In any case, in a country like Ridenburg, the sword that Brando got out of the car is indeed shocking, enough to shock everyone who is unpredictable and eager to move, and even put these people behind the murderous sword. Even the throat seems to be stuck-I can only stand on one side obediently. For a while, although the traffic was still congested on the street, everyone understood that the carriage was an awkward guy, and instead tacitly kept a delicate distance from the carriage.
The corpses of the two hapless ghosts were also placed under the carriage in such a grand manner. The young man didn't say how to deal with it. Naturally, other people didn't dare to cross over and just pretended not to see them. What's more, the two corpses are a deterrent in themselves—the people who came up behind looked at the corpses, and then at the wagon that seemed to be independent of the world in the crowd, and suddenly understood where to go and where not to go.
Brando, who was sitting in the carriage, was also worried. He was wondering where Freya was and why didn't he come
But the worry in his heart was not written on his face, he turned his head and looked outside. At this time, a group of fierce people followed behind the carriage, and those who stood in their way were pushed aside, and the slightest resistance was a severe beating.
"It's really a wave of unrest, and another wave." Brando frowned, placing one hand on the sword alertly.
"Who are they?" Charles asked while looking outside.
"Merchant in the city." The carriage driver was scared enough at first. When Brando drew his sword to kill someone, he was so scared that he wanted to abandon the car and run away. He wouldn't react a little bit at this moment-the stronger the adult, he The greater the chance of survival, isn't it
"It seems that he is also a bully." Brando looked at the performance of these people, and then looked at the face of the carriage driver who was clearly disapproving, but didn't dare to say a word, and he knew who they were outside.
"Your colleague doesn't look like a good person, little Roman." He turned around and said.
"It's okay." Little Roman sat next to him—with an expression on my face that was safe.
During the conversation, the group of people had already arrived near the carriage. At first they seemed to be planning to snatch Brando's carriage, but when they saw the two corpses outside the carriage, their expressions changed. They are different from those before. These businessmen and their guards have winks, knowing who can be bullied and who is best not to mess with.
They hesitated for a moment, then pushed on. However, these guards are used to bullying and bullying on weekdays, and they are not serious about starting at a critical moment. Soon many people were squeezed to the side of Brando’s carriage-soon a middle-aged man was pushed down and bumped into him. The forehead slammed into the wheel of the carriage, and blood flowed suddenly.
"Father!" An immature, alarmed voice sounded from the crowd.
The middle-aged man groaned, and climbed up on the carriage, and rushed to the guard who pushed him. The guard was caught by him and fell into the crowd.
The crowd was suddenly in an uproar.
The middle-aged man immediately turned and ran into the crowd, and a little boy pulled up his hands and turned and ran. But how could those escorts allow him to be presumptuous here? He had just found his son when he was overwhelmed by those people from behind.
"Let go of my father!" The little boy was anxious, crying while pushing away the guard who was pressing on the middle-aged man. But how could he have this ability, being pushed aside by the opponent with a wave of his hand.
The guard who was knocked down to the ground finally got up at this moment. While cursing loudly, he drew out his sword and walked over, grabbing the middle-aged man’s hair with one hand and twisting his head, yelling, "Hunky, Don't want to live anymore, do you? I will fulfill you today."
The middle-aged man shuddered and struggled unwillingly, but was suppressed by the opponent's accomplices and couldn't move. The people around turned their heads abruptly when they saw this scene. Although it was inevitable that there was some sadness in their hearts, no one dared to stand up.
The guard raised his sword while full of slurs. Before he could stab it down, a sword wind swept open the carriage door, split it into two pieces, and shot it straight out. The transparent ripples that swept past didn't just hit the sword in the guard's hand, let it fly out with a clatter and stuck it on a wooden door not far away-the guard suddenly screamed, and he held his bloody hand. , The palm of his hand has been cut off.
And this sudden change made the other party's comrades startled, and subconsciously drew their swords. Brando also drew his sword out of the carriage, and on the spot, a long sword slammed out of its sheath.
"Who are you?" the businessman behind asked in a shrill voice, and he also saw the extraordinaryness of Brando's sword. However, he saw that he was a young man, and when he saw that he was not dressed like a nobleman, his vigilance was naturally reduced a lot. After all, this businessman has only squatted in Ridenburg his whole life, and has little knowledge. If he were a nobleman, he would at least recognize the threat of Brando's sword.
Brando glanced at him, not too lazy to say a word to the scumbag.
However, his sword changed his position. Those who have been oppressed before are old and young, men and women, and they have long been unfamiliar with what the other party is doing, but they don’t have the ability or the courage to resist. Now there is someone who seems able to stand up. When they came out, they subconsciously chose to stand on Brando's side.
