Chapter 1028: The Regained "Holy Light" (Part 1)

"Be patient!"
Grush, who was hiding in the grass, snorted at the person behind him, then turned his head to look again, and turned his attention to the team walking in the woods.
That was the private soldier of the local lord who came to suppress the'Rebel Army'.
Although only a ten-member squad appeared in their sight now, the woods were occupied by the lord's private soldiers, and they had no place to hide.
As long as the team in front called out to the others, the other private soldiers who were searching for the woods would arrive here in a short time to enclose them.
The expressionless Glush squatted in the grass, with a long sword and a book hanging around his waist. Apart from that, he only had a sturdy body and a linen cloth.
He has ceded his dilapidated armor to the leader of the rebels, thus becoming the commander of this team, and this time his task is to attract the attention of the private soldiers and gather here. At the time, cooperate with other teams to eliminate them.
Although he was followed by more than a dozen people behind him, they all had thin muscles and no much muscle. There were several minor children and several women.
Apart from him, the team he commanded did not have any strong and young men. Except for a few children and women, the others were elderly and even a lame man.
According to the words of the leader of the resistance, their task this time is very simple, only need to attract the attention of a group of soldiers, and drag them on, it is not necessary to fight too much, so there is no other than him Anyone has a decent weapon.
In fact, not many people in the entire rebel army have a decent weapon. If it is not because they cannot use [Ciyang], the leader of the rebel army may ask him to surrender this long Sword-he remembers it very clearly. At that time, the man's eyes shone with greed.
Others crouched behind him tremblingly holding the stick and stared closely at the private soldiers, already holding their breath and daring to look away for half a second.
Grush knew that they were scared, and maybe they already knew in their hearts what their mission was this time-not to attract the attention of the enemy and hold them back, but simply to "death".
Because Grush had talked to them, he knew that there would always be a group of people going out by that first tie every time, and every time the leader returned, that group of people would never return there.
The leader does not want him to stay in the "Rebel Army" because his presence may threaten the position of the leader, so if there is no accident, this time he may be ``dead'' here.
Not only did he lose his identity as "Legend" and "Paladin", he also lost "Holy Light"...
He is no longer a transcendent, but a sturdier mortal who will be injured and die when facing an army.
So, is he going to continue to carry out this round of siege according to the task assigned by the leader?
Grush closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"...You stay here!" he said back to the others, then walked in the direction of their left hand in their dull sight, drilled the grass and appeared in the line of sight of the soldiers.
The team of soldiers also froze for a moment, but then, the ecstasy climbed into the face, "Here! They are here!"
The private soldiers shouted loudly, and then a grin appeared on their faces.
Because of the devil, some civilians gained strength, some chose to resist, some succeeded, and some did not succeed, but succeeded in making the nobles of the Kurt Kingdom panic.
This time, they no longer worry that the'Rebel Army' will continue to exist on their territory, and they will simply send troops to annihilate those'disobedient mud legs'.
As long as a rebel army is killed, whether it is men, women and children, as long as one is killed, they will be rewarded!
Before, they still wanted to go to a village to slaughter a few mud legs to recharge their power. Unexpectedly, one of them now ran out.
The private soldiers grinned and pulled out their weapons. Although the guy in front of him looked relatively strong, he was only a person, even if there were other people ambushing around, but everyone knew that the "disobedient mud legs" were too poor to die. , Where is there money to buy weapons?
The guy in front of me may be a bait to attract their attention, so the equipment is so good-hey, this naive tactic has long been seen by them!
"The sword he carried is mine!" Suddenly, a private soldier shouted, and his greedy eyes were firmly bound by Grush's long sword, and he could no longer look away.
His shouting caused everyone else to look at it, and then everyone gleamed and shouted, "What is yours, whoever robs you!"
"That is, whoever grabs the one who counts! Do not deny it!"
They did not take Glush in their eyes at all, because there was only one person standing opposite them!
Grush's ear moved, heard other movements in the woods, the bird was startled from the tree, it seems that other soldiers were rushing to this side.
With a frown, he pulled out his long sword, holding the hilt in both hands, feeling the heavy weight in his hands, and breathed out.
"Yo? Do you still want to resist?" A private soldier cried in surprise, then raised his weapon and rushed over.
The others didn't do anything, and they watched their colleagues rush over with a smile, and some even prepared to coax.
They are all guarding against the rebels ambushing around them, even if they know that those mud legs can't beat them at all, but it is also very painful to be knocked on them with wooden sticks.
"Footsteps, weak wrists!"
Suddenly, Grush shouted and stunned the private soldiers who rushed past. Then, I saw a silver thread constantly stretched in my eyes, and I was stabbed by the long sword without reacting. Closed his eyes.
"Ah--" The private soldiers only had time to scream, and the body was thrown to the ground by Grush, who twisted his wrist.
The others were startled by him, staring at the corpse and the long sword with blood dripping.
The long sword glowed with cold light, as cold and ruthless as the user.
Grush stepped forward, and the private soldiers were frightened and jumped up, clenching the sword in both hands, and staring at the man with their eyes.
How could it be possible... how could he kill someone so easily?
The hearts of the private soldiers were beating, fear and panic spread in their eyes.
"No, don't be afraid! He has only one person!" Just then, a private soldier stammered, "I, let's go together!"
"Yes, go together! Kill him, kill him!"
"Kill him, come on!"
Other private soldiers responded hurriedly, using words to stimulate their hearts and strengthen their courage.
They moved their footsteps and glanced at others quickly, only to find that they didn't have the tendency to rush up ~EbookFREE.me~ and they kept cursing in their hearts.
Grush didn't speak, because that trick could only be used once, and once it was used once, it would not work well for others.
Next is the moment to compare sword skills and combat experience. With his power, it is not difficult to eliminate these private soldiers in front of him...
"Save, help!"
A scream suddenly came from behind, and Grush shook his body, looked around hurriedly, but saw the dozen people he led running out of the grass in a panic.
His eyes passed by everyone, and he suddenly shuddered in his heart-the lame did not keep up!
"Just like these individuals, you still have to call us, are you stupid?"
Laughter came from that direction, and then a group of soldiers came out from the grass.
Grush's heart sank, because now he is no longer the legendary paladin...