Wang Erma was originally from Shique Village. Although he relied on his two elders to support his idle life, he was quite upright and honest. But all this changed two days ago.
I still remember that it was a sunny afternoon. My father, who had gone to the market in the city in the morning, hurried back home. Not caring about his sweat-stained clothes, he put down the donkey cart and went straight to the village elder's house.
At that time, he was still curious, holding a foxtail in his mouth and laughing at several playmates from the same village next to him.
Then I saw my father hurried to Wangjiagou on the other side of the mountain with the village elder. Before leaving, he called Uncle Wu, his second uncle and other hunters from the village over and said a few words in a hurry.
Now that I think about it, they were probably discussing how to deal with the ginkgo bandits that were flooding around Shiya County.
Unfortunately, I couldn't make it in time.
At noon, someone ran screaming from outside the village, stumbling around, a corner of his clothes was torn, and half of the cloth fell to the ground to collect dust.
He knew that man, he was the loser of Mr. Liu's family in the village. He had been working with Mr. Liu since his grandfather's generation, and he has been working with Mr. Liu until now.
Wang Erma was curious, why was he so panicked if he had encountered a wild wolf.
However, what followed the man was not a wild wolf, but now that he thought about it, he would rather have been a group of jackals.
Ton!
The wooden stick with iron nails smashed against the fence.
Wang Erma looked numb, looking at the person behind the wood who was only half an arm's length away from him.
A young man with yellowish skin, his hair disheveled, trembling lips, and a pair of dark eyes full of fear.
To whom? To him.
To the mace in his hand.
Bang! Bang!
Wang Erma thought about how great it would be if she had run away earlier in the next two days, how great it would be if she followed her father and the village elder to Wangjiagou for help, and how great it would be if... she didn't kneel down.
Bang——!
With a dull sound, the fence broke open. He numbly continued to raise the mace high, and then smashed it down.
With a bang, the wooden stick in his hand trembled, and something stained with yellow and white sprayed onto his face, making his already thin cheeks even more hideous and terrifying.
Wang Erma paused, looked down and saw that the young man was already lying on the ground, his face was sunken, blood was flowing all over the ground, and he was silent.
Just like the playmates who fell beside him at that time.
Bang! Another sound came. He looked blankly at the mace in his hand, a trace of doubt flashing in his numb expression.
Looking back, he saw a thick-waisted woman looking at him with tears streaming down her face, her eyes red, her rolling pin tightly held in her hand, and held high in the air - bang!
…
It was approaching noon and the sky was bright.
But the hearts of the village elders in Majiatun were as cold as the ice of December 9.
There has been no war in Guangyong Mansion for a long time. Even if there was an uprising in the north a few months ago, most of the villagers only talked about it. It was too far away. For the rural people who have been looking at the homeland at their feet for generations, it was really just hearsay.
Interesting things.
However, the Baiguo bandits were different. They were in Shiya County, right in front of him.
There were no horses in the village, only a temporary wooden fence, which was now damaged and pushed aside, revealed those extremely vicious and hideous-looking gangsters, armed with sticks and swords, fighting with the villagers.
Fortunately, most of the opponents are thin and skinny, as if they haven't had enough to eat for several days, so when they first come into contact, they are filled with murderous intent and the desire to protect the family. In addition, there are more villagers than the opponent, so both sides
Barely holding on to each other.
only……
The village elder held the spear tightly. He had joined the army in his youth and looked at the burly man riding a horse not far away.
The arms are thick and swollen, the thigh muscles are bulging, the temples are beating faintly, and a pair of tiger eyes burst out and capture the human body.
His throat rolled, and sweat gradually stained his back.
Obviously, he was a practicing practitioner.
It is estimated that the strength is not low.
Just the sight of these miscellaneous soldiers has already made the villagers tired to deal with it, and there have even been casualties. If this man dismounts again and takes action... No, even if the opponent only mounts a horse and makes a short-distance charge, the entire front line can be destroyed.
