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Chapter 172 Brave Man
Ten minutes later, Mitaokel squeezed out from the end of the crowd - there was more than one road leading to the central area of the city.
This is true even if it is only in the East District.
The number of people crowded together on one street is only about 10,000 to 20,000 at most.
Compared with the previous streets which were crowded with citizens rushing to get in, the street where Mitaokel was now standing seemed particularly desolate.
There was no longer a single pedestrian or vendor on the road. All the shops along the street were closed with their doors and windows tightly shut. From the windows of the two- or three-story buildings, the timid residents cautiously looked at the situation outside.
They obviously weighed the pros and cons and chose the civilians who were in the house with a sense of security, considering the traffic jam.
——At least they had prepared weapons and sturdy doors at home.
If they were exposed on the street, these ordinary people who had never even held the hilt of a sword would undoubtedly be fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered at will.
As Mitaokol took a step forward, he took out the compressed black powder and bluish-white lead bullets from the bag around his waist.
Use the ramrod to push both into the chamber one by one.
Then he took out a steel bayonet and accurately installed it on the buckle at the front end of the gun.
Mitaokal's pace did not slow down, but his inner caution and caution increased.
He looked around. This street that suddenly became deserted and quiet made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.
As he moved forward, he also discovered the sparse number of people remaining on these empty streets.
Some of them wore lightweight half-body plate armor and held long swords and shields, some held a person-high spear in both hands, and others stood at the back, carrying quivers and holding steel crossbows.
They formed small groups, standing in an orderly manner and fearlessly, and it was obvious that they were not citizens defending themselves - but adventurers.
A mid-level bronze-level warrior is only slightly inferior to an orc in strength. With excellent equipment, it is not difficult to hunt an orc one-on-one.
Rather than fighting the orcs head-on with the civilians in a place where they can't move freely, having space to maneuver will be more beneficial for them in the battle.
At worst, I could just go into the alley, climb onto the roof and escape.
When Mitaokel crossed three more streets and was still a few hundred meters away from the blacksmith shop, seven or eight figures suddenly appeared at the end of the street.
More than half of them were holding weapons, and among them were two familiar figures.
The stubborn, strong, and slightly fat father was wearing plate armor and holding a shield to protect his mother.
Then he recognized the rest as workers and owners of neighboring shops.
Mitaokor was just about to step forward and join the team, but what he saw behind him made his heart tighten.
Three orcs who looked like standing brown bears suddenly appeared at the intersection less than a hundred meters behind the team.
The fur on their bodies was soaked in spots, and on the rusty battle axes and swords in their hands, the undried blood formed blood beads along the broken blades.
The moment they discovered the target, the three orcs suddenly began to sprint!
"Damn it!"
Mitaokor cursed angrily and ran towards his parents, but the speed of the orcs was beyond the reach of mortals.
He seemed to have foreseen that the orcs would reach the crowd first.
Just then, Mitaokol saw his father suddenly stop, turn around and turn his back to the others.
It seemed as if he was trying to single-handedly stop three orcs who were half a head taller than him.
Mitaokol looked on eagerly, and the fingers holding the gun barrel seemed to become cold.
He wished he could move his feet further and move faster.
However, at this critical moment, two "pa pa" sounds were heard from behind him, and two arrows with silver-white arrows shot out at a terrifying speed.
In an instant, it flew past him and over everyone's heads.
It pierced accurately and deeply into the heads of the two orcs rushing in front.
The team of adventurers waiting nearby has arrived!
No matter how strong the orcs' physical abilities are, their skulls are still just those of ordinary ferocious beasts. For a steel crossbow that is equivalent to a longbow weighing over 100 pounds, it is not difficult to penetrate.
Accompanied by two quick and shrill screams, the two terrifying orcs fell to the ground one after another with two thuds before they could even take two steps forward. They twitched a few times and then became motionless.
However, the crossbowman's rank is obviously not high.
Otherwise, they would have chosen a longbow with similar poundage but higher requirements and the ability to fire rapidly, rather than a steel crossbow that ensured power and accuracy.
This also led to the fact that on the other side, Mitaokor's father had collided with the last orc.
The one-handed axe, accompanied by a terrifying gust of wind, smashed towards the blacksmith's face, and it seemed that it was going to split the head of the man who blocked the way in half like a watermelon.
"Click"
The steel sheet riveted to the outer layer of the diamond-shaped wooden shield was instantly pierced! The huge force drove the blunt battle axe to continue to chop the one-inch thick shield body below.
If it weren't for the extremely high hardness of the steel sheet and the ductility unique to metal, it would probably be enough to split the shield and the hand into two pieces.
But this did not happen, and the one-handed axe was instead stuck tightly between the wood and the twisted steel, making it difficult to pull out.
The old blacksmith took a step forward, unwilling to be outdone.
Because the two sides were almost close to each other, the orc's arms had no room to stretch, and he was unable to exert the strength to pull out the axe.
But this only restricted one of his arms and a battle axe...
The orc gave a sarcastic smile.
The muscular arm raised slightly and swung forward suddenly. The axe blade slashed towards the side of the old blacksmith's neck with a momentum that was no less than the previous one.
The old blacksmith’s head was about to be separated.
At the critical moment, this blow is unavoidable!
"boom!"
Mitaukol, who was passing by the crowd, opened fire.
This time, he got one step ahead of the orc! He got there before the orc could finish exerting force!
The hot, white lead bullet penetrated into the ugly orc's arm, tearing his flesh and shattering his forearm. The huge cavity created by the tumbling of the 16mm lead bullet was enough to crush the blood vessels, muscles and nerves above.
The axe lost its grip and was thrown out.
The waving front arm was strangely bent to one side at this time, like a filled water bag made of flesh and blood, waving with the arm.
Mitaukol rushed out of the thin smoke created by black powder.
He chose not to reload.
He knew it was too late.