"Let everyone else stop!" Xiao Yan continued to say to the short -thin mountain bandits.
The whistle this time was different, and the tone turned several bends.
As soon as the whistle stopped, the mountain bandits, who had nearly ten meters away from his heart, stopped the attack action on his hand, and it seemed to him.
"Heroes, it's not that I don't let them stop. This whistle can only pass so far ..." The eyes of the short -skinned bandits slipped, and said sincerely.
"Otherwise, heroes and me walk over there? I blow all the way, so everyone can hear the whistle ..."
"Brother Xiao! Be careful!"
Jiang Ping suddenly roared, interrupted the words of the short and thin mountain bandits.
At the same time, Xiao Yan felt a heat wave behind him, and disappeared for a moment.
Everyone looked at Xiaoyu behind, and his eyes were staring rounded, as if being acupunctured and maintained a strange posture.
Xiao Xun frowned, and the sword on his hand was still lowered with the short and thin mountain bandit's neck, turned his head and looked behind him.
There is nothing behind him. It must be said that it is strange. It may be that there is a dark circular trace on the ground about one meter behind him.
When he turned his head to face Jiang Ping's man again, a bandit dropped the long gun in his hands and shouted: "Ghost!"
The shouting was extremely loud, and it was passed to the dense forests on both sides to form an echo.
The layers of "ghosts ~" "ghost ~" floating around the dense forest.
With the echo of the "ghost" sound, the other two bandits came from the piltling sound of water droplets, and the odor smelled ...
The short and thin bandit was resisted with a sword with a sword, and he didn't see what happened behind him.
Looking at his group's reaction, he was shocked and afraid, and the whistle in his mouth fell to the ground.
"No, no more! Hahahahaha haha is gone!" This was a scared one.
Xiao Yan's Xiao Yan was inexplicable. He looked at Jiang Ping, who had a stiff posture: "Brother Jiang? What happened?" What happened? "
Jiang Ping was also stunned. He couldn't believe what happened just now, stuttered, "Disappear, disappear! Someone just disappeared behind you!"
What? Disappearing?
Xiao Yan frowned, he couldn't fully understand Jiang Ping's words.
This will not delay him.
Seeing the appearance of these bandits in front of them, it has been completely non -lethal.
Show the sword on the neck of the short thin bandit, and Xiao Xun is on his leg nest.
After he took a few steps forward, Xiao Yan poked his sword in his back heart again, saying, "You go back and let everyone behind stop your hands!"
"I follow you, you dare to move me, just stab at you!" Said that Xiao Yan poked the sword forward.
Feeling the tingling from the back vest, the short and thin bandits did not dare to play with little cleverness, and walked all the way to the back of the team, shouting while walking, "Put down the weapons! Let go of the weapon!"
With his shouts, those bandits of those heights and children stopped the attack and put away the weapon to look at him.
When passing by the carriage where Xiaoxiao was located, Xiao Yan was leaning on Che Xuan.
Connecting with Xiao Xun's eyes, Xiao Yan's pale face blooms a gentle smile.
Xiao Yan also returned to a soothing smile.
It was just that there was a dark fingerprint at the corner of the eyes, like a charcoal burned out of the fire.
At this moment, when I didn't care about the charcoal handprint, Xiao Yan glanced at it, so he continued to escape the short and thin bandits to the tail of the team and continued.
Even if the bandit in front of him put down the firewood and no longer attacked, Ran Zhongren still stabbed his heart.
He screamed softened to the bandit corpse on the ground and spit, and said fiercely: "Mom, a baba, dare to rob Laozi's dart! Lao Tzu lets you see Master Yan Wang!"
Xiaoyu was holding a short and thin bandit just arrived at the rear of the car, and she could see this scene.
He frowned slightly, and then shouted: "Ran Dart's head."
"You are not the Xiao Xiao that Jiang Ping took ... Xiao Yan, right?" Ran Zhongren wiped the blood splattered on his face, looking up and down the young man in front of him.
He has always been too lazy to remember the names of other people. This Xiaoxiao is still a little impressed because he listened to the shopkeeper at the old man.
"What are you bringing this group of mixed mice?"
Ran Zhongren stared at the short and thin bandits, and the tip of his tongue couldn't help licking the dog's teeth.
He killed his heart at this moment. He didn't kill it just now. He looked at the eyes of the short and thin bandits.
The short and thin bandits were stared at this way, and felt like a mouse under the cat's paw, couldn't help but stunned.
It was seen that Ran Zhongren was a murderous person. Xiao Yan put away his sword, raised his hand with a thin bandit's back neck collar, and brought him to himself.
"It should be, Ran Dart's head, it is better to discuss with Brother Jiang, see how to deal with these people?"
The words are doubts, but the meaning is obvious. This person cannot kill now.
"Well, trouble!" Ran Zhongren slammed his lower teeth, and turned his eyes from the short and thin bandits to Xiao Yan.
The tall and thin young man's face was indifferent, and the muscles of the hands of the sword's sword were clear, indicating that this person was not easy to provoke.
Ran Zhongren also thought of the shopkeeper's evaluation of Xiaoyu: Walking deep and obscure, unpredictable ghosts and gods.
It is said that Xiaoxun's Kung Fu road can not guess where the teacher is from, and he never wants to interact with others. He only has some friendship with Jiang Ping's gang.
Ran Zhongren smiled and said, "Okay, brother Xiao, then let's go to Jiang Ping and see what he said."
He said that he would resist the long knife with his own blood, and he was soaked in his clothes along the blade, regardless of his blood, and walked towards the team.
Xiao Yan's short and thin bandit followed him.
Back at the head of the team, Jiang Ping was no longer stunned before. He commanded several brothers to bundle those living bandits one by one.
"Hey! Jiang Ping!" Ran Zhongren began to shout: "How many have you killed? Lao Tzu just killed less than 20, but it was fun!"
Jiang Ping had a greeting and did not answer.
He doesn't like Ran Zhongren.
This person is fiercely addicted to killing, without leaving a little room for doing things.
All the darts he walked would be more or less damaged by returning, and he encountered the road on the dart road.
He is also the only brother who is not fixed with his men.
If you want to go to Fanfan, the shopkeeper is worried that he will encounter a stubble, and then assign him to be another dart head.
Xiao Yan pushed the short -thin bandits at the foot of Jiang Ping and handed him to Jiang Ping for disposal.
Jiang Ping looked at the bandits sitting on the ground softly on the ground, and looked at Xiao Xun, who had no expression, and commanded Zhai Er to tie the low -thin bandits with a kind of unspeakable expression.
After tied up all the bandits, after the weapons were collected, the darts of Shunshun Board counted some losses.
Thirty -four injuries in this raid caravan, including six serious injuries, eighteen people with light injuries, and the rest are skin injuries that can be almost ignored. In addition, there is a driver and different service.
There are almost no losses in property. They are starting from empty cars. Except for the daily clothing of the caravan members, there is nothing valuable.
The only loss is that a lot of carriage was cut off by a knife, and a lot of traces were added to the appearance. Fortunately, it did not affect the use.
The casualties on the bandits are very heavy.
According to the short and thin bandits, they have a total of 123 people. There are forty -six people who have been killed, two crazy, missing one, and countless injuries.