himself a Swordsman, was currently holding his Steel Sword casually with calm composure, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground, poking at the dry leaves on the ground. He wore a smile, his body turned sideways to the enemy, his feet standing in a T-shape.

This appearance made the surrounded Defeated Soldier feel immense pressure instead.

"Well then, everyone. Who's going first?" Weier looked left and right and spoke.

A Warrior who felt his skills were decent stepped forward, wanting to attack.

"I'll go!" A Warrior whose combat posture was still relatively standard held a Single-handed Axe and took a step forward, closing in on the enemy.

At the same time, because this Warrior had stepped forward, the others around him also involuntarily shifted their feet slightly forward, shrinking the previously loose encirclement by a small margin.

"Ha! Die!"

This Warrior using the Single-handed Axe suddenly accelerated, shaking the axe in his hand left and right, wanting to perform a feint to confuse the enemy, but the combat-experienced Defeated Soldier did not fall for it at all, directly seeing through the Axe Warrior's intent, first meeting the enemy with his Long Sword, blocking it before the axe could even be swung, and then the Short Sword in his left hand insidiously stabbed out from under the Axe Warrior's armpit.

If that had landed, this strike would likely have cost the Axe Warrior his life.

There was only a small chance the Short Sword would be blocked by a rib, but the Defeated Soldier's technique was exquisite, and a Short Sword with a flattened blade was not easily blocked by ribs.

At this critical, hair-trigger moment, it was Weier who stepped out to relieve the Axe Warrior. He struck from the side of the Defeated Soldier, his movement a sharp sword thrust toward the Defeated Soldier's right leg; it did not look like a killing blow, but the intent was actually very sinister.

The Defeated Soldier, whose legs were uninjured, still had the possibility of breaking through and escaping, but if his legs were injured, then unless this Defeated Soldier killed all ten-plus of them on the spot, he would have to stay here today; there was no other possibility.

Therefore, this sword strike from Weier was an attack that had to be defended; if the Defeated Soldier wanted to escape and survive, he had to ensure his legs were not injured.

"Damn it!" The soldier's left-hand Short Sword retracted to block, easily parrying Weier's sword—it was a feint!

There was no force behind Weier's sword, and only then did he exert strength; with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the Long Sword moved with lightning speed to point forward, directly wounding the Defeated Soldier's left hand that held the Short Sword.

Blood flowed like a fountain, and the wound was deep enough to see the bones of the left palm, but the Defeated Soldier gripped the Short Sword tightly and did not let go.

Because his combat style was to kill by coordinating the long and short swords, neither could be missing. Without the coordination of the Short Sword, he could still fight using the Long Sword alone, but his combat rhythm and skill would be far inferior to before.

Having achieved a small success, Weier immediately retreated two steps, putting himself into a state of readiness, which exerted even more pressure than his continuous attacks, forcing the surrounded Defeated Soldier to focus most of his energy on watching Weier's movements.

Consequently, even if the other Warriors were not as skilled, they could still trade a few blows with this combat-experienced Defeated Soldier.

"Ha!" The Axe Warrior swung his axe twice at the Defeated Soldier, but both were blocked in advance by the opponent's Long Sword; there was simply no spatial distance for the axe to be swung. Knowing he was outmatched, the Axe Warrior immediately retreated, his nervous state making his breathing heavy and consuming a great deal of stamina.

"Let me try!" Another Warrior using a Long Sword stepped out; he did not advance with large strides, but approached with small steps, the Long Sword in his hand probing and thrusting like a Poisonous Snake. Every time the Defeated Soldier was about to block and counterattack, this Long Sword Warrior would retract his sword in advance, coordinating with the retreat of his footsteps to remove himself from the Defeated Soldier's engagement range.

Time and again, this teasing angered the Defeated Soldier. Just as the soldier was about to pursue and kill, Weier at his side waved the Long Sword in his hand with a smile on his lips and took a step forward.

"Damn it!"

Being pressured by Weier like this, he had to give up his intention to pursue, because although he had been provoked like this several times, the Warrior in front of him did not exert much pressure, but the enemy behind him exerted pressure that forced him to be extremely careful.

Even with rich combat experience, this Defeated Soldier became anxious and nervous, because even if he tried his best not to make unnecessary movements, combat was, after all, physical labor; every time he swung his sword to block, he had to use strength, and his stamina was constantly being consumed.

