Chapter 8

"My Lord, he is also a knight and squire." the guard leader turned and lowered his voice to explain to his master; "There is absolutely no need for us to argue with a knight and squire. After all, it was ordered by the Baron himself."

"Damn it, it's just a fallen knight's retinue. He doesn't even have his own servant. You need to care there?" the young knight's retinue pulled off his waist sword and instructed kukas excitedly. "Pick up your weapon and let's duel with fairness and justice between the Knights!" after that, he raised his chin proudly, Beckoned kukas to pick up the shovel and duel with him.

"Don't say anything because you are ordered not to duel with me. Today, whether you like it or not, you will duel with me. If you take the initiative, duel with me alone; if I take the initiative, you will face a hundred soldiers."

"What an idiot." after hearing the words of the knight's retinue, kukas saw the excitement on the other side's face, and knew that today's event was absolutely unavoidable.

With a ferocious smile, he pulled the ox horn Tomahawk from his waist. He didn't answer, so he took the axe and didn't get on the horse, but rushed towards the young squire sitting on the horse.

"Protect the master." the guard leader shouted.

At his command, a soldier held up a heavy solid wood shield to block kukas on the road of charging, trying to stop kukas or force him to change his route, so as to slow down the charging speed, so as to give his master enough time to prepare.

"You don't follow the rules, the duel between knights is not like this." the young knight's squire raised the knight's long sword, but he didn't react for a moment. His face changed greatly and shouted hurriedly that kukas's actions were not in line with the rules.

"I never tell others the rules." kukas secretly despised each other, but his hands were not slow at all.

A short distance of more than ten meters also took a few breaths for ordinary soldiers, while kukas only took one or two breaths to rush over. He did not change his route, nor did he use an ox horn Tomahawk to split the solid wood shield, but hit it with his shoulder.

Hearing the dull sound of "Dong!", the soldier holding a solid wood shield was like a fragile paper blown up by the strong wind, and was knocked out by kukas in an instant.

The two finger thick solid wood shield was hard hit into pieces by kukas, and the soldiers behind were hit by kukas and broke the bones and sternum on their arms.

The soldier fell to the ground and lay on the ground with big mouthfuls of blood. He gasped and wanted to get up from the ground. However, he tried several times, but there was no effect. Finally, he lay powerless on the ground and waited quietly for death. His lungs were pierced by a broken bone, and blood foam gushed out of his mouth. In this case, without priests and doctors, all he had to wait for was death.

After flying the soldier, kukas's speed not only did not slow down, but accelerated a lot.

Another soldier stopped kukas from charging. Although he was still hit by kukas, he finally woke up his master.

"I'll kill you." the knight's retinue shouted, slashing kukas's head with the knight's long sword.

"No one can kill me." kukas roared loudly. After bumping two soldiers one after another, kukas's blood was boiling. He roared excitedly. His ox horn axe was like lightning. He drew a bright arc in the air and cut off the waist of the knight's squire.

The knight's retinue on the horse did not expect that kukas's huge body should have this speed. When he couldn't react, he was severely chopped at his waist by kukas's ox horn Tomahawk.

The bodyguard, weighing more than 30 pounds, was like a lamb facing the butcher's knife. It didn't play a half defensive role at all. It was just torn in an instant.

The sharp and heavy ox horn Tomahawk not only tore the half body armor, but also cut off the knight's bodyguard.

Cut the waist! Kukas mastered a killing skill under the guidance of the old knight. The old knight once asserted that no one in the same rank could perfectly block kukas's waist cutting. This waist cut can be said to mobilize the strength of kukas. Even a pair of heavy armor in front of him can't resist kukas's waist cut.

The knight's retinue, who was cut in two, fell under the war horse and wailed bitterly. He struggled to crawl on the ground, trying to find his other half's limbs and put them together. "Call a doctor, call a doctor, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die."

The bleak wail frightened the soldiers, and the recruits lost their weapons and ran away madly.

As soon as a recruit turned and ran away, the guard leader ordered dozens of cavalry to catch up and kill his mother one by one. Kukas took an ox horn Tomahawk and stepped on the chest of the knight's squire.

