ps: Please collect, please collect... Xi'er is not as miserable as I am now%>_
The second checkpoint is empty...
The third checkpoint is empty...
In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhu Biao and the others climbed to the top of the mountain to face Cao Yidao's bandits who were waiting for them.
The Black Tiger Village, which had been destroyed over and over again, is now very small. The simple walls made of wooden pillars and stones are less than one foot high, and there is no protection against the martial arts people.
But contrary to the crude fortifications, the bows and arrows in the hands of the bandits on the wall were very powerful. With the third-rate skills of Zhu Biao and the other five people, they shot down random arrows in an attempt to enter the village unscathed.
Totally impossible.
There are less than 300 people in the entire village. Excluding the five dead people and a group of women who were kidnapped up the mountain, the exact number of bandits in Black Tiger Mountain barely exceeds 250.
With these people facing each other, one day does not make two days, and two days does not make three days. Zhu Biao is absolutely sure to kill them all within seven days, leaving no one behind.
However, Cao Yidao is a veteran bandit with many years of experience, and the wealth he has accumulated cannot be underestimated. Dozens of powerful bows and crossbows are not something that flesh and blood can withstand.
"What should I do?" Lei Wenhu, Xue Muhua, Yin Qiuyue, and Xiao Shan all looked at Zhu Biao.
"I will contain you here, and you all will disperse and attack the stronghold from all directions. Mobilize Cao Yidao's crossbowmen."
They were just fighting a war of attrition. Zhu Biao didn't believe that Cao Yidao's group of bandits could outsmart five of their third-rate masters in terms of energy.
Four figures spread out in all directions in an instant. Zhu Biao jumped forward on his toes, aiming straight for the village gate. A faint clear light flashed in Zhu Biao's eyes, and his reconnaissance skills were activated.
Cao Yidao, who was looking nervous, suddenly felt a chill in his body, as if a cold wind was penetrating his body.
"Fire the arrow, fire the arrow quickly -" Cao Yidao shouted reflexively before he had time to think about why.
The game begins.
Following Zhu Biao's long burst of laughter, bandits' screams for help were heard from all directions in Black Tiger Village.
Archers and crossbowmen mobilized in all directions, and sharp arrows rained down one after another. After Cao slashed his sword, Wang Gun's expression became embarrassed, because soon, the rapid rain of arrows in Black Tiger Village became slowly withered.
Without internal strength, an ordinary archer, no matter how elite or well-trained he is, will still have numbness and soreness in his arms after shooting a dozen, twenty, or thirty arrows, and will be unable to draw the bow.
The crossbowmen are not bad, and the bowing depends more on teaching him. The powerful crossbow is more threatening, more accurate, and more powerful. But Cao Yidao is just a small group of bandits. No matter how long he saves, he can get it.
How many powerful crossbows?
All the crossbowmen were mobilized in one place, but they were still insufficient for defense. Now that they were scattered around, it was even more useless. Sensing the changes in the bandits, Lei Wenhu's four-man roaming attack immediately turned into a forced killing.
The miserable wailing and dying moans immediately echoed throughout Black Tiger Mountain.
"Haha, Cao Yidao, it's time for us to get closer and closer..." Zhu Biao was not behind others. After hearing the screams from the bandits on the east, west, north, and west, he laughed loudly and moved his body.
He rushed toward the stronghold gate. At the south gate of the stronghold, Cao Yidao's four powerful crossbows fired volleys, but they could not stop Zhu Biao's intrusion.
"Surround me and kill—" Cao Yidao's face became extremely embarrassed, but he still pretended to be calm and shouted to his group of bandits with a wave of his hand.
Cao Yidao, who had only 41 points of force value, did not dare to step forward to fight Zhu Biao. How could he not know that his martial arts was poor?
Poor, third-rate skills are always better than lower, and his own 'third-rate' is just a strong breakthrough, there is no comparison between the two.
If you can't compare with yourself, you will use your younger brother's life to make a heap. A bandit who has been a bandit for more than ten years is most ruthless and ruthless.
The inner breath flowed through the whole body, and a murderous aura came out from Zhu Biao's body. Stirred by this murderous aura, the three-foot green-edged sword in his hand made a crisp sound.
