The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 41
The blade in Li Heng's hand has already drank the blood of many thieves. Wang Ren held a long spear to his right. He didn't know where the hunting bow was left by him, and even the timid Zhao Le took it in his hands. A short knife.

The thieves' offensive was wave after wave, like a continuous wave.

Almost everyone on the wall of the village was injured, and the fierce fighting for more than half an hour almost exhausted their physical strength.

Another wave of the bandit's offensive was repelled by the continuous rolling down of the wood, and the bandit who survived the disaster quickly ran back to a safe place.

Xue Laoqi sat on the ground panting and rested. He followed the retreating bandits and returned to the station. He tried to climb the wall of the village. Although he killed a young man, he was quickly driven out of the village by the others. wall.

It was also fortunate that he was experienced, and when he saw the young and strong people coming to help, he rolled over and rolled down the wall, and fell on a dead bandit, only to save his life.

The icy blade was placed on his neck, Xue Laoqi slowly turned his head, and met Huang San's fierce eyes.

"I'll give you one last chance, don't let me down."

With Huang San's order, the team that attacked the village was replaced by a new batch of new troops.

"kill!"

Xue Laoqi ran at the forefront of the team, and he knew that he had to work hard.

When he regained his remaining courage, no more rolling stones fell on the wall of the village, only a few sambar trees fell, but these did not stop the thieves from attacking.

The saffron had little success, and only a few unlucky ones were smashed to the ground by the falling saffron.

The short ladder was once again placed on the wall, and a fierce bandit in front of him jumped up from the short ladder and landed on the wall with a long knife in his mouth like a swift.

But this time, he didn't encounter any resistance. Looking inside the wall, dozens of young men were stumbling toward Lutai Mountain.

The gangster let out a strange cry, turned around and shouted loudly, "My Jute is the one who won the first credit for the fortress!"

The thieves outside the village wall still don’t know where the thieves are. The young men in Lutai Mountain are afraid that they have already run away, and they are scrambling to climb up the short ladder one by two.

Xue Laoqi was overjoyed in his heart, and he climbed up the wall without taking two steps. Not far away, he saw only dozens of young and strong running backs, and there was no one in the wall.

More and more thieves climbed the wall. They shouted loudly in groups and wanted to loot the village, but Xue Laoqi was not overwhelmed by the victory, all the thieves on the wall were killed by him. stopped.

He had to open the gate of the village and let the three masters outside the wall enter the village.

"Open the gate of the village!!"

The rough wooden door was quickly opened by the thieves who attacked the wall.

There was a burst of screaming on the mountain road, but everyone did not act, and all looked at Huang San who was on the side.

Huang San was quite satisfied with the reactions of the people around him. With a smile on his face, he turned over and rode on the pony beside him, and the short halberd in his hand waved in the air.

"Children, you have entered the village!"

"Steal his mother!!!"

When the bandits got the order, they all rushed to the gate of the village, for fear of falling behind.

Like a tide, a group of bandits flowed through the village gate from the slightly narrow mountain road, and they ran away wildly around the earth like a flood of Yinchuan.

At this time, Lutai Mountain was like an unguarded vault in their eyes.

Food, beauty, and possessions are available.

It's just that all of this is their wishful thinking after all.

When Xu An, who was hiding behind the mountain, looked at the thieves who crazily squeezed in from the village gate, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The thief known as Zheng Laoliu was holding a small hammer and strode forward with his chest exposed. Although he didn't get the first credit for seizing the fortress, he was quick in his hands and feet and rushed through the wall first. into the village.

There were more than a dozen bandits with him, and they ran to the house not far away, making bursts of harsh evil laughter.

But the evil laughter stopped abruptly.

Dozens of feathered arrows shot out from the house, pinning the still running thieves to the ground heavily. Zheng Laoliu, who was at the forefront, was pierced by a heavy arrow in his throat, and he was also inserted into his bare chest. Two feather arrows.

He fell weakly to a place ten steps away from the house, his head slammed heavily on the ground, making a muffled sound, and the evil light in his eyes slowly dissipated with the blood flowing out.

None of the more than ten thieves were spared, and they all fell to the ground. Some of the surviving thieves were still clutching their arrows and screaming mournfully.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

In several houses, sergeants with yellow scarves on their heads, crimson shirts, and black black armor roared and swarmed out of the houses.

These heavily armored soldiers jumped over the thieves who fell on the ground, like humanoid bulldozers, rushing towards the thieves who kept coming from behind.

The sharp blade in his hand frantically harvested the lives of one thief after another.

No one can stop these armored soldiers even for a breath of time, farm tools, and swords slashing on their armor can't hinder them in the slightest.

These armored soldiers were like icy killing machines, madly advancing forward, leaving only corpses all over the ground.

Xue Laoqi's smile froze on his face, and this sudden scene stopped his thinking.

There were also large groups of sergeants wearing yellow turbans on both sides of the mountain. Although they did not wear heavy armor like those monsters, they were holding neat and uniform halberds in their hands.

They marched in neat steps, shouted Wansheng, and lined up in neat formations to face the thieves who poured into the wall, step by step like a wall of earth oppressing them.

The psychological pressure on the bandits is even greater than those of the heavy armored sergeants.

The thieves who first poured out of the village gate were frightened by this sudden scene and stopped their progress.

When they saw the sergeants who were oppressed from both sides, and the heavy armored warriors rushing forward like wolves, they could no longer care about gold and silver treasures, and beauty food.

These thieves no longer have the joy of entering the village first.

It's just that the thieves outside the village gate still don't know what's going on in the village, they just want to rush into the village and loot wanton.

Treasures and beauties made their emotions extremely high, and no one wanted to be left behind and swarmed frantically to Zhaimen.

The thieves who rushed to the front were either shot by strong bows, or fell under pieces of halberds and swords. When they came to their senses, the thieves no longer wanted riches and beauties. They only wanted to survive. The frightened thieves fled to the gate of the village with their hands and feet, rolling and crawling.

Frightened like a lost dog.

(End of this chapter)