Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 28 Forced
"Hmm... Oh no, this is bad."

Milo picked his nose.

This is a bit awkward; Finn's move was indeed a bit of a blunder.

"How about a one-for-one trade? Count me in. You can take me and this blondie back with you. Once we get to that Sherman Manor, you can abuse and torture me without restraint. Does that make sense?"

Milo shrugged.

"What are you saying?" The middle-aged man held Finn in one hand, his mustache unable to conceal the sinister grin on his face.

"I never intended for you to leave. I've figured it out. Since you dared to come out and shoulder this alone, it means you're protecting your family. So let's see... in your eyes, is this little brat more important, or is our young master's life more important? It should be family, right?"

Milo touched the tip of his nose and smiled sheepishly: "It seems like I've been taken advantage of."

The middle-aged man shook Finn in his hand, looking at Milo with a mocking expression:

“Let me put it this way, you, this little brat, and your family will all have to pay the price. The men will be castrated and sent to the border plantation, and the women will stay on the estate for the brothers to use. They’ll play with them until they die and then throw them to the dogs… I’ll count to three, and you’d better take two steps back and kneel down on the spot, or this kid will fall headfirst.”

"Sure, but you should know that even if you fire first, I can still kill this blond guy first."

Milo promptly moved his boots aside and took two steps back.

To be fair, in this situation, the middle-aged man had indeed found Milo's Achilles' heel.

He concluded that Milo's willingness to take responsibility alone meant that some of these people were very important to Milo, and he was certain that Milo was that kind of person.

Milo certainly wouldn't risk Finn's life. If Finn hadn't been exposed, he could still speak with great confidence, but not now.

“A lowly person trying to be a hero, huh.”

The man looked at Milo indifferently.

……

"It's not his fault, I did it all!"

A gruff voice came from behind Milo.

Milo rolled his eyes as soon as he heard the voice. What a bunch of useless teammates!

"Are you fucking putting on a melodramatic act for me?"

The person who rushed down the hillside was naturally Kang; he couldn't hold back any longer after Little Finn was pulled out.

"Then I don't know what to do either." Kang's face was gloomy.

"You and your son are really good at delivering things."

Milo was almost speechless, but he quickly realized that Kang seemed to be hiding something in his hand, so he consciously put his hand behind his back.

Kang frowned and patted Milo on the shoulder: "You're my son, I can't let you die in vain."

While filming Milo, he secretly slipped a dagger into Milo's hand.

"Remember to hide well in a bit. I'll take care of Finn."

Milo lowered his voice and said something.

...

The middle-aged man was still holding Finn in his arms.

"That's great, the whole family is reunited. Don't you have a daughter? Why don't you invite her to come along?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A mocking laugh rang out from the crowd.

……

Milo remained silent.

His original idea was simply to stall for time until Yan Ba ​​brought in reinforcements.

But now Finn's safety has become the top priority.

Then we'll have to take the hard line.

"Do it."

The moment Milo gripped the dagger firmly, he sprinted forward!
……

"Stop right there! Who told you to move!"

The middle-aged man was the first to notice Milo's movements.

But in the blink of an eye, before he could even utter a threat, Milo was already right in front of his horse's hooves!

How could it be so fast!

Milo was standing a good six or seven meters away from the campfire. Even a nimble person couldn't cross that distance in the blink of an eye without any running start. That must have been an incredibly terrifying instantaneous burst of speed.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted.

As soon as I raised the long-barreled shotgun in my left hand, I felt a chill on my right wrist.

Immediately following was a sharp pain, and some hot liquid gushed out from my wrist...

……

"Ah!!! You're asking for it!"

The man looked closely and realized that the little boy he was holding in his right hand had been snatched away by Milo.

Along with his wrist, his right hand was also taken away. The dagger precisely severed his wrist joint, without the blade colliding with the radius and ulna of his forearm at all; it cut directly along the articular cartilage. Otherwise, given the sharpness and weight of the dagger, it would have been difficult to cleanly sever the man's hand so decisively.

This requires not only an absolutely steady grip on the knife, but also precise control over the cutting position and a basic understanding of the joint structure.

Milo was certain that he knew nothing about knives, and equally nothing about biological joints.

But for some reason, from the moment he made up his mind to snatch Little Finn, the dagger in his hand was wielded with unparalleled skill, as if he had been holding it for over a decade. From several meters away, he had already chosen the position and angle to strike, a completely subconscious choice, as if he had done something similar many times before.

