Seeing the old sergeant's fate uncertain, Monkey seemed to go mad. Ignoring the piercing pain in his groin, he howled and lunged at the rebel leader—only to be neatly kicked aside.
Immediately afterward, Alpha took down two more New Army soldiers who had tried to assist.
Noticing even the eyes of the surrendering rebels had grown flickering and hesitant, Peter Buniel shouted urgently, "Nobody move!"
Even someone as dim-witted as him could see it—this guy in front of them was hard to deal with. A one-on-one duel? Not a single person in the entire company could beat him.
Fortunately, this wasn't a duel, nor was it a contest. This was war—a fight for survival.
And in war, the rule was simple: overwhelm the few with the many.
"Fall back! Everyone fall back!" Peter Buniel waved his arms, shouting orders: "Musketeers!"
The soldiers of the New Army near the rebel leader hesitated, crawled, or scrambled away, pulling some distance from him.
