Vol 2 Chapter 5

Act V confrontation

In any case, in a country like Ridenburg, the sword that Brando got off was truly shocking, enough to shock every imaginative and tempting person on the left and right, even after these people killed the sword Even his throat seemed to be stuck-he could only stand on one side obediently. For a time, although the traffic was still congested on the street, everyone understood that the carriage was a bad guy, and they kept a meticulous distance from the carriage.

And the bodies of the two unlucky ghosts were so grandly placed under the carriage. The young man didn't say how to deal with it. Others naturally didn't dare to go any further, only pretending not to see it. Moreover, the two corpses are a kind of deterrent-the people coming up look at the corpses, and then look at the wagon that seems to be independent from the rest of the crowd, and immediately understand where to go and where not to go.

Brando, who was sitting in the carriage, was equally worried. He wondered 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 blocked their way were pushed aside. A little resistance was a beating.

"It's really a wave, and waves are rising again." Brando frowned, placing one hand on the sword alertly.

"Who are they?" Shire looked out and asked.

"Businessman in the city." The coachman was scared at first. When Brando pulled his sword and killed, he was so scared that he wanted to abandon the car and run away. He wouldn't react again at this moment--the more powerful the adult, The greater his chances of survival, isn't it?

"It also seems to be a bully bully." Brando looked at the performance of these people, and then saw the coachman's face clearly disapproving, but did not dare to say a word, and knew who was outside.

"Your colleague doesn't look like a good guy, little Roman." He said again.

"It doesn't matter." Little Roman sat next to him-a look of safety on my face.

During the conversation, the group had come near the carriage. At first they seemed to be trying to **** Brando's carriage, but when they saw the two bodies outside the carriage, their faces changed. They are different from those before. These businessmen and their guards have a wink, knowing who can be oppressed and who is best not to mess with it.

They hesitated, then pushed forward. However, these guards are usually used to bully and bully, and they are not important at the critical moment, and many people are soon crowded to the Brando carriage-soon a middle-aged person is pushed down and bumped over His head hit the wheel of the carriage, and blood suddenly flowed.

"Father!" A tender, panic sounded from the crowd.

The middle-aged man hummed, and climbed up on the carriage, rushed towards the guard who pushed him, and the guard was caught by surprise and fell into the crowd.

There was a sudden uproar.

The middle-aged man immediately turned around and ran into the crowd. A little boy pulled up and ran. However, how could those escorts allow him to be arrogant here, he had just found his son and was thrown up by those people and overwhelmed to the ground.

"Let go of my father!" The little boy was anxious, crying and pushing away the guard who pressed on the middle-aged man. But how could he have this ability, being pushed away by the opponent with a wave of his hand.

The guard who was knocked to the ground finally got up. He cursed loudly and pulled out his sword. He grabbed the middle-aged man's hair with one hand and twisted his head. Don't want to live, do you? I'll fulfill you today. "

The middle-aged man was stunned and unwilling to struggle, but he could not move even when he was suppressed by his partner. Everyone around them saw this scene and don't overdo it. Although some rabbits are inevitably sad and desolate, no one dares to stand up.

The guard raised his sword full of swear words, and before it could be stabbed, a sword wind swept the door of the carriage, divided the door into two pieces, and shot straight out. The sweeping transparent ripple is not just a sword in the hand of the flying guard, let it 'fly' out and insert it on a wooden door not far away-the guard screamed suddenly, he held his **** The palms of the hands and palms have been cut off.

This sudden change surprised the other party members and unconsciously pulled out the sword. Brando also pulled out his sword and got out of the carriage, and a long sword squirmed out loud on the spot.

"Who are you?" The businessman asked, screaming sharply, and he saw the extraordinaryness of Brando's sword. However, when he saw that he was a young man, he looked at him again like a nobleman, and his vigilance naturally eased a lot. In the end, the businessman was only squatting in Ridenburg for a lifetime, and had little knowledge. If he was a nobleman, at least he would recognize the threat of Brando's sword.

Brando glanced at him, too lazy to talk to the man.

However, his sword changed his position. Those who were oppressed before, old and young, men and women, have long been accustomed to what the other person did, but they do n’t have that ability and the courage to resist. Now there is a person who looks capable. When they came out, they subconsciously chose to stand by Brando's side.