"Tell me, do you still want to duel with me?" kukas smiled grimly.

It's a pity that the knight's squire was cut off by the waist. Only endless pain and fear occupied his mind. Where is there time to answer the questions of the winner?

"I forgot to tell you that all the people who dueled with me died, and none of them survived." here, kukas stepped hard, only heard a click, and forcibly stepped on each other's chest. Under the protection of the sternum, the heart was squeezed into meat sauce.

The body twitched weakly, and then there was no more movement.

"You killed the son of a baron, the only son of a baron." at this time, the leader of the guard led dozens of soldiers to tightly surround kukas. They raised their long guns, carried swords and shields, and stared at kukas nervously.

"If I had the chance, I would kill the Baron and all of his family." kukas sneered with disdain and kicked half of the body in front of the guard leader.

"According to the imperial law, if the owner of the guard dies, the guard has only two options. One option is to go back to the owner's house to report the death and let the owner's relatives and friends dispose of it. No matter whether it is to be a slave or beheaded for burial, there must be no resistance. The other option is to die hard and avenge your own master. Tell me, what choice will you have?" Kukas played with his axe with a careless face.

The battle axe weighing more than 30 pounds was as light as a stick in his hand. It was difficult to wave it at will.

The guard leader looked at the tall man wrapped in a black cloak, the ox horn Tomahawk flying up and down, and the scarred skin exposed outside the armor. He smiled helplessly.

"In fact, there is a third option. I can be a robber, a mob, or even a wandering mercenary. What do you think?"

"It's a good choice, ha ha! I didn't expect you to come up with such a clever way with such a good head." kukas laughed, stretched out his hand and pointed to the soldiers around him and said in a loud voice: "But I'm afraid it's easy to attract people's attention that so many people go to act as robbers and mobs with you. Moreover, there are too few people dead here. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for no one to bury the son of a noble."

"Those without war horses should be buried with him." the guard leader immediately shouted after hearing kukas's words. He made a big gesture. The cavalry quickly separated from the big team and surrounded the infantry and kukas. Some cavalry ran away, stood on the road hundreds of meters away, leveled their long guns and prepared to charge at any time.

"Kill!" kukas shouted wildly. He rushed to the infantry with an ox horn Tomahawk and began the bloody killing.

No one can resist the power of the ox horn Tomahawk when the Tomahawk is wielded. The solid wood shield is like paper in front of the Tomahawk and can be broken in a poke. The inferior leather armor has no defensive effect.

Some soldiers joined forces to attack kukas, while others joined forces to escape. Those who attacked kukas were lucky enough to leave a wound on him, but unlucky enough to be directly hacked to death by him; while those who escaped were all killed by the surrounding cavalry with long guns and swords.

Under the threat of death, a soldier madly carried a long gun and pierced kukas's chest. He didn't care about the other party's ox horn and axe.

Kukas did not evade and let the other party's long gun pierce his body. The long gun hit his chest, but was resisted by the heavy iron plate on his half body armor. The soldier was split in his head by kukas's axe.

In a short period of time, more than 30 infantry died, and the damage they brought to kukas was only more than a dozen wounds that were not too deep.

"If you charge, I can't resist it." after the last infantry was cut off by kukas, he took his axe and laughed. "It's really happy. Why don't you charge? With these soldiers blocking, you are absolutely capable of organizing a strong charge."

Kukas licked the blood on the corner of his mouth and said with a ferocious smile: "I haven't killed so readily for a long time. Ha ha! My blood has boiled. Come on! As a cavalry, you shouldn't be so cowardly. Pick up your long gun, wave your sword and charge!"

Looking at kukas, who had just been killed and wounded, but still wielded an ox horn Tomahawk lightly, the guard leader smiled bitterly in his heart. He couldn't help but rejoice in his initial wisdom.

"Sorry, we're just trying to make a living. There's no need to work for the dead." after the guard leader said this, he turned his horse's head and led the remaining forty or fifty cavalry to run in the opposite direction of kukas.