Once they enter the village, the opponent's force may easily kill the entire village.
Thinking about what had been reported in the county in recent days about the actions of the Ginkgo Bandits, the village elder racked his brains and could not think of any way to deal with it. He could only secretly pray that the other party would take action later and that the officers and soldiers of the county government and people from Liujia Village could arrive early.
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On the other side, something that made the village elder look even more ugly finally happened. The man on the horse looked at the group of bandits and the skinny and dark-faced farmers in front of him who were fighting evenly. His eyes were disdainful, and his face gradually showed impatience.
"A bunch of trash!"
The man dismounted. This rogue horse was brought from a previous place called Shique Village. It was of average quality, but it could move well, so he didn’t want to hurt it for the time being. Speaking of which, the man surnamed Liu in that village was quite rich.
There were three cellars dug in the house, all of which were paved with copper.
There is also his daughter, who looks good and has a good figure, but she doesn't play well.
Far less strong than the girls in the Red Boat Shop in Songcheng.
With a sullen face, the man pushed aside the noisy gangsters who were blocking the entrance to the village and squeezed in. Two of them didn't stop and were slapped to the ground with a thick black slap by him. Half of his teeth were broken and he vomited in his mouth.
Bleeding.
They are all cannon fodder, and death is not a pity.
The man slowly pulled out the sheathed scimitar from his waist while looking inward.
There are many kinds of knives. Xizhou is especially popular in Xizhou, such as the Miao sword and the scimitar. The straight-backed knives, double-cutting knives and other knives are rarely used by warriors.
"Ahhh! Go to hell!"
The last gangster was pulled away, with a big square face with angry eyes roaring. He raised his arms straight, gritted his teeth and slashed the man diagonally with the hatchet.
Poof!
Turn sideways, pinch and lift, and tease.
The man's face was calm, and he walked around lightly, but a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Behind his back, his neck was cracked and blood was pouring out. His square face was completely split open, and his throat was vaguely visible.
The smile faded, and the man shook his head inwardly. After all, they were just ordinary people working with crops. Their fists and feet were weak, and their movements were full of flaws.
To be honest, he has no interest in killing this kind of person.
I’m still looking forward to seeing if I can find some “fun” things when I enter the village later.
锔——!
clang!
Suddenly, a dagger stabbed straight at him. The man's heart skipped a beat. He had practiced martial arts for many years and had accumulated instincts from hundreds of strikes. He straightened his elbow, suddenly waved his palm with all his strength, and pulled the scimitar to block it.
At the back of the head.
The blow was powerful and heavy, and violent vibrations were transmitted from the blade to the palm of the hand, and even penetrated through the skin.
Tongjin master!!
Making a judgment in an instant, the man no longer paid attention to the villagers who were surrounding him angrily, but pointed his gaze directly outside the crowd——
A young man wearing a white shorts, a light green coat, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a fair and masculine face, is currently using the jumping technique, holding a cold iron sword, and is flying towards the battlefield at the entrance of the village at an extremely fast speed.
"Ginkgo thief!"
"Suffer death!!"
The other party roared and was filled with righteous indignation.
Hey, are you a chivalrous and righteous young warrior...
The man bared his teeth, and there was a cold light in his eyes. He thought that if he caught him later, he might not be in a hurry to kill him. It might be more interesting to massacre the entire village in front of such a person!
With the tip of his tongue licking his lips, the man hit the villager who was preparing for a sneak attack with a palm in the mouth. The force of the palm was so strong that the man flew several feet into the air. He flew backwards and fell to the ground, wailing and struggling to get up.
Bang! With no one blocking the way, he exerted force with one step, leaving a crack in the ground.
Suddenly he shot out several feet, his body twisted, his long sword was as curved as the moon, and he stared at the young knight rushing towards him with a big dark face, flashing a smile.
The man has quite a lot of experience in dealing with young people whose heads are prone to heat up. He had killed many of them in Songcheng before.
"You're next!"
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