A knife flew out and struck a horse in the leg. The horse neighed and fell down, sending up snowflakes.
The people on the horse also fell to the ground.
A crowd surged behind him, and more than a dozen people gathered around him with spears and knives in their hands, and they rushed to chop down the people who fell to the ground.
The people on the ground rolled forward.
There was a loud crash and another snowflake splashed on the ground.
There were already three people on horseback rushing to block it.
"Old man, please leave me alone." The man on the ground shouted anxiously, "Hurry up and protect my wife."
Beside them, there was a carriage.
The three people were protecting the carriage from the dozen or so people approaching.
As the man on the ground spoke, he dodged the spear on the spot, grabbed it easily, and snatched it away forcefully. The man on the horse was pulled off, and the man on the ground pushed back, and the spear pierced his heart.
People screamed and fell to the ground.
"You go quickly, you go quickly, protect my wife." He got up from the ground and shouted, and the next moment he let out a muffled groan.
A large knife slashed his arm.
He staggered.
"Fourth brother." The three men shouted urgently, trying to surround him.
The man called Fourth Brother held the spear.
"I asked you to protect my wife and leave quickly." He shouted, "Can't you hear me?"
The three people looked at his arm that was instantly stained red with blood, their expressions were sad, angry and anxious.
"Let's go," one of them shouted, turning around to protect the carriage.
The other two people also hurriedly followed.
But to the dozen or so people behind him, this was already a mouse under the cat's paws. They even stopped and looked at the man with a lance in front of them with a look of amusement on his bleeding arm.
"You can't leave." A man shouted loudly, waving the long knife in his hand, "Kill."
But at this moment, there was another noisy sound of horse hooves on the road.
Did it alert the officials and soldiers?
The expressions of the people on both sides changed, but one side was happy and the other was nervous.
But the next moment everyone saw people coming, a dozen men in coats and two girls wrapped in cloaks.
Their horses were strong and strong, and although the clothes they wore were not considered rich, they were definitely not poor. The horses had bulging bags on their backs and no one knew what they were carrying.
The men looked simple and a bit rustic.
They are not officers and soldiers, but people on their way.
The happy party becomes disappointed, and the nervous party returns to elation.
The people and horses coming over there seemed to be frightened by this scene, and they reined in their horses and stood on the road.
"What are you doing?" the girl asked.
Nowadays, passers-by are really careless and careless. If they see someone using a knife or a gun, they won't run away. What's the fuss about?
"Go away." The leading man cursed angrily and waved the long knife in his hand, "Have you never seen a robbery?"
As soon as he said this, he didn't see these people running away in fear, but their eyes lit up.
"Robbery?" the girl asked, as if to confirm, "Are you robbers?"
Are these people stupid?
"They are robbers." The leading man glared and roared, "If you don't get out, I will kill you."
The men who were rushing to protect the carriage also looked at them.
"Go and report to the official." One of them shouted, "Please go and report to the official."
But after shouting these words, the face of the man who was holding a spear to stop the robbers darkened.
Asking for help sometimes scares others.
If you don't ask for help, passers-by who are confused about the situation may watch, thus creating a certain degree of deterrence for the perpetrators.
But calling for help and letting passers-by know that something life-threatening has happened will scare away even those who like to watch the fun.
Are we going to explain it here today?
The man looked sad and angry, with a bit of determination.
"Come on." He shouted, clenching the spear in his hand and rushing towards the group of people.
A dozen men laughed when they saw the people coming towards them.
"You're a one-armed chicken, I can deal with you on my own." A man shouted, leapt out on his horse, and slashed at the man with the long knife in his hand.
The three men running wildly protecting the carriage did not look back, but waved their whips faster, their expressions full of grief and despair.
They actually knew what the result would be, but what could they do? They still had to fight or run away until the last moment.
A scream sounded from behind.
The three men gritted their teeth and refused to look back. This was because the brothers were dying to buy time for them. As long as they moved forward, they could meet the government sentries.
This was war time, and sentries must have been posted in the place.
But before the screams could stop, another shout came from behind.
"who?"
The voice was very frightening and angry.
"Who shoots the arrow?"
Shoot an arrow?
The three men who were galloping were startled. They subconsciously raised their heads and looked up. They saw a girl among the group of passers-by approaching in front of them, holding a bow and arrow in her hand.
Bow and arrow?
The three men couldn't help but rein in their horses and turned around subconsciously.
But he saw that the injured man behind him was still standing safely, while a man in front of him fell down and remained motionless.
All eyes are focused here, falling on the girl holding a bow and arrow.
The girl's wide hood covered her hair, and her face was covered by a piece of cloth, leaving only one eye exposed.
"Okay." Miss Jun said, pointing at the men over there, "Now shoot the fat guy who is the leader."
Shoot the fat guy in the lead.
Where did I gain weight?
The man was a little annoyed. As his thoughts flashed across his mind, he heard a buzzing sound and an arrow flew towards him.
The man swung his knife, and with a choking sound, the arrow was blocked and fell to the ground. Even so, he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Missed." Zhao Hanqing said with a face of shame.
"It doesn't matter, I reminded him." Miss Jun said, "It's not your fault."
My day!
Is this person sick? The leading man is ashamed and angry. Who does she think she is?
"Kill them!" he shouted.
The men finally reacted and roared angrily, charging towards us on horseback with spears and knives in their hands.
The man with an injured arm holding the spear was thrown to the ground instead.
Are these passers-by about to draw their swords to help? But these people are not just robbers. These passers-by look like they are just villagers...
"Kill them."
The female voice said the same thing.
The man turned around and saw that not only did the passers-by not run away, but ten of them lifted the covers on their horses and took out their crossbows.
Crossbow!
The man's eyes suddenly widened.
The bandits who were rushing over there also changed their expressions and screamed in surprise.
"They have crossbows!"
"Stop it quickly."
"Despicable, you have a crossbow, why don't you take it out first!"
If the girl hadn't taken out a simple and crude bow and arrows, but had taken out this hard crossbow from the beginning, they wouldn't have rushed over so stupidly.
Spears and swords can withstand crossbows.
Who are these passers-by? They have crossbows that are only found in the army!
But it was too late. As the woman killed them, the ten men who had taken out their crossbows had already stepped forward, strung up their legs, raised the crossbows and released arrows. Their movements were uniform, and all ten arrows were fired in unison.
, the arrow was still flying, they stepped on the string again and repeated the action.
Their movements were so fast that the bowstring almost became a shadow, and the buzzing sound of arrows piercing the air was continuous, accompanied by a series of screams.
The men who came forward didn't have the same momentum as before, and they fell off their horses one after another in the rain of arrows.
The man holding the spear and the three men guarding the carriage were all stunned.
This is not about drawing a sword to help, this is simply massacre.
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Thanks to Hyouichi from the South, page 11 for famous tips and jade (づ￣￣)づ╭?～
Thank you everyone, it’s time to go to work. Come on everyone. (To be continued)