The blade cut into flesh, accompanied by a chilling sound.
With his strength, it was naturally not enough to kill the enemy with a single strike.
If you really want the enemy to die swiftly, it actually requires certain skills and strength.
Ordinary people without training truly can’t achieve it easily.
Blood gushed out from the bandit’s body.
It splattered onto Bruno’s face, and coupled with his gritted determination, made him appear more fierce and ruthless.
The knife stuck in the bandit’s body, causing him to struggle in agony.
Bruno pulled out the long knife.
He felt an inexplicable fervor and excitement within, his body constantly trembling, but the courage in his heart kept surging.
One stab! Two stabs! Three stabs!
....
He kept swinging the knife, slashing the bandit.
Blood splattered like ink onto the ground, also dyeing Bruno’s rough cloth clothes red.
His movements were uncoordinated, without any experience, unaware of the vital spots, but even so, it was enough to kill an opponent without much resistance.
He panted heavily, looking at the bandit beneath his feet, motionless and mangled, as if he could still see the face that had just begged for mercy, and his stomach churned instantly.
But he forced himself to endure it.
He raised his head, his bloodstained fierce face looked toward the other villagers.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Think of our children, without adults here today, it would be us suffering."
"Pick up weapons and hack them to death!"
His voice was hoarse, but his decisive actions just now made the others subconsciously follow his command.
One by one, they imitated his manner, approaching the bandits who were struggling to crawl.
The blade swung down!
Blood splattered!
With some taking the lead, the courage of the other villagers seemed to be ignited completely.
The long-standing fear of the bandits, the desire for survival, all erupted together, ultimately overwhelming the cowardice in their hearts.
The scene became chaotic and brutal for a moment.
No skill, nor elegance, only the most primitive slaughter.
Gauss hovered in the sky, quietly watching this scene.
From up high, he could clearly see the situation of everyone on the battlefield.
Although he spoke decisively before, if anything unexpected happened, he would lend a hand immediately.
After all, he just hoped to use these bandits as a training opportunity for the villagers; if any villagers were really harmed, it was not his wish.
His gaze firmly locked onto everyone, discreetly intervening twice.
Then he descended from the sky, landing slowly beside the blood-soaked village chief Bruno.
Village Chief Bruno watched him descend from the sky, his expression becoming more respectful.
"Sir.... as per your orders, except for the one hiding in the haystack, the others have been.... dealt with."
His body was still trembling slightly, but his gaze had become much more determined than before.
Gauss nodded.
His eyes swept over the villagers who had undergone the baptism of blood and fire.
Some of the numbness had faded from them.
Human transformation is difficult, yet simple.
Sometimes it takes a lifetime, yet never departing from one’s core nature.
But sometimes it only takes a few short minutes for a complete transformation.
"Well done." Gauss still smiled and said. "Remember this feeling today."
"Remember, it was you, using the weapons in your hands, who protected your village and family."
"Even if I leave afterward, as long as you don’t forget today’s courage, you can still protect your family when facing enemies invading your home."
"Sir, earlier it was with your help; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been this simple." Bruno was still clear-headed.
He knew that it seemed they quickly killed more than twenty bandits, but all of this was based on Gauss having already rendered them powerless to resist.
In terms of combat skills, they were still very inexperienced.
"It’s okay, in the following days I will teach you the skills to use weapons."
Gauss waved his hand.
He walked to the haystack, dragged out the bandit leader who was as limp as mud inside.
The magic power flowed inside him.
He released the "Friendship Spell" from his hands.
Normally, the target of the Friendship Spell needs to be a "non-hostile creature".
But now, the other party had been kicked into a daze, and the difference in their power and attributes was too great.
He couldn’t resist his magic power at all.
Soon, the bandit leader lost the last trace of consciousness in terror, becoming a puppeted marionette.
"I ask, you answer."
"Yes, sir."
"In which direction is the mountain you live on?"
The bandit leader raised his arm, pointing toward a certain mountain peak.
"How many people are left on the mountain?"
....
Under the power of magic, the bandit leader, as if under the influence of a Truth Serum, continuously spewed out answers.
Gauss quickly grasped the situation on the mountain.
Besides him, there was also a younger brother, leading the remaining ten or so bandits.
The rest were some enslaved captives.
These people were on the mountain, growing crops and vegetables for them.
They also had to do physical labor and satisfy their physiological desires.
After thoroughly understanding the intelligence.
Gauss lifted the Friendship Spell.
The bandit leader regained his senses, a look of terror and hatred flashed in his eyes.
"Don’t kill.... "
Before he finished speaking.
Gauss, feeling somewhat irritable, no longer wanted to listen to his nonsense.
"Crack!"
With a twist of his hand, the bandit leader’s neck snapped with a crisp sound.
He silently tossed the leader’s head to the ground just like garbage.
He looked at the other villagers.
"Clean up the battlefield, keep any useful cloth and clothes, and gather the stripped bodies for burning."