Brando became not only their savior, but also a natural leader. So the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became subtle. At first, the businessman had to rely on more people to bully less people. But when he saw the crowd around Brando's back, he suddenly had no idea.

A flock of sheep is not terrible, but it would be different if a lion led it. Brando was now the lion that was leading the sheep.

Of course, if the businessman wanted to know that Brando was the one who could kill him like a couple of people again and again, he would probably not think so. He was hesitant in his heart, and the wailing of the guard who broke his hand also disturbed him.

And at this time, another team came to the field. As soon as Brando looked at the opponent's attire, he recognized that it was the security cavalry of Ridenburg.

Because Ridenburg has a Swordsman Regiment in the Whitebeards Corps, it is a garrison, so there is no guard. Local public security Qingxiang is usually completed by local guards and public security cavalry, but these two units are not officially organized and belong to the local aristocratic council. In the early years, the emergence 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 may be a good law-abiding citizen. In Brando's memory, the most ridiculous thing is that the local guards and security cavalry in Rittenberg even hate each other, and they have developed to hire players to grab the land.

When he used to do this series of tasks, he had a deep memory. So now when you see these people, you have a subconscious aversion.

"What are you doing here, fighting in the streets?" The cavalry captain of the tall Malaysian horse opened his mouth and put his feet on the shelf. He squinted at the businessman with a slightly loose expression on his face: "Isn't this Mr. Markov, Bonoan's big dye dealer, how is your business?"

Markov Pi nodded with a smile. "It's okay, Captain Ulliel. There is a man here who killed someone on the street and hurt my people. What do you think is good?"

The captain of the cavalry frowned. He would have the opportunity to blackmail this guy in peacetime, but now the city was ruined and there was no extra thought. However, he is used to prestige and blessing on a weekday, he still subconsciously puts forward a condescending attitude: "Who are you?"

Brando glanced at him and said casually, "Duane."

The cavalry captain frowned and looked at Brando suspiciously. But at this time, there was a sudden commotion behind the crowd, and a terrified scream screamed at the back: "Monster, monster! There are many monsters behind!"

"It's the undead, everyone run away!"

The advance of Madara arrived.

The speed of the advance of the people behind suddenly accelerated, and it was inevitable that the pushing would spread to the guards of Markov and Ulliel's men in front. But how could these guards let the people behind come to the front, suddenly took the sheathed sword and knocked on the head of the person who rushed up, and the people behind could not enter and retreat for a while, and could not retreat, crying. Suddenly a ring.

Ullir frowned when he saw it. He was different from the hunk businessman, and he had seen some things. Knowing that this situation can't be blocked, he can only think of another way, but his eyes quickly fall on the people in front of him.

"You," he pointed to Brando, "you get the carriage over, and you, come over and block the road! Others let go, let's go ahead!"

As he said, the civilians behind Brando were suddenly stunned. Originally, the actions of Yuliel's party have made these people secretly dissatisfied. They put on a look of indifference to life with swords to stop those who fled behind. Although the front people did not speak, they were also refugees But it is inevitable that there is a fear.

"Why?" Someone asked dissatisfied in the crowd.

"Nonsense." Ulliel let his men open up, and his sword came out. "As a citizen of Rittenberg, it is the obligation to help the security cavalry to maintain order. Why, you want to resist?"

Everyone looked at the lined cavalry, the long swords were cold and light-and then look at the streets caught in a raging fire behind-the blue flames were strange, especially in the smoke rising. The shadows of some bones were looming, but I didn't know how to answer them for a while.

All eyes fell on Brando.

"Fuck, the early bird is really not good." Brando suddenly felt uncomfortable. But he looked at the civilians who were being blocked by Markov's guard on the other side of the sword, and saw the desperate gleam in their eyes, but couldn't help sighing secretly.

After all, half of his soul comes from modern times, and his bones represent a civilized, order-oriented and peaceful society. This is one of his greatest pride and must not be trampled on.

He leaned forward slightly and entered the most basic attack posture in Alluin's military sword art:

"I made dozens of sounds and counted to ten. If you haven't rolled yet, don't blame me.

Brando answered lightly.

Everyone is stunned--

Especially Uliel and Markov, they almost thought that there was something wrong with their ears. The captain of the cavalry almost felt he was slap in the face, he couldn't help being irritated, even the basic shame was gone, and shouted, "Kill him!"

The cavalry held up its long sword and swarmed up.