"There is no need to pay your own lives for the rich people in the Senate." The vicious voice spoke again. This time Winters could see clearly that it was a man with a clown mask behind him: "Take the weapon on the ground, and I will let you go back the same way and let you live. Otherwise..."

The thugs were holding the guy and approaching with a strange smile, wanting to put psychological pressure on Winters and the other two.

Lieutenant Colonel Field nodded to Major Moritz, the Major sighed and inserted the sword in his hand to the ground.

"That's right, look at how clever your companions are..." The man wearing the clown mask said abruptly, and a blood mist spurted out of his eyes, and he fell to the ground with his whole body backwards.

Winters now understands why Antonio would say "a hundred-man team is not enough for Moritz van Nasuo."

Archers need to draw a bow when shooting archers, and musketeers need to load bullets when shooting, but Major Moritz does not require any preparation to use the flying arrow technique.

Not only does it require no preparation, it is also extremely concealed.

There was no sound of bowstrings, no gunshots, only sharp sounds of breaking through the air. There was no need to hold a weapon like a crossbow and musket to aim—Winters did not see Major Moritz raised his hand to point at any enemy.

The major's hand stopped casually on his waist, and silver coins shot out from his right hand, as if he was a child playing marbles.

But every time he shot a silver coin, an enemy's head would fall to the ground.

Silver is not very hard metal, but when Major Moritz accelerates the silver coins with magic to the speed of the musket projectile, silver coins without blades can easily cut open skin, tissue and bones, and stir the soft brain into a paste.

This is the simplest and most efficient killing spell that Lieutenant Colonel Field said, without fancy skills, complex types: you only need to accelerate a silver coin to two hundred meters per second, and then hit the enemy's head.

In just six seconds, most of the enemies in this tunnel were already knocked down by Major Moritz.

Including the man holding a page hammer, a silver coin hit his forehead, and the strong man, like a bear, fell straight to the ground without moving.

Several thugs who turned around and wanted to run were accurately hit on the back of their heads when they saw that the situation was wrong.

"Stay alive!" Lieutenant Colonel Field walked up with his sword.

The major thought moved and hit the knee of the last enemy. The escaped thug fell down and fell to the ground.

"Is the cripple's subordinates the only one who is now capable?" The lieutenant colonel said with regret. He inserted a sword into the neck of every person who was no longer moving or was still twitching, and asked without looking back: "The youngest gentleman, can you please deal with the next few?"

The lieutenant colonel did not call Winters' name, nor did he say what to do, but as long as he is not a fool, he can understand what he means.

Winters was no longer the chick who had just left the ivory tower. His last innocence disappeared after the gang jump battle, to be precise, when he stabbed the poor paddler in the neck with a dagger.
Chapter completed!