Brando not only became their savior, but also a natural leader. As a result, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became subtle. The businessman had to bully fewer people because of the number of people at first, but seeing the crowd surrounding Brando, he suddenly became a little undecided.
A flock of sheep is not terrible, but it would be different if there was a lion leading it. Brando is now the group of lions leading the sheep.
Of course, if the businessman wanted to know that Brando could kill him these mobs two or three times by himself, he probably wouldn't think so. He was hesitant in his heart, and the wailing of the guard who had broken his hand on the ground made him upset.
At this time, another team also came to the field. Brando saw the opponent's attire and recognized that this was Ridenberg's security cavalry.
Because Ridenberg is stationed by the Whitemane Corps and a swordsman regiment, it is a garrison, so there is no garrison. Local public security Qingxiang is generally completed by local guards and security cavalry, but these two units are actually not officially organized, and both belong to the local aristocratic assembly. In the early years, the appearance of local guards and security cavalry was also a manifestation of the growth of local power.
However, most of these non-professional local troops have become local hegemons. Compared with them, the businessman before is probably considered a law-abiding citizen. In Brando's memory, the most ridiculous thing is that the local guards and the security cavalry in Ridenburg even hated each other, and they have developed to the point where they hire players to grab territory.
When he did this series of tasks before, he had a deep memory. So now seeing these people, I subconsciously have some disgust.
"What are you doing here, fighting in the street?" The captain of the tall horse cavalry put on airs when he opened his mouth. He glanced sideways at the businessman, the expression on his face loosened a little: "Isn't this Mr. Makov, the great dye dealer of Bonoan, how is your business?"
Makov smiled and nodded without a smile: "Fortunately, Captain Ulliel. There is a person here who killed someone in the street and injured me. What do you think is good?"
The captain of the cavalry frowned, and he wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail this guy in peacetime, but now that the city is about to die, there is no extra thought. However, he is used to domineering, he still subconsciously put on a condescending attitude: "Who are you?"
Brando glanced at him and said nonsense: "Dune."
The cavalry captain frowned and looked at Brando suspiciously. But at this time, there was a commotion behind the crowd, and one or two horrified screams sounded from behind: "Monster, monster! There are so many monsters behind!"
"It's the undead, everyone, run!"
Madara's advance troops have arrived.
The advancing speed of the people behind suddenly accelerated, and it was inevitable that Makov's guards and Ulliel's men in front of them would inevitably be affected by the push. But how could these guards let the people behind squeeze in front, suddenly picked up the sheathed sword and beat the head of the rushing person lifelessly, and the people behind couldn’t move in and couldn’t retreat for a while, crying and crying. Suddenly resounded.
Ulliel frowned when he saw it. He was different from the hillbilly businessman, he had seen the world somehow. Knowing that the blockage cannot be blocked in this situation, he could only find another way, but his eyes quickly fell on the people in front of him.
"You," he pointed to Brando: "You get the carriage, and you, come and block the road! The others get out of the way and let us go ahead!"
When he said this, the civilians behind Brando were taken aback. Originally, what Ulliel and his party did had already made these people secretly dissatisfied. They put on a pretence that they didn’t care about their lives and used their swords to block those who fled in the back. Although these people didn’t say anything, they were all in the hearts of refugees. But it is inevitable that there will be lingering fears.
"Why?" Someone asked dissatisfiedly in the crowd.
"Nonsense." Ulliel let his hands open, and the sword was unsheathed: "As a citizen of Ridenburg, it is your duty to help the security cavalry to maintain order. Why, do you want to resist?"
Everyone looked at the cavalry lined up, the long swords were cold and cold-and then looked at the street behind it that was caught in a raging fire-the blue flames were indescribable, especially when there were some bones in the rising smoke. The shadow of is looming, and for a while, I don't know how to answer it.
All eyes fell on Brando.
"Fuck, it's not easy to be a birdie." Brando suddenly felt uncomfortable. However, he looked at the civilians who were being stopped by Makov's guards on the other side of the sword, and seeing the hopeless brilliance in their eyes, he couldn't help sighing secretly.
In any case, half of his soul comes from modern times after all. In his bones, he represents a civilized, orderly and peaceful society. This is one of his greatest prides and should never be trampled on.
He leaned forward slightly and entered the most basic attack position in Eruin's military swordsmanship:
"I made dozens, count to ten. If you still don't roll, don't blame me for being rude."
Brando replied lightly.
Everyone is startled—
Especially Ulliel and Makov, they almost thought they had a problem with their ears. The cavalry captain almost felt that he had been slapped in front of him. He couldn't help but become angry. He didn't even need the basic fig leaf, and shouted, "Kill him!"
The cavalry raised their swords aloft and swarmed up.