Chapter 16 Streets
After seeing Jackson, John calmed down and said to Lucian: "You have not undergone formal training, you must remember later, you can't panic, shoot steadily and accurately, they have daggers on their bodies at most, as long as they give full play to the length of the wooden stick, they can't get close, and they can't stop, run up and fight, they are numerous, once they surround you and attack from different directions, you won't be able to resist."
He tried to simply tell him all the things that needed attention, so that Lucian would not panic or attack recklessly.
In fact, Lucian had a deep understanding of this, nodded in agreement, and replied humorously: "Don't worry, John, I am a brave man who broke into the witch's chamber."
John stopped talking, and the two of them carried the wooden stick behind them so as not to attract the attention of passers-by walking opposite, and then quickly moved closer to Jackson and the others.
This is a street in the market area, only ten minutes away from a certain stronghold of the Aaron gang, very prosperous, with many merchants, adventurers, and mercenaries, so the approach of John and Lucian did not attract the attention of Jackson and the others.
A few steps away, Lucian and John looked at each other, stretched out the wooden stick behind them, held them tightly with both hands, and ran towards the two gangster thugs who fell at the back.
Lucian recognized that this was the gangster thug who had kicked himself away before and made himself fall short, and after rushing closer, he swung his wooden stick and hit him fiercely towards his head.
Not enough strength, not enough training, what Lucian learned from the last few battles, in addition to not being nervous, not panicking, stable and accurate, there is also that he must be ruthless, as long as he shoots, he must not think of mercy, that will make him at a loss.
The whistling sound brought by the wooden stick aroused the vigilance of the gangster thug, but at such a short distance, he was hit by the wooden stick with just a slight side of his face.
With a bang, Lucian's stick hit him hard under his ear, causing his eyes to go black, fainting, and falling to the ground.
On the other side, John was not as ruthless as Lucian, he did not choose the head as the target, and held the wooden stick with both hands like a giant sword, hitting the right arm of the gangster.
Although it was not the key point, but as an official knight's attendant, John's strength was much better than Lucian's, and this stick directly knocked the gangster thug into the air and landed on the ground, his arm was very swollen, and his right hand temporarily lost its mobility.
Lucian knocked down a gangster with a stick, without stopping, running around the periphery, swinging his head at another gangster who heard a strange sound and turned his head to look over, and hit him hard in the face.
The gangster thug fell backwards on his back, two streams of blood rising and drawing zigzag trails in the air.
He didn't faint directly, but the severe pain and buzzing head made him lie on the ground and roll over.
By this time, the gangster thugs in front had fully reacted, and Jackson saw that there were only two Lucian, his eyes became vicious, and he motioned for the remaining twelve thugs to surround them.
Their daggers were pulled out, reflecting the morning sun and glowing coldly.
Lucian firmly remembered the principle of never stopping, running irregularly on the periphery, sometimes forward, sometimes left, sometimes simply running back, but once he found an opportunity, he immediately counterattacked, relying on the length advantage of the wooden stick, and hit the gangsters' heads, necks and other vital points.
The most critical part of such a tactic is not to panic and not to be greedy, even if the enemy has separated and surrounded from several directions.
The street was very wide and long, and the surrounding passers-by had already scattered and fled, as long as they did not huddle in a corner and were not entangled with the same enemy, plus those led by John, the four or five gangsters chasing Lucian could not block Lucian's running route at all.
Of course, this is a great test of physical strength, and normal people can't support it for a few minutes at most.
Soon, another gangster was lying on the ground, but Lucian noticed that John on the other side was surrounded!
Although his strength was much better than Lucian and the gangster thugs, John, who was not ruthless at the beginning, did not let them lose their combat effectiveness after knocking down five or six gangster thugs in succession, but was lying on the ground by them, pulling out a dagger with his left hand, and stabbing it into the ankle and other places, so in order to dodge, he was accidentally surrounded, and the range of running became narrower and narrower.
Seeing this, Lucian hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and rushed straight over, swinging the wooden stick towards the back of the head of one of the thugs surrounding John.
"Be careful!" "Johnny!" The three gangster thugs chasing Lucian shouted loudly as they chased to remind their companions.
The gangster named Johnny reacted quickly and immediately threw himself forward, causing Lucian's wooden stick to swing empty.
But again, this also gave John an opportunity to break out of the encirclement, he swept the wooden stick horizontally, forcing the others to run away from Johnny.