"Someone else come, attack from behind him!" The Warrior who kept advancing and teasing the Defeated Soldier with his Long Sword immediately suggested.

Immediately, another Warrior behind the Defeated Soldier stepped out.

This Warrior held a Changdao, a rare weapon in the Saint Hors Kingdom. He saw his opportunity, lowered his posture, and spun, the Changdao turning into a silver-white streak of light, suddenly striking from behind the Defeated Soldier where he could not see.

But while this move was hidden and fast, the Warrior was, after all, inexperienced; the burning killing intent was detected by the combat-experienced Defeated Soldier the moment it was unleashed.

Warriors with rich combat experience often have a precise intuition that allows them to sense an enemy's killing intent during battle.

He didn't even look, his injured left hand immediately gripping the Short Sword to defend his back.

Clang!

Sword and blade met, emitting a crisp sound.

The Warrior using the Changdao did not stop, his body rotating, driving his arm to swing, the Changdao turning and slashing out one blade after another.

The first two slashes aimed at the Defeated Soldier's back could still be blocked by the opponent, but when the Warrior using the Changdao set his target on the Defeated Soldier's legs, the opponent's Short Sword could no longer reach.

Having no choice, the Defeated Soldier had to move to the left, wanting to escape the Changdao's attack range.

But Weier saw the enemy's predicament and immediately felt it was a good opportunity; he shouted: "All together! Kill him!"

Although Weier's relationship with the Warriors in the team was very average, at least everyone knew Weier had skill; even if he was far inferior to Knight Jier, he was still much stronger than them.

So when Weier saw the opportunity and told everyone to attack together, the Warriors all moved!

Regardless of their skill, the Warriors using Long Swords all took a big step within the shrinking encirclement and simultaneously thrust their swords forward.

Every person's striking position was different, and the target of their thrusts was different, which made the Defeated Soldier's scalp tingle; he could only shout, his Long Sword and Short Sword swirling with his body to block.

As for how much he could block, he had no idea in his own heart.

When it came down to it, even if he was combat-experienced, he had never had the experience of fighting more than a dozen people. Please, he wasn't a Knight; he was just an ordinary Scout among the Defeated Soldiers, and his skills in their Scout squad could only be called average, far inferior to their Captain and Deputy Captain.

Unfortunately, he did not know that the Captain he considered far superior to him had been pierced through the chest and killed by a Hunting Sword thrown by Jier in a single encounter, his full set of skills not even having a chance to be displayed before he received his lunchbox, far inferior to this ordinary soldier who could still shine a little in the exchange with Jier's Warriors.

The crowd thrust their Long Swords repeatedly, and the Defeated Soldier also went all out, relying on spinning and swinging the Long Sword and Short Sword in his hands to constantly block the attacks around him, while attempting to force back any enemy that approached.

But the Long Swords were relatively light and could be barely blocked away by his weapons.

But what about the axes?

Several Warriors using axes looked at each other, their axes held high to build up power, and launched their attack from outside the combat circle, two meters away.

Glancing at this scene, the Defeated Soldier had no other way; his spinning body could not stop—if he stopped, the Long Swords around him would constantly pierce his body—but if he didn't stop spinning, he couldn't correctly block the several axes coming to kill him.

There was no other way; relying solely on blocking and combat to force back the enemy was impossible. He shrank his body, preparing to lunge and roll in a low position to escape this dangerous, deadly encirclement.

But Weier had not made a move all this time, just waiting for this very moment!

He had spotted the weak point in the Warriors' encirclement and had moved his feet in advance to the side of that weak point. Sure enough, after the Axe Warriors launched their attack, the Defeated Soldier knew he was no match and would certainly try to find a way to retreat, and the direction of his retreat would naturally be toward the side where the two Warriors of average skill were.

Weier saw the enemy lower his body and lunge forward, dodging out from the countless flashes of blades and swords all around, followed by a nimble roll. Once the roll ended and he stood up, this Defeated Soldier was suddenly outside the encirclement.

At that point, whether he continued to flee or took the opportunity to kill one or two of the Warriors surrounding him, both were options.

If this Defeated Soldier succeeded, that is.

Weier had arrived here ahead of time, having correctly judged that the opponent would be unable to dodge or counterattack while in the middle of a roll.

