"!"

I endured the pain, the tearing pain almost made me faint, my legs were so heavy that I trembled and almost fell to my knees.

"Sir! Are you okay! ”

Just as I was about to fall to the ground, Bliss arrived close behind me, grabbed me by the arm and lifted me up.

I smiled wryly at him, and he told me afterwards that my face was as white as the salt piled together.

"Bryce, leave me alone."

I was still convinced that I still had enough strength to fight, so I stood up and pushed Brice away, patted him on the shoulder, and said to him, "Anyway, gather all the soldiers who have been disorganized, as long as we hold each other tightly, the Germans will not be able to beat us!" ”

Bliss bit her lip and nodded heavily, retracting her horn, drawing her iron sword and rushing forward, leaving me behind. I also thought about just lying down like this, and the rest was left to fate, but my conscious consciousness is telling me that I can't stop, I can't just miss the chance to live. I got up again, gritted my teeth, and ran again.

In front of him, in the midst of the chaos, a brutal Germanic mercenary who had just defeated our Roman soldiers, this guy was extremely brutal and amazingly powerful, and he used brute force to cut down the Roman soldiers who stood in his way by slashing his shield. Before the poor soldier could fall to the ground or have a chance to scream or call for help, the Germanic man fell with an axe and cut off his head.

Retracting the axe, the first thing he saw when he looked up was me, and I quickly stopped, and I have to mention that what I saw clearly in his eyes at that time was a trace of surprise followed by surprise, a surprise of great surprise. He must have known that the horned helmet on my head represented an officer, and he saw the wound on my chest, which was still slowly oozing blood, so it meant that in his eyes, I was vulnerable.

"You must be thinking, is it another human head waiting for you to come and get it?"

With a mocking expression, I leaned down and flapped my shield forward, trying to show him that I was not afraid of him.

As if reading what I meant, the Germanic mercenary puffed out his chest and fiddled with the blood-stained axe back and forth with his right hand, responding to me with the same mocking gesture. I knew there was no way back, so I made a good move and slowly moved forward, silently thinking to myself, hoping that this precious fighting skill that the battle-hardened Luga left for me would help me in my next fight!

I approached him slowly, but he unhurriedly put away his axe and made a gesture with his right hand to me, motioning for me to attack first.

This was a blatant provocation, and he thought that I could not have any combat effectiveness after being so badly injured. But I don't think so.

I tentatively took two steps forward, and I was about to attack, and I was going to see if this guy really didn't take me seriously. Sure enough, this tentative action of mine did startle him, and he quickly drew his axe and raised his shield forward, his expression changing from disdain to solemnity. It is true that in the situation of fighting for life, no one dares to take it lightly.

I took two steps back, keeping enough distance from the Germanic man to cushion me, and the Germanic approached me just as tentatively, fiddling with the axe in his hand back and forth, pressing in step by step. In such a cold weather, his two arms and arms were exposed, revealing clearly striped muscles, he was really a man who was not afraid of the cold!

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

As I moved, I comforted myself in my heart, weighed the cavalry sword in my hand, and breathed heavily, for the wound was in my chest, and it was like adding fuel to the fire in this up-and-down situation, and the pain was difficult for me to restrain on the surface.

No, the Germanic man saw my unquenchable pain, and he grinned, swinging the axe in his hand closer and closer. His mouth was still talking a bunch of incomprehensible Semitic words, and it was not difficult to see from his expression that he thought he had won.

"Come on, you idiot!"

Here I flapped my shield, roared at him, and swung my sword at him, and did the only thing I could understand was wiping my neck.

This time I completely enraged the Germanic man, he roared, bowed down and pounced on me like a bear, and when I saw that the situation was not good, I quickly raised my shield and put my whole body against the shield, in a vain attempt to resist the Germanic attack with my existing physical strength.

"Boom!"

It turned out that I was still too naïve, and under the complete physical superiority, I was knocked out by the Germanic man and flew several meters to the ground, the pain of falling to the ground and the pain of being jerked on my chest was indescribable, and I almost lost the strength to stand up.

I was struggling on the ground, laughing at myself for the childish and ridiculous decision I had just made.

I held my right hand on the ground, because my left hand had just been hit and was completely numb, and I couldn't move, and I didn't know where the horned helmet fell.

As if he saw the goddess of victory waving at him, the Germanic people danced excitedly, shouted a bunch of incomprehensible words, and approached me step by step.

"Grass, that's bad luck!" I turned and lay on the ground, unconvinced, and let the Germanic man easily win. He walked slowly, probably because he didn't think I had the strength to fight him.

Feeling my body move slightly, I struggled to my feet, my actions causing the Germanic man's eyes to widen in surprise.

I wasn't going to test anything more this time, so I gritted my teeth and swung my sword straight at him.

As a battle-hardened mercenary, I suddenly lunged at him, but he was surprised and immediately raised his shield and hid behind my body.

"Dang!"

The cavalry sword slashed at his shield, and my mouth tingled, and at that moment the Germanic man swung his shield violently and flicked my cavalry sword away.

I screamed that something was wrong and quickly turned sideways, and at that moment the axe in the hand of the Germanic man was slashed in front of my eyes.

Holding back the pain in my chest, I used my left hand to slam my shield into the arm of the axe that had fallen from the Germanic man.

"Ahh

The scream shook my ears to the point of deafness, and I saw the Germanic man roaring up to the sky, but the arm that had been struck had no intention of retracting it.

This strong man, his arm as thick as my calf, I don't have that much strength to break it.

So, here's where it gets interesting.