The crowded and narrow indoor environment is not suitable for the use of spears, so the elite soldiers who come here all use one-handed long swords.
Henry's threatening warning had no effect. Following Medello's order, the elite soldiers launched another attack.
The remaining two of the three people who came in from the window on the left attacked side by side. Ignoring the unconscious Mira and Ferry, they covered each other and attacked Henry's exposed back. They lowered their center of gravity to hide their fragile necks. position, both long swords adopted a mid-section style and stabbed towards Henry's lower back.
The three elite soldiers on this side of the door respectively adopted the upper "angry style" downward slash, the middle "long style" thrust, and the lower "fool style" straight thrust.
The targets of the three swords were the shoulder collarbone of Henry's right hand holding the sword, the vulnerable part of the leather armor on the central axis of the body, and the knee of his right foot.
The five dazzling long swords were like the edge of a bear trap and like the big mouth of a dragon, closing towards Henry at the center. The advantage of multiple people against a single person was clearly revealed at this moment. Their simultaneous attacks covered all areas where the sage was, and the small space in the room also made it impossible for him to resort to evasive means such as throwing down or rolling that could quickly distance him——
It seems that all efforts have been made.
"..." Henry stood there, not evading.
The status of Crant's elite noble soldiers is roughly equivalent to that of the sergeants of Silvalier and Avenella, but this class has also absorbed some of the characteristics of the Laman Legion. They do not follow the knights but are responsible for the great nobles themselves. The knights Squires will simply become knights instead of elite soldiers. These people learn a simple version of noble swordsmanship. Long-term training in batches and years of war give them the ability to attempt to pose a threat to the sages.
--attempt.
There is a saying among real swordsmen - if you don't know how to use a sword for close combat, then you are only half a swordsman.
An inferior swordsman can only swing with brute force when holding a sword. A swordsman with one foot in the door knows how to use the most damaging part of the sword to attack the enemy. And the truly outstanding swordsmen - in the hands of these true teacher-level swordsmen, who are respected as sword masters, a sword is a weapon from the tip to the weighted ball.
"Qiang-" Henry did not turn around, he turned Kramer upside down and stabbed the sword blade back from his armpit.
"Ding - Cang -" The blade of the big sword, which was more than 110 centimeters long, played its due role at this time. The two elite soldiers rushing behind were forced back by the shining blade and pulled away again. distance. But at the same time, the fastest "long" thrust in front was already in front of him, and Henry could not in any case have time to reverse his sword blade to block it - and he did not intend to do so.
"When it shines brightly -" violent sparks flashed in all directions in an instant. The sage directly grabbed the hilt of the sword and thrust forward, using the steel weighted ball at the end to literally "bump" away the opponent's thrust. It missed his own body and finally smashed the entire end of the sword hilt into the opponent's face.
"Poof -" The bridge of his nose was broken in an instant, and blood flowed out. The soldier's momentum was stopped. It was not over yet. The soldier who used the "wrath style" slashing in front of Henry's right attacked again, and the sage seemed to have foreseen it. When this happened, he turned around and passed by the sword that was slashing down hard with a whistling sound——
"Ding——! Cang!" The one-handed sword that still had its remaining momentum hit the marble floor heavily, and the tip of the sword fell off in a shower of sparks. The elite soldier struggled to pull himself up, but Henry stepped hard on his hands holding the sword, causing him pain to let go of the sword. Then he struggled to lift his right leg and used the leather boot tip to touch the opponent's chin. Comes a close encounter.
"Click -" The jaw and cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound of bone dislocation. The elite soldier flew backwards and rolled his eyes in mid-air.
"Ah -" The heavy body wearing half-armor directly hit the last elite soldier, causing him to tilt to the side before the attack aimed at Henry's thigh touched him.
"Fuck me!" All this happened in a blink of an eye. Even Medello's brief words ordering more elite soldiers at the door to come in for support seemed to have been slowed down - the elite soldiers covered their bleeding noses. After taking a few steps back, the two men who were initially forced back by Henry once again covered each other and attacked side by side - the sage turned around, and then.
A sword thrust out.
"Woo--" The two elite soldiers who noticed the opponent's movements spread out left and right trying to avoid Henry's attack. But faster than them was the movement of the sword in the sage's hand.
Like a technique that only existed in legends, he retracted the thrust with a very small margin in an instant and then thrust out again. The continuous thrusts did not lose their fierceness because of this. The chest of the mercenary on the left was exposed because he turned sideways. The gap on the side of the armor stabbed hard into his chest.