This feeling of familiarity yet strangeness surprised even Milo himself.

Such precise and decisive knife work is just like that of a butcher...

……

Driven by the intense pain, the middle-aged man roared.

"Kill him for me!!!"

Blood gushed from the cut on his wrist, forcing him to drop his weapon and desperately try to cover the wound. But it was an arterial incision, and no matter how hard he tried, blood gushed out like a burst pipe.

Meanwhile, Milo had already plunged headlong into the herd of horses while carrying little Finn.

Although this choice is very risky, as it could result in being trampled by hundreds of horses, it is the only way to avoid being targeted by their concentrated fire.

For cavalry, the worst thing to do in close combat, especially in melee situations, is to fire a gun, because there is a 90% chance that the shot will hit their own men, which is completely counterproductive.

This is why these noble private militias carried longswords in addition to hunting rifles.

However, Milo, who rushed into the crowd, couldn't be the target of the gunfire, but there were others ahead of him.

The armed men in the back row instantly turned their guns and pointed them at Kang at the foot of the hillside.

But Kang wasn't stupid. The moment Milo started the chaos, he picked up the dead dog Cillian from the ground and used him as a shield in front of him.

This is one of the few places on the hillside that can be used as cover, and it is the most effective cover, bar none.

……

"Damn it! Where is he?! Where is he?! Kill him for me!!!"

A middle-aged man fell off his horse.

Overwhelmed by pain and rage, he reached for the hilt of his sword, but then realized his right hand had vanished. The movement caused him to writhe in agony and scream.

After Milo snatched Finn away, he tucked the brat under his arm with one hand, dodging the hooves that came crashing down on him. He then turned the angle of his dagger and used the momentum of his forward charge to his advantage.

Swish! ! !
He glided down and charged under the forelegs of a pair of horses that had reared up high.

The blade precisely sliced ​​open the horse's abdomen, and the liver and intestines, covered in mucus and blood, spilled out in a flash.

The pungent smell of blood and entrails startled the horses, and the Sherman family's cavalry instantly descended into chaos. Those who had been holding their guns and aiming were now busy controlling their horses. However, with Milo, such a troublemaker, in the already crowded procession, everyone carried a gun but dared not fire, and everyone had a sword but could not pierce Milo.

Shouts, horse neighs, and the cracking of whips rose and fell.

It was incredibly noisy.

And Milo's actions didn't stop there. The blade of his dagger sliced ​​across the thighs of every horse that passed by. The pain made them even more restless, and some of them started to gallop wildly into the distance, their masters flying off into the distance.

"My hand! Find my hand! My hand!!! Don't step on it! Fuck you, don't step on my hand!!!"

In the chaotic scene, the middle-aged man crawled on the ground like a stray dog, searching for his severed right hand, a sight that was strangely comical.

……

After being startled, the horses scattered from their formation.

The women, who had been surrounded, picked up their children and ran frantically toward the other side of the campfire, while the men on the hillside rushed down to help them.

At this moment, Kang, who had been carrying Xilian, stared in disbelief at the chaotic scene at the foot of the mountain.

With his eyesight, he couldn't find Milo and Finn in the crowd at all. In the light of the campfire, he could only see one figure after another falling off their horses. Every now and then, someone would fire a gun into the air, but the gunfire was not enough to quell the chaos.

He stood there stunned for a good ten seconds before finally snapping out of it when he saw innocent people running wildly up the hillside. He then yelled at the crowd:

"Run! Run!!!"

...

At the same time, the middle-aged man in the herd roared out an order:

"Dismount! Slaughter them all! Slaughter them all!"

All the armed men readily abandoned their uncontrollable horses. After dismounting, half of them picked up their hunting rifles and pointed them directly at the innocent crowd that had just gathered on the hillside.

The other half drew their rapiers and split into two groups: one group surrounded Milo's location, while the other rushed towards Kang, who had kidnapped Cillian.

The middle-aged man seemed to have gone completely mad. He knelt on the ground, covering his bloodied hand, which he had finally managed to find, with his top hat, and hysterically cursed that everyone should die.

"You lowly people! Kill them all! Die!!!"

……

The armed personnel who readjusted their formation moved very quickly.

Milo was instantly surrounded by dozens of gleaming rapiers, and Kang on the other side was the same.

Milo looked solemnly into the distance. The others who were running up the hillside with their families were now within the aiming range of the hunting rifles.

……

"boom!!"

(End of this chapter)