So he gathered all his strength, held his Long Sword with both hands, lowered his body, and thrust directly at the rolling Defeated Soldier.

Clang—squelch!

The opponent had Armor to block, but as Weier thrust forward with both hands on his sword, the thin Metal Armor Plate could not stop this strike; it was breached by Weier and stabbed deep into the Soldier's body.

Though injured while rolling, the Defeated Soldier still managed to complete the entire rolling motion, but he had been wounded in the right shoulder and could no longer swing his arm with force.

"It's over," he thought. Facing Weier's subsequent pursuit, he struggled to swing his arm to parry, but every time he moved, not only was the force he could exert less than half of what it was before, but blood also continued to gush out from the wound.

"I'll fight you to the death! Especially you!"

The two main wounds on this Defeated Soldier were both caused by Weier. Others had indeed hit the soldier, but most were blocked by the Soldier Armor he wore, and the few that actually wounded him were merely shallow flesh wounds that did not affect him in a short-term fight.

Facing the Defeated Soldier who came charging with his Long Sword and Short Sword swinging wildly, Weier did not engage him head-on at all, because he wasn't fighting alone, was he? He just kept retreating, rolling to the side, and parrying with his sword, while the pursuing Defeated Soldier had wounds constantly left on his body by the others around him, causing him to cry out in pain repeatedly.

In the end, what truly decided the situation was a Warrior using a Single-handed Axe who let go of the axe in his hand and threw it.

This move of his was learned from Knight Jier; Knight Jier's axe could fly out on its own to kill enemies, and it was often exceptionally powerful. However, Knight Jier's axe would fly back on its own, whereas when ordinary Warriors like them threw their axes, they had nothing left to fight with.

If it were a battle with fewer people, doing this certainly wouldn't work; once the weapon was gone from one's hand, one could basically be considered to have lost their combat effectiveness, which was very unwise. But it was different now; there were comrades all around, and only one enemy, so even if the axe was used as a projectile and thrown, one could just run over and pick it up, which didn't affect the battle.

So, this Warrior using a Single-handed Axe spotted the opportunity, swung his arm directly, avoided his surrounding companions, and the released axe tumbled through the air and slammed into the back of the Defeated Soldier.

Yes, slammed!

The back of the axe head had smashed into the enemy's body, not the sharp blade.

The Warrior using the axe scratched his head in embarrassment and was just about to make a self-deprecating remark when the others cheered excitedly, because even if a Single-handed Axe was just thrown and hit someone, it still dealt considerable damage.

That was exactly the case here; the Defeated Soldier, driven to a dead end, only wanted to kill the skilled swordsman Weier before he died, but a sudden heavy blow from behind knocked him hard to the ground.

This strike to his back even caused him to lose his breath instantly. Weier did not waste this good opportunity; he turned, lowered his body, swung his arm, and the tip of his Long Sword slid rapidly, instantly slicing across the Soldier's face.

The next moment, the Defeated Soldier stopped moving.

Because that one swipe of Weier's Long Sword had shredded half of the man's face—no, the entire front half of his skull.

The soldier died instantly.

But the others didn't know that. Seeing the soldier knocked to the ground by an axe, the others swarmed up, brandishing their weapons, and after a dozen or so attacks, the Defeated Soldier's skull was completely smashed.

"We did it!"

"We killed this enemy! Yeah!"

"This guy is really tough, being able to hold out for so long surrounded by so many of us."

Weier gave a disdainful smile; it wasn't that the man was tough, but that the Warriors around him were truly average in skill. If they were Warriors of his own level, only two or three would have been needed to take down this Defeated Soldier in a few moves.

"Let's go! Drag this soldier's corpse away. By the way, his weapons and equipment are pretty good; my sword stabbed him several times and couldn't hurt him."

"Yes, although it's not a full set of armor, these Plate Armor pieces look quite good too."

"I hope Knight Jier will reward me with this set of armor; I don't mind things worn by a dead man. After all, I was the one who finally knocked him down with an axe, right? Right?"

The Warriors talked, each of them excited. This enemy was indeed tough, yet they had killed him in a short time without suffering any casualties themselves.

"I wonder how Priest Bata'er is doing over there."

"Has Knight Jier found the enemy's tracks?"

The Warriors dragged the corpse and began to walk back, preparing to regroup with the others who had scattered.

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