Chapter 521: The Obstacle on the Second Floor, the Predicament, and Jier's Breakthrough

At this moment, most of the enemy soldiers who ran in followed the hall stairs up to the second floor, intending to rely on setting up obstacles on the stairs to defend; the only one left on the first floor of the hall was a wretched soldier whose hands and feet were tied on the wooden table in the center.

And the stench in the house mostly came from this person.

At this time, this soldier had an indifferent expression on his face, his spirit unfocused, as if his soul had wandered beyond the heavens.

Just a moment ago, when his companions ran back crying and wailing, he only gave a cold glance before looking away, not caring at all.

At this moment, Jier rushed in, and he didn't even look, as if it didn't matter anymore, whatever happened.

Jier recognized this person as the cook soldier who had prepared the food last night; he did not expect that this guy had also eaten the food he had made himself last night, and had been treated like this by his own companions.

After his hands and feet were tied to the round table in the hall, this defeated soldier, who had also eaten something that upset his stomach, unlike the others who at least had a wooden bucket to relieve themselves, had simply defecated in his pants; the thin, yellow, foul-smelling liquid soaked most of his pants, flowed down his pant leg onto the tabletop, and finally dripped onto the hall floor.

It was estimated that this person had been tied up for a while, so the aforementioned feces had even mostly dried.

"These people are disgusting enough." Jier looked at this person with disdain, ignored the wretched fellow, and instead of rushing upstairs, he kicked open each room on the first floor one by one.

After confirming there was no one else on the first floor, Jier closed the house's main door tightly and pushed the foul-smelling round table from the center of the hall to the entrance, blocking the door completely. He then closed the back doors and windows of every room to ensure no one else could get in.

Only after finishing all this did he rush up the stairs toward the second floor.

"That guy is coming! Throw things together, drive him away!"

With someone directing, Jier received a 'warm' welcome from the enemies as soon as he came up. He brandished a Soldier Shield he had picked up from an enemy room on the first floor, blocking the bombardment of various items.

Enduring the bombardment of various chairs, wooden bowls, sword sheaths, helmets, stinking foot wraps, and so on, Jier forced his way up step by step. Facing the obstacle composed of wooden boxes, wardrobes, and other furniture moved from the second-floor rooms by the opponents, he held the shield in his left hand to protect his head, held his Long Sword backhanded in his right hand, pressed his fist against a wooden box in front of him, and then exerted force with both legs; with a rumble, he single-handedly pushed the large pile of stacked wooden furniture.

"How is this possible? This strength? Could it be..."

Someone could not believe it and thought of the abilities of their Knight Lord, but the other soldiers who didn't think too much were more direct; since Jier wanted to push away the furniture blocking the way, they would just hold it down from above.

"He's just one person! Although we don't have strength in our bodies, our weight is still there, hold it! Push him back, use this furniture to crush him to death!"

"Right! Crush him to death!"

Several defeated soldiers shouted with all their might, and those who had strength exerted it, while those who didn't just lay on the furniture, using their own weight to increase the difficulty for Jier.

What they didn't know was that the defeated soldier who had previously directed the establishment of the obstacle on the spot, because he thought of something, slipped away directly, jumped out of a second-floor window to the side, and after landing, did not shout, but limped hurriedly toward the church in the center of the village, intending to discuss breaking through and escaping with another Squad Leader there.

It was not that this person was not brave or that his courage seemed too small, but that he suddenly discovered that Jier was not a young Cavalryman who looked strong and powerful on the surface, but was likely a New Knight who had just finished training and been promoted to Knight.

Only such a young New Knight could appear in this place wearing a piece of ill-fitting ordinary armor and riding an ordinary warhorse that was not strong or tall enough.

"What bad luck, that old guy was right, this is a dead end! Damn Captain! Throwing us who are not loyal enough to him here, did he calculate that such a young knight who is hard to contend with would come to kill us? Damn! Damn! Damn! If I can survive today, I will definitely make you pay!"

This defeated soldier limping and sneaking toward the Nongshen Church was exactly the Squad Leader responsible for this northern Jiedian; he and the other Squad Leader responsible for the church side were both 'discarded' in this village to guard because they were more loyal to the Knight Lord of their team rather than the Captain of their team, so it was called an arrangement, but in reality, it was 'abandonment'. They even thought it was a good thing at the time, mocking the others who were escorting the villagers back into the Shulin.

But after some days passed, gradually some people reacted.

They were left here, completely pushed out to serve as a conspicuous target.

This village was managed and ruled by the Agricultural God Church—they only understood this matter after interrogating the villagers—they had captured these villagers who had Faith in the Agricultural God, and had not caught the Cunzi Priest of this village; presumably, the Agricultural God Church would send people to deal with it.

