Chapter 25 The Mavericks (please comment!)

Wang Erma was originally from Shique Village. Although he was idle on weekdays, he was very honest and loyal, but all this changed two days ago.

I still remember it was a sunny afternoon. My father, who went to the market in the city in the morning, hurried back home. He didn't care about his sweaty clothes, put down his donkey cart and went straight to the house where the old village was.

At that time, he was still curious and laughed at several playmates from the village next to him with dogtail grass in his mouth.

Then I saw my father hurried to Wangjiagou across the mountain with his elders. Before leaving, he called Uncle Wu, Second Uncle and other hunters in the village over and said a few words.

Now that I think about it, I probably want to discuss how to deal with the vermillion bandits that are flooding around Shiya County.

Unfortunately, I didn't have time.

At noon, someone screamed and ran from outside the village, stumbled, his clothes were broken, and half of the cloth was placed on the ground and eaten ashes.

He knew that person, who was the tycoon of Mr. Liu's family in the village. He has been following Mr. Liu since his grandfather's generation, and has been working with Mr. Liu until now.

Wang Erma was curious, don’t meet a wild wolf, so she was so panicked.

However, the man was not following his wolves, but now he thought about it, he would rather be a group of jackals.

ton!

A wooden stick with iron nails hit the fence.

Wang Erma looked at the person behind the wood who was only half an arm away from him.

A young man had a little yellow skin, his hair was scattered behind his head, his lips were trembling, and his dark eyes were full of fear.

To whom? To him.

To the wolf tooth stick in his hand.

Bang! Bang!

Wang Erma thought, it would be great if he had run away early in two days, it would be great if he followed his father and the village elder to Wangjiagou for help, and it would be great if... he didn't kneel down.

Bang —!

With a dull sound, the fence broke open, and he continued to lift the wolf tooth stick high numbly and then smashed it down.

With a bang, the wooden stick in his hand trembled, and a yellow and white thing hit his face, making his already thin cheeks become more and more ferocious and terrifying.

Wang Erma stopped and looked down. The young man was lying on the ground, his face was sunken, and blood flowed all over the ground, and there was no sound.

Just like the playmates who fell beside me at that time.

Bang! Another sound came, and he stared at the mace in his hand that was slanted to the ground, and a trace of doubt flashed through his numb expression.

Looking back, she was a woman with thick waist, looking at herself with tears in her face, her eyes red, and holding the rolling pin in her hand tightly, holding it high in the air - bang!

...

It was almost noon and the sky was shining brightly.

But the old village in Majiatun felt as cold as the ice of La Jiu.

There was no war in Guangyong Mansion for a long time. Even if there was a stir in the north of Yue a few days ago, most of the villagers in the village only regarded it as a chat and was too far away. For the people of the countryside who had been looking at the homeland of their ancestors for generations, it was indeed just a fun thing to hear from.

However, the vermilion bandits are different, they are in Shiya County, right in front of him.

There was no horse-rejecting horse in the village, only the wooden fence that was temporarily pulled out, which was now broken and pushed aside a corner. The extremely vicious and ferocious bandits were fighting with the villagers with sticks and swords.

Fortunately, most of the other party were thin and seemed to have not had enough food for several days, so when they touched each other, they felt like they were trying to protect their families. In addition, the villagers gathered more than the other party, so the two sides barely remained stalemate.

only……

The old man in the village held the spear tightly. When he was young, he had joined the army and looked at the burly man riding a horse and wandering leisurely.

The arms were swollen, the thigh muscles were bulging, the temples were pounding, and a pair of tiger eyes burst into vitiligo.

His throat rolled, and his back gradually became sweaty.

Obviously, that was a trainer.

I guess my strength is not low.

The miscellaneous soldiers in front of them have already made the villagers exhausted and even suffered casualties. If this person dismounted and took action... no, even if the opponent only rode a slow horse and charged for a short distance, it would be able to destroy the entire front.

Once you enter the village, you may easily massacre the entire village with the opponent's force.

Thinking about the actions of the vermicelli bandits that have been heard in the county town in recent days, the village elders racked their brains and couldn't think of any way to deal with it. They could only secretly pray that the other party would take action later, and that the county magistrates and the people from Liujia Village would arrive early.

On the other hand, what made the village elder look even more ugly finally happened. The man who was standing on the horse looked at the group of bandits and thin and dark-faced farmers in front of him, and his disdain in his eyes gradually showed impatience.

"A bunch of waste!"

The man dismounted the horse. This slow horse came from a place called Shique Village before. It was of average quality, but it was okay to travel with it, so he was reluctant to be hurt for the time being. Speaking of which, the village named Liu was rich, and three cellars were dug in the courtyard, all covered with copper coins.

And his daughter, she looks good and looks, but she just doesn't care about it.

Far less sturdy than the girl in Hongboat House, Sangcheng.

With a gloomy face, the man pushed away the bandits buzzing at the entrance of the village. Two of them kept slapping the thick black slap and slapped them to the ground. Half of his teeth cracked and he spitted blood in his mouth.

All cannon fodder are you not to be jealous of death.

While moving inward, the man slowly pulled out the scimitar on his waist.

There are many types of swords. There are fewer martial artists in Xizhou, such as Miao swords and scimitars. They use straight back swords and double-cut swords.

"Ahhhh! Go and die!"

The last bandit was pulled apart, and a square face with a wide eyes wide open roar, raised his arms flat, gritted his teeth and slashed the hatchet downwards towards the man.

Puff!

Side, pinch, and twitch.

The man's face was plain and he walked around lightly, but a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Behind the back, the neck was cracked and blood was flowing. The square face was split open, and the throat was vaguely visible.

The man shook his head in his heart. After all, he was just some ordinary people who were companions with crops. His fists and feet were weak, and his movements were all flaws.

To be honest, he was completely uninterested in killing such a person.

I'd better look forward to whether I can find some "funny" when I enter the village later.

Shine-!

clang!

Suddenly, a short sword stabbed straight, and the man's heart thrust. He practiced martial arts all year round, and the instinct accumulated after hundreds of times of fighting and practicing instantly responded. He thrust his elbows and his palms and arms suddenly swelled, pulling the scimitar to block the back of his head.

The attack was so powerful that it was heavy, and the violent tremor was transmitted from the blade to the palm of the palm, and even pierced through the skin.

Master Tongjin!!

Making a judgment instantly, the man no longer cared about the villagers surrounding him angryly, but instead stared at the crowd-

The young man wearing a white short-strike, covered with a light green coat, with a starry eyebrow and a fair and masculine face. He was leaping at this moment, holding a cold iron sword in his hand, and rushing towards the village entrance battlefield at an extremely fast speed.

"Ginkgo thief!"

"Diet!!"

The other party roared and was filled with righteous indignation.

Hey, are you a young warrior who is a hero?

The man grinned his teeth, and the cold light was brewing in his eyes. He thought that he might not be in a hurry to kill him after he grabbed him for a while. It might be even more interesting if he slaughtered the entire village in front of such a person!

The man licked his lips with his tongue, and the man slapped the villagers who were preparing to attack with a palm. His palm power was so strong that he slashed the man into the air several feet. He flew backwards and fell to the ground, wailing and unable to struggle to get up.

Bang! No one blocked the way, he exerted his strength and left a crack on the ground.

Suddenly, he shot several feet, twisted his body, and the long sword was crooked like the moon. A big black face stared at the young knight who was rushing towards him, and a smile flashed across.

A man has a lot of experience in dealing with such young people who are prone to fever, and he killed a lot of them before when he was in Sangcheng.

"The next one is you!"

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