Chapter 16 The Street
After seeing Jackson, John calmed down and said to Lucien, "You haven't been formally trained, wait, you must remember, you can't panic, strike steadily and accurately, at most they carry daggers on them, as long as you make full use of the length of the wooden stick, you will be able to make them have no way to get close to you, and also, you can't stop, run and fight, there are a lot of them, once they encircle you, and come at you from different directions. There will be no way for you to resist."
He tried to be as simple as possible, barking out all sorts of things to watch out for, lest Lucien panic or attack recklessly.
In fact, Lucien was well aware of this aspect and nodded approvingly, humorously replying, "Don't worry, John, I'm a brave man who has broken through the witch's chamber."
John stopped talking, and the two of them put their sticks behind their backs so as not to attract the attention of the passersby walking across the street, and then drew closer to Jackson and the others at a quick pace.
This was a street in the market district, only ten minutes away from one of the Aaron Gang's strongholds, very prosperous, with many merchants, adventurers and mercenaries coming and going, so John and Lucien's approach did not cause Jackson and the others to notice.
Arriving a few paces away, Lucien and John exchanged a glance and extended the wooden stick they carried behind their backs, gripping it tightly in both hands, and ran towards the two gangster hitmen who had fallen at the very back.
Lucien recognized this as the gangster hitman who had kicked himself out of the air earlier and made himself lose the battle, and after rushing closer, the wooden stick swung out and struck ferociously towards his head.
Strength is not enough, training is not enough, what Lucien learned from the last few battles, in addition to not being nervous, not panicking, steady and accurate, there is also must be ruthless, as long as the strike, absolutely can not think of mercy, that will instead make their own hands and feet.
The whistling sound brought up by the wooden stick aroused the alertness of this gangster's fighter, but with such a short distance, he was hit by the wooden stick just by slightly sidestepping his face.
With a thud, Lucien's stick hit him hard below his ear, causing him to black out and faint as he fell to the ground.
On the other hand, John on the other side, who was not as ruthless as Lucien, did not choose his head as a target, and held the wooden stick with both hands as if it was a giant sword, and struck the gangster's right arm.
Although it was not vital, but as a formal knight squire, John's strength was much better than Lucien's, this stick, directly knocked the gangster into the air and landed on the ground, his arm swelled up very high, and his right hand temporarily lost its mobility.
Lucien knocked down a gangster hitman with a stick, didn't stop, ran around the periphery, swung at the head of another gangster hitman who heard a strange sound and turned his head to look over, and hit him hard in the face.
The gangster hitman fell backward on his back, two channels of blood raising and drawing zigzags in the air.
He didn't pass out straight away, but the intense pain and buzzing head made it so that he could only lie on the ground and roll around.
By this time, the gangster fighters in front of him had fully reacted, and when Jackson saw that there were only two of Lucien, his eyes turned vicious, signaling the remaining twelve fighters to all surround him.
Their daggers were drawn, reflecting the morning sun and emitting a cold light.
Keeping in mind the principle of never stopping, Lucien ran irregularly in the periphery, sometimes forward, sometimes to the left, and sometimes simply backward, but as soon as he found an opportunity, he immediately counterattacked, relying on the advantage of the length of the wooden stick, and ruthlessly struck at the heads, necks, and other vitals of the gangster's fighters.
The most crucial part of such a tactic was not to panic and not to be greedy, even if the enemy had split up and surrounded them from several directions.
The street was wide and long, the surrounding passersby had already scattered in all directions, as long as they didn't cower in a corner and didn't tangle in the same enemy, together with the ones that John had lured away, the four or five gangster beaters chasing Lucien were completely unable to block Lucien's running route.
Of course, this is a great test of physical strength, a normal person would not be able to support it in a few minutes at most.
Soon, there was another gangster lying on the ground, however, Lucien noticed that John on the other side was actually surrounded!
Although his strength was much better than Lucien and the gangster hitmen, John, who didn't strike hard at the beginning, after knocking down five or six gangster hitmen in a row, he didn't make them lose their fighting strength, but instead, he was lying on the ground, pulling out daggers with his left hand and stabbing at his ankles and other places, so in order to dodge, he was surrounded by the area accidentally, and the range of his running was getting narrower and narrower, and if he wasn't relying on his agile body and great sword skills, he Would have long been stabbed by the five or six daggers around him, but his situation had also become precarious.
Seeing this, Lucien hesitated for a moment, then with a clench of his teeth, he directly rushed forward and swung his wooden stick towards the back of the head of one of the fighters surrounding John.
"Watch out!" "Johnny!" The three gangster hitmen chasing Lucien shouted loudly while chasing, reminding their companions.
The gangster hitman called Johnny reacted quickly and immediately lunged forward, allowing Lucien's wooden stick to swing through.
But all the same, it allowed John to find an opportunity to break out of the encirclement, and he swept the wooden stick across the room, forcing the others away, about to run away from Johnny.
Johnny leapt up and swung his dagger at John's back, while the three mob hitmen who had come after Lucian were already almost in front of John.
