Hum, the militia is the militia, are you here to fight or are you here to talk nonsense... Desai said nothing, adjusted his breathing as quickly as possible, and suddenly launched a charge to one side, killing the third enemy. The other militiamen once again scattered to avoid

.

"Repent!"

A militiaman quickly stabbed the second-level squad leader in the abdomen, hitting the breastplate with a loud bang, but it had no effect. Desai stretched out his hand and was about to cut back, when suddenly the pitchfork swayed around like a poisonous snake.

Nobuko stretched in and out, stabbing at his arms and eye sockets.

None of the militiamen's blows could penetrate Desai's double-layered heavy armor, but they continued to circle, stab, and retreat, leading the second-level team leader's actions.

There was a stalemate like this for a long time. They came back and forth, spinning in circles. Desai knocked down several people, but the militiamen also stabbed him in the arm, thigh, and even three times in the back. His cavalry shield was also hit by spears many times.

, there were already several tears. Desai neither yelled nor cursed, focusing dullly on the battle.

The militiamen were not silent.

"Bandit!" they shouted, feinting at the same time.

"Murderer!" the militiamen shouted, stabbing the second-level squad leader's throat with a pitchfork, but it could only scrape the thick iron throat guard, causing a harsh sound.

Others aimed at Desai's eyes, and a barrage of thrusts forced him back, scraping his breastplate. The pitchfork was several feet longer than Desai's sword, enough to render it useless. As the militiamen thrust, Desai was struck several times.

I tried to cut off the pitchfork for the first time, but there were so many enemies that my efforts were as futile as cutting off a fly's wings.

The more Desai fought, the more anxious he became. He glanced in the direction of Neferti from time to time, fearing that the militiamen would take her as a hostage. Sweat and heat filled his helmet, and there was only a narrow eye slit on the visor, which seriously restricted his observation. Enemies were coming from all directions.

It was becoming more and more overwhelming for him.

Hell, I can't beat some militiamen with pitchforks!

I have become weak! Is it because of Neferti?
Chapter completed!