Leonhardt flipped the one-handed sword in his hand, knocked away the opponent's weapon, and kicked him out. Before the opponent could stand still, his throat was slit by a nearby guard, and he fell to the ground struggling in pain and powerlessness. .
Looking around was filled with blood and corpses, Leonhardt gasped slightly, and the hand holding the sword was shaking imperceptibly.
This was the first time he had participated in such a naked fight. Although his combat prowess is not bad, in the past Leonhardt served as a commander. This is how the veterans of the Guards took care of him.
Leonhardt has just turned fifteen this year. With the support of the veteran guards, he served as captain of the imperial guard seven years ago, when he was only eight years old.
No matter how talented you are at this age, it is not the age to go into battle to kill the enemy. Therefore, although he served as the captain of the imperial capital guard, Leonhardt was in a stage of being protected by the guard team and studying crazily for a long time.
Fortunately, due to his strong sense of crisis, crazy attitude and sufficient talent, he quickly became a qualified commander, and his combat ability also became considerable in a relatively short period of time.
However, his instructor never allowed him to kill anyone with his own hands.
On the one hand, it was because the old men in the guard were taking care of him, and on the other hand, the situation inside and outside the empire had become quite stable under the governance of the regent. The army was rarely dispatched, let alone the highest-ranked Imperial Guard.
Even though Leonhardt has been paying attention to tempering his will and is now a good hand in combat, he is still an ignorant child when it comes to the most primitive, blood-soaked fighting.
Perhaps in one-on-one situations, under special conditions, he can make up his mind to kill his opponent, but fighting one-on-one and fighting on the battlefield are completely different concepts!
At the beginning of the battle, he didn't hold anything back and killed several assassins.
Because this was an enemy who came to kill him and harm his relatives and friends, Leonhardt could do it without any psychological burden.
But not long after, the hand holding the hilt of the sword began to loosen and tremble, his attention began to become disordered, and his breathing that had been kept steady began to become rapid.
After all, Leonhardt is not a warrior who has experienced blood and fire. Even if he has excellent combat skills, he cannot become an executioner.
His will still needs to be tempered and his heart polished.
Only then did Leonhardt understand how naive he was in the past when he thought he could rival the veteran of the Guards.
Looking at the dying enemy at his feet, he couldn't help but think about the reason why the opponent was fighting.
Excuting an order?
As a last resort?
Or is it to protect his family from persecution?
"..."
A sharp blade came from the side, Leonhardt dodged in time, and his body's conditioned reflex urged him to lift the sword and stab the opponent's vitals.
His movements were not fast, but the opponent was still hit.
The moment he fell, Leonhardt saw...relief in the opponent's eyes?
Leonhart's eyes widened little by little.
What's this?
what is this?
"..."
A guard squad leader came to Leonhart's side and stood with his back facing him. The squad leader is tall and tall, two heads taller than Leonhardt, and his body is relatively like a screen.
"Captain!" There is no room for too much concern in the battle, and these two words are enough to express the captain's thoughts.
"……Um."
Leonhart let out a breath.
"It doesn't matter."
Now is not the time to be sentimental. The difference in numbers is ultimately a flaw, and the other party has to kill people like himself.
To ensure safety, uniform methods are simply not feasible and the only option is to kill!
"Be careful with the enemy." Leonhardt raised his head, the confusion in his green eyes dissipated. "According to His Highness's speculation, these people are just dead soldiers. The enemy will only launch a large-scale attack after confirming that there is no ambush."
Seeing that he had figured it out, the squad leader showed a smile on his face: "Yes."
Half of the dead soldiers who first emerged had been killed by now, and the alleyway was filled with a pungent and unpleasant smell.
Leonhardt did not retreat, but took a deep breath to concentrate.
absolute!
absolute! !
War must be avoided! ! !
He tightly grasped the hilt of the one-handed sword and continued to face the enemy.
"Click——"
Suddenly, with a strange noise, more enemies emerged from the narrow alleyway. The expressions of these people were not as rigid as those who appeared at the beginning, but they were extremely fanatical, and they were shouting and cheering, so loud that the ground was shaking.
Soon they engaged the escort, and their momentum actually suppressed the escort for a while.
However, there was no trace of nervousness on the face of the team leader next to Leon Hart, and he said: "The hidden rat finally came out... Captain!"
Unlike the slightly excited squad leader, Leonhardt felt something was wrong.
He said to the team leader: "Tip your feet for me."
The squad leader lowered his body without any hesitation.
Leonhardt stepped on his shoulder deftly and looked away.
"...The number of people is still wrong." Leonhardt frowned, jumped down and said after confirming the situation.
"How could it be possible? Now that the enemy clearly has the upper hand, there's no reason not to bring all the troops up?" the squad leader asked doubtfully.
When the surrounding guards saw the two officers discussing tactics, they cleared an area for them.
Leonhardt said to the squad leader: "Look at the people who appear now. They shout loudly, but their skills are not as good as the dead soldiers who appeared at the beginning. To suppress us, they only rely on the madness they created..."
Judging from the series of plans by the mastermind behind the scenes, it is unlikely that his final resort was just to rely on numbers to suppress the escort team.
Granted, the Guardians have been through a string of battles. But you must know that in order to ensure safety, most of the two hundred people brought out by Leonhardt were the team members who had fought with the Prince Regent in the first place. This battle was not enough to consume much of their energy, and they had just rested.
The team leader understood what Leonhardt meant: "But there are already more than five hundred people here now. Including attracting the security forces, where did they get so many people?"
Leonhardt recalled the report of the security army officer and said: "They have absorbed the surrounding bandits. It is not surprising that the number of people exceeds expectations, but it should not be too much..."
As he said this, he had a prediction in his mind: "I'm afraid they have a group of elites whose number is almost the same as ours hidden at the end!"
In hand-to-hand street fighting, the party in the outer circle has more initiative on whether to fight or flee.
If the enemy really has a group of elites hiding, then the sovereignty of the battle is in their hands!
This is something Leonhardt absolutely doesn’t want to see!
Leonhardt's words surprised the team leader, but he quickly sneered in a low voice: "Elite? Haha... I understand."
He adjusted his expression, the extraneous expression on his face disappeared, and entered a calm fighting state, but his tone was a little urgent and shouted: "Gather the formation to protect the carriage!!"
The guard's defensive circle suddenly shrank a bit and became tighter. With the mutual cooperation between the team members, it is like an insurmountable chasm.
Although the enemy was charging without fear of death, they were unable to waver in this line of defense. Even under the dual influence of the surrounding environment and the murderous eyes of the escorts, some of the enemies felt fear in their hearts, causing them to hesitate in their actions. Scratched by one of his own.
At the beginning, the enemy's advantage disappeared instantly, and the situation became stalemate. The changes in the area of the lane occupied by the two parties became smaller and smaller. In the end, although the enemy was still fighting hard, they were the only ones who fell to the ground. !
Slowly, fewer and fewer people are willing to rush forward, and more people just stand there and stare at the escort, and some are still looking at each other...
"Deng, Deng, Deng——"
In the alleyway that was gradually quieting down, the sudden sound of neat footsteps was extremely obvious.
Leonhart perked up.
coming!
The enemy's last trump card! !