"Death--" He saw two gangsters who were wielding swords and guns falling in front of him as he jumped onto the wall of the village. Zhu Biao's men were ruthless and had no mercy at all. The long sword flashed and the sword light flashed.
The night wind passed through the waving swords and guns like two rays of cold light and brushed against their necks.
"Ah..." The two bandits only felt a bright light flash in front of their eyes, and at the same time a cold feeling went on their necks, and then a wave of heat surged into their throats...
"Pfft..." A line of blood appeared on his neck, and within a few breaths, hot blood spurted out.
The clean and neat killing immediately made several bandits in the surrounding area dumbfounded, and a chill came into their hearts. Zhu Biao didn't care how they reacted, as now he would finish his task one point faster if he killed one more person.
A chain was cut down from mid-air, and the hissing sound of breaking through the air proved how quickly the long sword came. Another bandit fell on the wall of the village, and without even a grunt, he was plunged into darkness forever. His chest
A wound directly exposed the deep white bones, and blood was flowing non-stop. Zhu Biao was killed directly with a sword after being stopped.
Zhu Biao strode towards Cao Yidao. He wanted to kill the four crossbowmen as quickly as possible. The threat of the crossbow from the beginning to the end was too great, especially at a very short distance. The crossbow arrows fired by it would not be able to be fired by a third-rate master.
Unable to avoid.
Mu Xuehua on the right was also moving his sword like flying at this time. The three-foot sword light turned into a sword light, and he started killing among the bandits. Each move was harder than the last, and in the blink of an eye, four or five people fell.
On the ground.
"He's just a little brat. He's just a person. Let's all go together and chop him into pieces. The village master will reward him heavily -" To the east, a village leader howled loudly because he saw that the person he was facing was still...
He was just a child with a childish face. Most of the fear in his heart immediately dissipated... Xiao Shan's face turned red with anger, "How dare you look down on me, it's so hateful..."
Tonight, he was forced to deny the 'correct' opinion by the four Zhu Biao, and had no choice but to follow suit and act in unison. There was already endless anger accumulated in his heart, and Xiao Shan wanted to vent all his anger on the bandit leader in front of him.
"Death--" With a twist of the long sword, Xiao Shan's body shuddered, and he suddenly rushed into the bandits who were howling and rushing up. The firelight illuminated a horse of white light that swirled around him, enveloping the sharp long sword.
With swords, the three bandits who were preparing to attack Xiaoshan screamed and fell out at the same time. One by one, their abdomens and chests were completely broken open, and they fell to the ground and could not get up again!
The leader of the group of bandits had better skills and eyesight. When he saw that Xiao Shan had exhausted all his moves, he wanted to catch up with his sword and get an advantage. However, the difference in strength between the two sides was too big. Xiao Shan's long sword only took one head-on move and easily defeated the leader's whole body.
A slash of strength. Then the sword light surged, and the bandit leader flew back howling, and the three blood holes in his chest and abdomen gushed out.
Lei Wenhu...
Yin Qiuyue...
Their combat power is low, they have no cooperation, and they habitually rely on the village wall to defend themselves. As a result, the only advantage they have - the advantage in military strength - is impossible to develop. The bandits of Black Tiger Mountain who cannot use their own advantages are naturally not Zhu Biao at all.
Five rivals.
They cannot form a situation of "more against less" [three or five people against one does not count as more against less], the only thing they can rely on is human lives, and they will be wasted by using human lives. But although the five Zhu Biao are all rookies, they
He won't forget about it and plunge into the center of the mountain village.
Zhu Biao killed two crossbowmen and destroyed three powerful crossbows. The other two crossbowmen took a powerful crossbow and fled down the wall in embarrassment. He killed a few more people and felt that the killing sounds from other directions in Black Tiger Village had already begun.
After feeling weak, he easily jumped off the wall of the village and walked away gracefully under the gaze of Cao Yidao, who was filled with hatred and rage.
The only twelve powerful crossbows were treasures that Cao Yidao spent a lot of effort to obtain. But tonight, just before his eyes, three of them were destroyed by Zhu Biao like wood, and he also lost so many minions.
How could he not hate Zhu Biao and his party to the extreme?
…………
in the dark.
"This boy did a really good job, but... it's a pity..."
"What's the pity? Bow your head when you should. His character can only be strong for a while..."
"Hush, hush, the leader is here, stop talking, it will be troublesome if you hear it..."
