Falling to the ground, not even having time to feel the pain, the mercenary immediately drew a dagger and stabbed it into the farmer's chest, reddening the front of the farmer's shirt with blood.
At the same time, the farmer, wielding a blackish short sword, stabbed through the mercenary's neck, causing blood to splatter everywhere from the windpipe.
The two strangers embraced each other and died together on the battlefield.
The next second, a Falan Mercenary tripped over the two corpses, dropping his long spear with a clang. The farmer in front wielded a hayfork and pierced his throat.
"For the oppressed, kill the oppressors!"
Colton grabbed the blackish short sword and charged towards the three mercenaries besieging the refugees.
"Shield bearers, Armored Soldiers, form the front line, form the front line." The mercenary leader, sweating profusely, climbed onto the window sill of a house and shouted to the people behind.