"Pfft--" The mercenary who suffered severe lung damage during the violent breathing coughed out his last breath amidst the stinging sensation. Henry did not draw the sword directly, but lowered his weight with his corpse and showed blue veins in his hands. With all his strength, he threw the entire sword towards the man on the right.
"Bang - Bang - Clang Liang Liang -" The two elite soldiers fell hard and smashed the huge French window on the side. The glass shattered to the ground with crisp and continuous sounds, and blood was stained on many fragments. And Henry turned around again without stopping.
Passing by the right side of the elite soldier who was retreating with his mouth and nose covered, the man who just came in from the corridor also used a "long" thrust - Henry had just turned around, and at this moment he looked completely innocent. To be on guard, the elite soldier lowered his center of gravity, and the opponent did not even have the intention to dodge the swift and violent sword.
It's sure to hit -
"Wh--" The sound that broke through the air was clear and without a trace of noise. Even if Henry judged it, this was a qualified sword.
But as we said before, the "long style" technique, which uses both hands to extend the body and lean forward to thrust, has a big problem, that is, it will expose the range of one's attack.
Although generally speaking, after dodging this move, remember the attack range and use it as the basis for reaction. But in the hands of a teacher-level swordsman, this fact can also be exploited in reverse.
The one-handed sword used by the elite soldiers of the Duke's Palace is the most common style on the west coast, and Mira also uses this type. They were originally swords worn by nobles, and to emphasize the distinction, people often called this style "armed sword". The biggest difference between it and the one-handed swords of Sijing, Raman and Avenela is that the guard is longer and the blade is narrower. This design is to have a certain parry ability when not using a shield. , so it is usually worn as a secondary weapon.
It is easy to judge that the total length of the armed sword is within one hundred centimeters - Henry's turning movement has not completely stopped and the opponent's long sword has reached a distance of less than thirty centimeters in front of his throat - let What makes it difficult to judge the attack distance is not the length of the weapon itself, but the angle at which a person will extend his body to thrust forward and the full length of his arm, because everyone has different body shapes and the clothing can cover you up. It is difficult to judge the length of an opponent's arm with the naked eye.
This means that the so-called method of judging the attack distance through the opponent's every move is only possible in very few situations - very few, such as the current situation.
Let's go back a bit. Recalling some of the original descriptions of Duke Monroe's elite soldiers - "The soldiers inspecting the north gate entrance wore plate armor breastplates with chain mail hems and large integrated shoulder armor" -
Chunky. Integrated shoulder armor.
This detail comes from the full-body plate armor used by knights. It is a special design adopted in order to be able to cope with heavy weapons such as lances when fighting on horseback, while abandoning flexibility to blindly improve defense. This design is used when standing down from a horse. There is nothing wrong with it when it comes to the knight who slashed at his back. But when this Monroe elite soldier, who was not riding a horse but walking, bent down and leaned forward, trying to stretch his hands forward to complete this "long" thrust——
The overly large shoulder armor limits the range of movement of his arms.
"Wha—" The tip of the sword stopped within seven or eight centimeters in front of his throat and was unable to move forward. This "long" thrust, with his hands unable to fully extend, would have been impossible to hit Henry from the start. The sage who has judged this will naturally not retreat because of this and lose a valuable offensive opportunity.
"Uh-" The elite soldier immediately realized that he had made a mistake. The standard long thrust is matched with the footwork of stepping forward with the right foot and pressing the center of gravity. This was originally intended to make it easier for the swordsman to use this move. The ground launched continuous forward attacks, but in this case, the elite soldiers were unable to pull their bodies back quickly——
But even if he didn't choose the "long" thrust. If a mistake is made in front of a swordsman of Henry's level - there will never be a chance to correct it.
"Pfft--" The sage swung out a diagonal swing with one hand and cut off his left hand. Then he stretched out his other hand to hold the sword that had been struck at the top, reversed his hands, and fiercely cut off his left hand. The top of the head falls.
"Boom-bang!"
Standard "roof style" downsplit.
The steel helmet was deeply dented and blood was flowing. The elite soldier's neck and head bones had been shattered, his neck softened and he fell to the ground.
"Monster, monster." The elite soldier covering his mouth and nose said with a pale face while holding a sword in one hand. He was about to step forward, but a voice rang out.
"Stop, Lawrence, you still have a wife and children." Medlow said calmly, then walked out from behind the elite soldiers in the corridor and looked directly at Henry with sharp eyes.
