【安特丽卡的剑】序章 伦敦岸边的诀别(4)

那士兵先是一惊，随后便恼羞成怒道：“你这小王八蛋是从哪冒出来的！”
“你们几个男人欺负一个女人，算什么好汉！”爱德华怒道。
“去你妈的！”士兵拔出短剑，一剑砍过去。
爱德华闪身躲过这一剑，随后又是一剑朝自己刺来。士兵们放开了少女，纷纷拔剑朝向爱德华。
“哼，你们放马过来吧！”爱德华拔出匕首准备应战。
匕首与单手剑相接的一刻，爱德华的手腕被士兵的力量震得发疼，还没等爱德华反应过来，第二把剑就已经来到了眼前。爱德华只好举起匕首一挡，伴随着爱德华的一声惨叫，匕首应声落地。士兵们将对着爱德华的脸就是一巴掌，把他扇倒在地。
“臭小鬼，居然敢小瞧我们！”士兵们将倒地的爱德华包围了起来，一个士兵踹了爱德华一脚，“没本事还想出来逞英雄。”
“敢对我们指手画脚！”
另一个士兵将爱德华踢了个翻身，然后在爱德华的脸上狠狠地踩了几脚。
“噗呃……”
爱德华吐了一口鲜血。
A soldior put his sword on Edward's throat. The tax collector came towards with his big heavy belly. He stared at Edward angrily, and shouted to the people, "Where the damn bastard comes from?"
"Edward!" Richard finally arrived to catch up his brother.
"Ah..." The tax collector saw the boy outside the fence. "Another little bastard..."
"Run... Richard, run...!" Edward warned, but it was too late. The tax collector had already caught the boy's left ear, and pulled him into the yard. 
"Come, see your bastard brother!" He pulled Edward in front of his brother who was bleeding, lying on the ground, and hold Edward's head to force him to see this.
"Leave him alone, you f**king pig!" 爱德华看到自己的兄弟受到羞辱，激愤地全身颤抖，可是他的胸口被踩地严严实实的，根本动弹不得。