Upon seeing you make a move, the fishermen immediately panicked slightly. Training and fighting to the death are two different things. When they witnessed a living person being skewered by you, more than a dozen of them wet their pants in fright on the spot. Instead of advancing to kill the enemy, they turned and fled, screaming as they ran.
You couldn't help but sneer at the sight, secretly lamenting that you had overestimated these wild men. When you were about to finish off the fleeing soldier, a fisherman who had been pushing a wooden cart suddenly drew a wooden sword from his back, sprinted forward with a few swift steps, and struck the soldier's neck with a fierce blow!
"Bang!"
The soldier was knocked to the ground. The fisherman picked up a spear from the ground and viciously stabbed it into the soldier's back, pinning him to the grass.
"Hmm, not bad. At least there's one that can be used," a faint satisfied smile appeared on your face.