"The price to capture you is not small." The brown-haired knight looked cold. And Henry asked calmly: "With this tone, you are not going to fight me?" The sage, who was stained with a lot of blood but was still calm, asked in a neither high nor low tone, and stood beside him The knight opposite shook his head and did not answer.
"Everyone, stand down." Medello raised a hand, and everyone, including the elite soldier he called Lawrence, obeyed and retreated to both sides of the corridor outside. .
"You remind me of a person." The knight exhaled. His expression softened slightly for a moment, but immediately returned to a sharp look: "You are very strong, indeed very strong, just on the sword. In this city—no, I'm afraid no one in this kingdom can beat you. Even if you bring two people with you, I don't dare to guarantee that I can kill you by sending out the entire mansion."
"But there are many things in this world that are more terrifying than being strong in sword skills." Medlow stared at Henry closely and said word by word: "You have no idea how much muddy water you are stirring up. Shen, mercenary. You are lucky today. You saw something you shouldn't have seen. I also advise you not to go further. Otherwise, I will kill you no matter how high the cost is next time. "
"I must," he said, "kill you."
"Well, can I go then?" Medello's words were extremely cold, and Henry shrugged, grabbed the clothes corner of a dead soldier on the ground and wiped the sword clean. After unsheathing, he picked up Mira and Ferri's equipment.
"..." Medello had a cold face and said nothing. If you look carefully, you can see that the corners of his eyes are twitching, while the sage leisurely picked up the dead bodies on the ground as if he were at home. The two people who were sleeping soundly turned and walked towards the door with one on each shoulder.
"Qiang——" A soldier wanted to pull out his sword. However, Medello forced him back with his ice-like eyes.
"Then let's go. Thank you for the hospitality. Although it was drugged, it tastes pretty good." Henry looked down at the other person and nodded, and then walked past a short distance away from them.
"Wait..." the knight said, and the sage stopped.
"Tell that guy. Stop looking into this."
"He will die." Medlow said without looking back. Henry shrugged. He did not ask who "that guy" was. He just carried the two of them with a big sword on his back and some sundries hanging on his back. Go outside.
"Manager, why did you stop me just now... That man couldn't free his hands. This is an excellent opportunity!" The elite soldier who just tried to draw the sword came closer and argued angrily, and his words were as expected. In exchange, Medello got a cold look.
"If he wants to kill you, he doesn't need a sword."
"Cherish your dog life and live with gratitude." The Knight Master turned around and walked towards the main hall without looking back: "Go and clean the room." He shouted to the maid next to him. After shouting something, the other party bowed respectfully, and Medello walked all the way towards the corridor on the left.
The orange flame of the oil lamp swayed gently, and the unique steel guard at the end of the armed sword on his waist that swayed slightly with his steps as he advanced slowly reflected the faint firelight. Medlow came to the front of his room, and then suddenly punched the wall hard.
"Dong..." The skin of his knuckles was abraded by the rough wall, blood slowly seeped out, and he spoke slowly in a voice that only he could hear, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Vanessa..."
"That idiot still can't let go..."
"If this continues, he will really die."
The firelight flickered in the silent corridor, and the voice of the Knight Master was low and weak.
…
"ha--"
"Ha-wu"
"Haaaah?!"
"Eh?"
"What's going on!" The sleepy young mercenary woke up amidst the regular ups and downs of his footsteps, and he yelled in a hurry, which immediately woke up the girl on the other side.
"Ugh..." Mira rubbed her eyes, and then was in a daze for a while.
"Drugated?" Unlike Feli who screamed, she thought about it for a while and came to a conclusion. "Yeah." Henry answered in simple syllables, and the white-haired Luoan girl frowned.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? When you went to the suspect's house, you could eat the food they gave you with peace of mind. I ate it because you didn't say there was any problem..." She said this, while Ferry beside her slowly spoke. After a while, he changed the topic and started shouting: "Huh? Eh?! Drugged, what kind of drug! What kind of drug!"
"If it's a deadly toxin, I'll tell you." Henry ignored Ferry and answered Mira's question: "And they are secretly observing. If they don't eat it, these people won't take action."
"I want to see what they're going to do."
"But are you okay?" the girl hit the nail on the head.
"I'm special." Henry shrugged. This action caused both of them to slip a little, and Ferry started to scream again.
"...So you sold us out. Mr. Sage is really the worst adult." Although the moonlight was not very bright. But Henry could know that Mira was looking at him with contempt now.
"Yes Yes Yes……"
"And it's time for you to put us down."
"Oh yes, sorry, it was too light and I didn't realize it at all."
"Mr. Sage is really the worst adult." (To be continued.) xh.13
