The yellow sand and dust rose into the sky with the mountain wind, and the bloody setting sun became even darker. Dozens of sand bandits brandished scimitars and roared towards the village from all directions.
Behind the ruined earth wall at the entrance of the village, nearly a hundred villagers wearing coarse cloths stared nervously ahead, their hands holding horse forks and short bows trembling slightly.
The leader was a strong man in his forties, with bronze arms exposed outside the leather armor, full of explosive power. Seeing the sand bandits gradually approaching, he slowly pulled out a feathered arrow from his quiver and placed it on the bow string.
rustle……
The sound of slight footsteps came, and the strong man looked sideways, and saw a thin boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with eyes like bright cold stars at night, quickly came to his side, with his long black hair tied up casually.
Behind his head, a handsome face with slanting eyebrows was looking at him with a smile.
The strong man couldn't help but frown slightly and shouted: "Lu Chen, if you don't hide in the house with Xiaoyu and the others, what are you doing here?"
"Uncle Qinlong, I can also be of some help." Lu Chen smiled and patted the huge cloth bags on both sides of his waist.
Qinlong's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, he turned his attention again to the approaching sand pirates.
Amidst the strange roar, the sand bandit rushed less than a hundred meters in front of the village. His ferocious face was almost clearly visible. The villagers' faces became paler. If they didn't have relatives behind them to protect them, they would have turned around and fled.
"Perhaps the only thing that can drive away their fear is the blood of robbers..." Qin Long sighed and raised the iron bow in his hand. He opened the bow like the moon, and the arrow shot out from the string.
puff!
The Sand Bandit who was charging at the front suddenly froze, and a coquettish blood flower bloomed on his chest. The arrow shaft was trembling in his chest. He looked down with blank eyes. He was so scared that he was scared to death. He fell to the ground wailing.
.
"oh!"
The villagers shouted excitedly, and the fear in their chests receded slightly. The hunters followed suit one after another, pulling the long bows in their hands, and the sound of whizzing through the air was endless.
Arrows were like locusts, and beautiful flowers of blood bloomed on the bodies of the sand pirates. However, the blood completely aroused the ferocity of the sand pirates. They put up their shields, screamed, and ran wildly. In an instant, they were less than thirty years away from the village.
rice.
"Go!"
Qinlong shouted low, and the arrow in his hand buzzed and hit the young sand bandit commander's eye socket, and gurgling blood slid down his face.
The little commander's face was distorted, he roared and pulled out the arrow, threw aside the bloody arrow that penetrated his eyeball, took out the hemostatic medicine from his arms and stuffed it into his eye socket, roared and continued to charge forward!
The villagers turned pale with horror, their cheers suddenly stopped, and fear surged into their hearts uncontrollably like growing vines.
The wildness of his accomplices made the sand bandits even more excited and wild. As if they were given a shot of blood, their charging speed suddenly soared. They dropped seven or eight corpses and rushed to the earth wall.
The young commander shouted loudly, "Come in, kill them all! Burn them all! Rob them all!"
The sand bandits howled and screamed strangely, and Teng Dun came out, smashing the many hunters into confusion, and rushed under the earth wall like wild dogs!
The enemy was close at hand. Qinlong drew his long bow and shot a bandit in the face until his blood was bloody. He screamed and fell backwards. He was about to bend the bow again when a strong wind suddenly hit him. He quickly turned sideways.
Avoiding it, the cold light flashed close to the door.
The one-eyed sand bandit commander smiled ferociously and slashed with his scimitar at the waist. It was already too late to hide!
call out!
At the critical moment, a stream of gray light roared through the air and hit the scimitar with a bang. Stone chips flew and the scimitar suddenly swung back. The one-eyed commander hurriedly closed his eyes to dodge.
The sound of breaking through the air sounded again, and the young commander opened his eyes in shock. He saw a black stream of light going straight to his throat like lightning. In an instant, blood mist filled the air, and heart-breaking pain surged up.
His body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He desperately covered his breathing neck and collapsed to the ground. When he saw a young man throwing two pebbles at another man, he couldn't help but have an absurd thought, "This is it."
The little kid...killed me?"
Qinlong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took the time to give a thumbs up behind him. He was afraid in his heart. If it weren't for Lu Chen's unique skills, he might have lost his life here today.
More and more sand bandits rushed through the earthen wall. Qinlong and others had to put down their short bows and pick up hatchets. Ma Cha and the sand bandits fought in close quarters. Although the number of villagers was more than twice that of the bandits, they
Who are the opponents of this group of desperadoes?
In front of the sharp scimitar blade, the farm tools and sticks in the hands of the villagers almost broke into two pieces. Within a few moments of meeting each other, seven or eight villagers were chopped to the ground, writhing in pain in a pool of blood.
"ah!"
The screams rang out, and Lu Chen suddenly turned around. Uncle Wang next door had his stomach cut open by a scimitar. He wailed in pain and desperately covered the blood and organs gushing out with his hands. However, it was all in vain...
"Made, I'm annoyed by this!"
A sand bandit roared and chopped down the villager in front of him. He jumped over and stomped on his head. His head was like a bursting watermelon, with blood mixed with bones flying everywhere.
Lu Chen could never forget that when he was seriously ill at the age of five, it was Uncle Wang who risked his life to collect herbs from the Sunset Forest and saved his life!
I can't forget that when I was a child, I was bullied by gangsters from the neighboring village. It was this uncle whose head was crushed like a watermelon. He blocked the punches and kicks for him and became disabled. If not, maybe he could have escaped faster.
, to avoid that fatal knife.
…
There were too many things that he could not forget, and at this moment, they turned into endless anger and surged into his head. Lu Chen's deep, dark eyes had been completely replaced by blood.
At this moment, these sand bandits in front of me are no longer humans, but bloodthirsty and cruel beasts full of fangs!
His thin hands flew like dexterous butterflies, and stone darts and iron beads whizzed out of his hands one after another, turning into streams of light and heading straight for the sand pirates!
Puff puff puff...
Dense blood flowers bloomed, and the Sand Bandit was like a leaking water bag. Blood spurted out from his body, and he collapsed limply on the ground. Lu Chen rushed forward, grabbed the half of Uncle Wang's fallen stick, and smashed it with his head while roaring!
Bang!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the Sand Bandit's miserable howl suddenly stopped. Lu Chen turned the stick around randomly until his flesh and blood were smashed, and then he stopped panting heavily. A trace of sadness flashed in his blood-colored eyes, and he lowered his voice.
He said in a voice: "Uncle Wang, please go in peace, I will protect your home!"
Lu Chen dropped the wooden stick, turned around and rushed into the battlefield. The veins on his thin arms were exposed. The stone darts and iron beads came out with full of anger, as if they had eyes, whizzing and hitting the sand bandits one after another!
If he was lucky enough, an iron ball penetrated his throat and turned into a cold corpse. If he was almost lucky, he encountered a stone dart and was beaten to death with a bruised nose and face. He was beaten to death with sticks by the villagers who swarmed him.
Lu Chen was like the messenger of death, wandering around the battlefield, frantically harvesting the bloody lives of the sand bandits!
Seeing his unparalleled bravery, the fear in the villagers' hearts disappeared. A group of three or four people were able to suppress a sand bandit. The situation of the battle soon changed drastically.
Seeing that more than half of his men were dead and wounded, and the rest were gradually dying, the eyes of the second commander of the Sand Bandits, who were holding the battle in the distance, flashed fiercely. He pulled off his cloak with a ferocious smile, put his feet on the ground a little harder, and people shot out like cannonballs, several rising and falling.