However, after forcing Johnny to pounce, Lucien didn't rush away as he did before, but stayed where he was, so the wooden bat swung up at just the right moment and hit Johnny's back hard.
With a dull sound, Johnny fell to the ground, and even his dagger flew out of his hand, unable to stop John from running away.
But in doing so, Lucien was trapped by the mob hitmen who had surrounded John earlier, and could only run around in a narrow range.
With a zip, Lucien only felt a fiery pain coming from his back, and understood that he was unable to dodge and was cut by the dagger, but Lucien didn't give up and panic, because he probably understood the strength of a formal Knight Squire from Gary and the others, and especially this Knight Squire would not hold back any longer when he struck out.
And inside the gangster fighters, they certainly wouldn't have this kind of strength, they could have become the leader a long time ago.
John ran and fought at the same time, every time he struck, he was accurate and ruthless, and he was not like Lucien, even if he found an opportunity, the wooden stick might not be able to hit, and even if he hit, he might not be able to hit the vitals and make the other party lose their fighting ability, as long as he struck, he was bound to be accompanied by the wailing and falling of one of the gangster's fighters.
In just ten seconds or so, the gangster fighters chasing John were lying all over the ground.
After resolving these people, John immediately came over to aid Lucien, while Jackson saw the situation, understood that his strength was amazing, the remaining four hitmen were afraid that they would not be able to stop him, so he did not think too much, he directly turned around and fled, that street in front of him had a stronghold of Aaron's gangsters, so as long as he escaped to there and gathered his manpower, he could let the two assholes taste what it means to be in agony.
With a pop, Andre who surrounded Lucien was directly knocked out by John, the remaining three saw Jackson escape, some immediately lost the will to fight, wanting to follow and escape, while some were ferocious intent surged, waving their daggers even more fiercely, causing Lucien's right hand to add another wound, with blood slowly overflowing.
Strongly enduring the pain, Lucien fully trusted John and took a step forward, relying on the length of the wooden stick, knocking the fighters in front of him to the ground, while the ferocious fighters, those who had lost the will to fight, were all knocked to the ground with a painful scream by a smooth chop from John.
"Is everything alright?" John asked Lucien with concern.
Lucien shook his head, "It's fine, go after that guy."
Thus, the two of them took the wooden stick and ran wildly after Jackson, at this time, Lucien's mind had some inexplicable associations, "What a kooky feeling."
Jackson has already run a distance, but after he became the leader, no matter the number of fights or exercise, have become very little, the body also put on a little weight, the speed has long been inferior to that year, more importantly, John is a formal knight squire, tall and long legs, stomping and staring at a dozen or so steps, he is getting closer and closer to him.
"Still a little bit, still a little bit ......" Jackson saw the end of this long street, and kept encouraging himself.
Unfortunately, John did not have the self-consciousness that he must win over him by his speed, and seeing that the distance was suitable, he directly threw the wooden stick in his hand, and hit him hard on his back, which caused his internal organs to roll, and made him stumble and fall to the ground, and it was difficult for him to get up for a while.
Then John rushed up, his right foot in his knight's leather boots stomping on his back.
Lucian, having been brutally beaten earlier and now with two wounds, had long since lost his strength, and it was a dozen seconds before he ran, panting heavily.
Jackson was just about to open his mouth to threaten Lucien when he heard John gasp and laugh, "Give him a little bit of that, as payback for beating you up earlier."
"Whew, good." Lucien calmed his breathing and raised the stick high in the air while John picked Jackson's body with his foot, causing him to flip over.
"Don't you dare ......," Jackson's shocked and angry words were barely finished before he saw the wooden stick in Lucien's hand swing hard and hit him in the side of the face.
A few teeth flew out, bits of blood splattered away, and Jackson's scream of pain was choked in his throat, feeling his ears buzzing as if he couldn't hear anything else, while his eyes were filled with flying golden stars.
This shattered Jackson's fluke, these two bold asshole boys were truly daring!
"What, what, what do you guys, want?" Jackson asked vaguely with blood wrapped around his mouth, even the words he uttered seemed to him to come from another world, distant and ethereal.
John kicked away the dagger that had fallen out of Jackson's arms, and spoke solemnly, "We're just here to seek justice and righteousness, eh, you villains beat up Lucien, and we've already fought back, but smashing Lucien's house, his furniture, and robbing his belongings, all need to be compensated."
"You are John, right? Aren't you afraid of the magistrate when you fight in the street like this? Not afraid of being expelled by Sir Vine? If you don't have your status as a full knight squire, hey, think of your father, mother, and brother." Jackson's tinnitus got better and his mind regained a bit of its composure, guessing John's identity and exiting with a threat.
"Want some more?" Lucien waved the wooden stick in his hand, which seemed to be on the verge of breaking after the fight.
The suffocation and anger in Jackson's heart was like boiling water that kept rolling over, but he knew very well that Lucien absolutely dared to make a move, and could only shut his mouth and look at John.