Johnny jumped up and swung his dagger at John's back, while the three gangster thugs chasing Lucian were already rushing in front of John.
However, after forcing Johnny to fall, Lucian did not rush away like before, but stayed in place, so the wooden stick swung just right and hit Johnny on the back.
With a dull sound, Johnny fell to the ground, and even the dagger flew out of his hand, unable to stop John from running away.
But in this way, Lucian was trapped by the gangster thugs who had surrounded John before and could only run around in a narrow range.
With a sizzle, Lucian only felt a burning pain in his back, and understood that he couldn't avoid it and was scratched by the dagger, but Lucian did not give up and panicked, because he probably understood the strength of an official knight's attendant from Gary and others, especially this knight's attendant would not have any reservations.
And among the gangsters, there will definitely be no such strength, they could have become leaders long ago.
John ran and fought, every time he shot, he was accurate and ruthless, and he was not like Lucian, even if he found an opportunity, the wooden stick might not be able to hit, even if he hit, he might not be able to hit the vital point, making the opponent lose his combat effectiveness.
In just ten seconds, the gangster thugs chasing John were lying all over the floor.
After dealing with these people, John immediately came to help Lucian, and Jackson saw this and understood that he was amazingly strong, and the remaining four thugs were afraid that they would not be able to stop them, so he didn't think much about it, just turned around and fled.
The remaining three saw Jackson running away, some immediately lost their fighting spirit and wanted to run away, while others were fierce and swung their daggers even more fiercely, causing Lucian to add another wound to his right hand, and blood slowly overflowed.
Holding back the pain, Lucian fully believed in John, took a step forward, relied on the length of the wooden stick, and knocked the thug in front of him to the ground, and the fierce thug, the thug who lost his fighting spirit, was beaten to the ground by John with a slash.
"Are you okay?" John asked Lucian with concern.
Lucian shook his head: "It's okay, chase that guy."
So, the two of them took wooden sticks and ran wildly to chase Jackson, but at this time, some inexplicable associations appeared in Lucian's mind: "It feels like a crazy boy."
Jackson had already run a certain distance, but after he became the leader, whether it was fighting or exercising, the number of fights and exercises became very small, his body was a little fatter, and his speed was not as fast as it was back then.
"Not yet, not even ......" Jackson saw the end of the long street and kept cheering himself up.
Seeing that the distance was right, he directly threw the wooden stick in his hand and hit him hard in the back, causing his internal organs to roll over, and he stumbled to the ground, making it difficult to get up for a while.
Then John rushed up and put his right foot on his back in knight's leather boots.
Lucian had been beaten violently before, and now he had two more wounds, and his physical strength had long been exhausted, and it took more than ten seconds before he ran over, panting heavily.
Just as Jackson was about to threaten Lucian, he heard John gasping and laughing: "Give him a try, it's a reward for beating you before."
"Huh, okay." Lucian took a breath and lifted the stick high, while John picked up Jackson's body with his foot, causing him to turn over.
"You dare to ......" Before Jackson finished his shocked and angry words, he saw the wooden stick in Lucian's hand swinging fiercely and hitting the side of his face.
A few teeth flew out, a little blood splattered, Jackson's cry of pain was choked in his throat, he felt his ears buzzing, as if he couldn't hear anything, and his eyes were full of flying golden stars.
This shattered Jackson's fluke, these two daring bastard boys really dared to do it!
"You, you, what do you want to do?" Jackson asked vaguely with blood in his mouth, and even what he said seemed to come from another world, distant and ethereal.
John kicked away the dagger that fell out of Jackson's arms and said seriously: "We are just here to get justice and justice back, well, you scoundrels beat Lucian, we have already beaten back, but smashing Lucian's house, furniture, and robbing his property all need to be compensated."
"You're John, aren't you? If you fight in the street like this, you won't be afraid of the sheriff? Not afraid of being expelled by Sir Wayne? If you don't have the status of an official knight's attendant, hey, think about your father, mother, brother." Jackson's tinnitus improved a little, his mind regained a little calm, and he guessed John's identity and exited threateningly.
"Do you still want to come here?" Lucian waved the wooden stick in his hand, and after some fighting, the wooden stick seemed to be about to break.
The grievances and anger in Jackson's heart were like boiling water, rolling non-stop, but he knew very well that Lucian would definitely dare to do it, so he could only close his mouth and look at John.
(End of this chapter)