Even if the Agricultural God Church was not notable for its military force, as a super-huge deity church that had Agricultural God Church distribution wherever Humans settled and were active, it could still easily find enough power to deal with this matter, even in a situation where the place was remote and the scale of the matter was small.

Furthermore, Changmai Cunzi also paid taxes to the local Baron every year; although it was only grain tax of little value in this region, as long as the local Noble Lord was willing, they could still gather enough manpower to deal with this matter. (These defeated soldiers still did not know that this year, the Noble Council of the Southern Province had expanded the order to summon local lords and armies, and the Baron of Sasi County had already led his knights, soldiers, and laborers to the capital to assemble for battle.)

Jier gradually operated the Life Energy within his body, which caused his strength to increase manifold; the heavy wooden furniture, as well as the multiple defeated soldiers blocking from above, gradually could not withstand the strength of Jier alone.

The wooden stairs under his feet made a creaking sound that was unbearable, as well as a subtle cracking sound, making Jier realize that he had to speed up and could not continue to stalemate, otherwise, he might be fine, but the wooden stairs under his feet would not be able to hold up.

"Go!" With a forceful push, Jier relied solely on the support of his right arm and exerted force with both legs, directly pushing the large amount of furniture that was taller than a person back, and in turn pushing over the wooden furniture, smashing the defeated soldiers behind it one after another under the furniture.

Jier ignored their wails, held his Long Sword in his right hand with a forward grip, and followed the gaps in the scattered furniture to stab these defeated soldiers pressed underneath to death one by one.

These bad guys were just like that, unable to move, and were killed by Jier one by one.

After killing them, Jier, as before, first checked whether there were any defeated soldiers hiding on this floor; after confirming there was no one, he closed the windows of each room from the inside, dropped the wooden bolts for anti-theft, and fixed these sturdy wooden windows dead.

After finishing, he then rushed to the third floor of the house.

Once he arrived here, Jier knew his movements were too slow and he had arrived a bit late.

It was not that anything had happened to those female villagers, but that these female villagers had all been dragged out of the rooms, surrounded in a circle, and tied to each other with Rope. In the center of the crowd, there were two tall and sturdy defeated soldiers, holding Long Sword and Dagger, placing these sharp blades against the necks of the women, looking at Jier who rushed up with a cold sneer.

"You came to save these villagers, right? Haha, if you want them to live, then get lost!" a defeated soldier shouted at Jier.

Another one pinched the cheek of a female villager around thirty years old, causing this villager to scream in pain, and only then did he say: "Back off! The two of us don't ask for much, just pretend you didn't see us, let us go, and we will release these women! Otherwise, we will die, and they will die too!"

Jier did not even move, just watching these two people perform.

"What? Can't understand words? Or is it that you have to see blood before you can understand we are not joking?" The first defeated soldier who spoke sneered, his Dagger lightly grazing the cheek of a young female, and then he exerted force, and the sharp Steel Dagger cut open the female's cheek, and blood flowed out.

"Ahhhhhhh—" this female screamed, but did not dare to move at all, because the more dangerous Long Sword was still held against her neck and the necks of those beside her. If her cheek was ruined, she could still live, but if her life was gone, then it was truly all over.

Jier snorted and threw the Soldier Shield he had picked up with his left hand onto the ground.

"Right! That's it! Throw down the weapon, and throw the Long Sword in your right hand to me too!" Another defeated soldier saw Jier was so compliant and immediately shouted loudly.

But Jier only threw down the shield, not because he was afraid of these two people, but because he had other intentions.

He cleared his throat and began to speak: "I say, you two aren't planning to just squeeze together like this, go from the third floor of the house, down the stairs to the first floor, and finally go out of the house, slowly moving to the outside of the village, right? Are you crazy? Or am I crazy?"

"You %￥, whether we are crazy or not, what does it have to do with you! I, your grandfather, will go out like this today to show you!" the first soldier who spoke shouted.

While Jier was talking, he was pacing at the top of the stairs; it seemed like he was moving around randomly while talking, but he was actually looking for a suitable angle: "Heh, you actually cursed me? You should know, I have lived until now, and no one has ever cursed me and been able to live past the next day. These women are not familiar with me anyway, even if I take action and one or two people are injured or killed, I am quite willing to trade their lives for yours. It's just because your mouth is not very clean."

Another defeated soldier immediately interrupted: "His mouth is dirty, he cursed you, but I didn't say anything! This young brother, I just want to live, and these women also want to live; look, everyone wants to live, as long as you don't block us, let us go out, and once we leave the village and reach the edge of the surrounding small Shulin, we will release them. They will live, you will become a hero by the way, and we can also continue to survive. Isn't that great? Don't you think?"

Jier hummed twice, seemingly indicating agreement, but did not give a formal response, which made the two defeated soldiers who were already nervous even more nervous.

In fact, Jier hummed twice because he discovered that standing in this position, no matter what, it was very difficult to find a suitable position and a suitable angle to kill both defeated soldiers at once without hurting the innocent female villagers.

So he feigned agreement and moved away from the stairs, gesturing with his hand that they could move.

"The Long Sword in your hand! Throw the sword!" the irritable defeated soldier who spoke first shouted.

Jier explained: "That won't do; having a sword in hand means the current situation is an equal negotiation between you and me, and for the safety of these women, I am willing to let you go. But once the sword in my hand is also thrown away, wouldn't I become a stupid guy who surrendered under your coercion? I'm not stupid, I won't surrender to you, and I won't accept coercion."

"Fine, fine, you have a point, hurry up and move aside, if you love holding a weapon, then hold it! But don't forget, if you dare to come closer, we will slit the throats of these women! If you have the guts, try coming closer!"

Another defeated soldier shouted, and then the two urged the crying women around them to move.

But they thought of all this too beautifully; these women who had suffered long-term torture were already physically weak, and now being tied together so tightly, it was even more difficult to move.

Jier was amused watching them, and he mocked: "Find any stream, the snails by the water move faster than you."

He walked to the window of the hall on the third floor and looked at the sun outside; it seemed like he was checking the time, but he was actually using the cover of his cloak while moving to quietly hold a captured Throwing Spear in his left hand under his cloak behind him.

With the Long Sword in his right hand, he could kill the two Defeated Soldiers at any moment. But he did not act, still looking for a suitable angle.

Jier looked at the sun and walked back, keeping a distance of several meters from the people huddled together, and continued to mock them: "At this speed of yours, I don't think you'll even reach the village entrance by the end of the day. How about I take a nap while you keep trying to move?"

The two Defeated Soldiers were extremely embarrassed; they had not expected the women to move so slowly while crying and wailing. If this continued, they might really be proven right by the other party; they probably wouldn't reach the village entrance by nightfall, not to mention that these physically weak women could not possibly go without food or water until dark.

"This really was a stupid idea! I told you so!" the first Defeated Soldier to speak whispered to the other Defeated Soldier in the crowd.

"What? Now you're looking down on my idea? Then why don't you use your own clever brain to come up with a brilliant one? I'm the stupid one with the stupid idea, and you're the smart one, so why don't you come up with a smart idea for us?" the other soldier retorted in a low voice.

Listening to their bickering, Jier chuckled inwardly, tilting his head left and right, his feet pacing around the room unconsciously. These seemingly bored, subconscious movements had actually almost allowed him to find the right angle and timing.

'Move a little more, yes, just a little more.'

The distance was still a bit off; Jier only needed to lean his body forward a tiny bit more.

Therefore, Jier said: "What are you two whispering about? Why don't you say it out loud for me to hear?" As he spoke, he took a small step forward.

No one realized how important this step was. Just as Jier finished this step and his position shifted forward by half a meter, at this moment, he was facing the heads of the two enemies, and what was most perfect was that the two enemies' heads were aligned in a straight line with Jier's position, with no female Villagers blocking the path in front or behind.

Now!

Just as the two Defeated Soldiers were about to say something else, and the circle of female Villagers around them were all wailing and lamenting, Jier suddenly moved. His speed was extremely fast, completely exceeding the reaction speed of an ordinary person.

He quickly rotated his body, first swinging the Long Sword in his right hand forward, letting this Spirit weapon follow the force and angle straight toward one enemy's head, and then, after his body turned half a circle, he threw a Throwing Spear. For this weapon, Jier focused his spirit, ensuring the angle and force of the thrown spear were exquisite, avoiding the heads of the female Villagers in front and behind, and hitting only the enemy's skull.

Swish, crack-crack!

Two explosive sounds rang out almost simultaneously! Following the explosions, the skulls of the two Defeated Soldiers were more than half destroyed, and their bodies collapsed into the crowd as they lost control. The weapons they were tightly gripping also fell, startling the surrounding female Villagers into a series of screams.

It was no wonder these people screamed; no one could have imagined that one second they were vicious enemies, and the next second, the heads of these vicious enemies had more than half disappeared. Brain matter and blood splattered, and everyone nearby had quite a bit of these terrifying things on their faces and hair.

Jier smiled with satisfaction, clapping his hands as if celebrating the successful rescue of these female Villagers, or perhaps celebrating his own exquisite strike just now.

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