Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 25 Xing Xia (comments required!)
Wang Erma was originally from Shique Village. Although he was supported by the elders of the family when he idled around, he was honest and honest, but all this changed two days ago.

I still remember that it was a sunny afternoon, and my father, who had gone to the market in the city in the morning, hurried home, disregarding his sweat-stained clothes, put down the donkey cart and went straight to the house where the village elder was.

At that time, he was still curious, laughing at a few playmates from the same village next to him with a setaria in his mouth.

Then I saw my father hurried to Wangjiagou on the opposite side of the mountain with the village elder. Before leaving, he called the hunters in the village, such as Uncle Wu and Uncle Er, to say a few words in a hurry.

Thinking about it now, it was probably to discuss how to deal with the ginkgo bandits flooding around Shiya County.

Unfortunately, I couldn't make it in time.

At noon, someone ran from outside the village screaming, stumbled, a corner of his clothes was torn, and half of the cloth fell to the ground to eat ashes.

He knew that man, he was the dog leg of Mr. Liu's family in the village, and he had been working with Mr. Liu since the other party's grandfather's generation, until now.

Wang Erma was curious, don't be so panicked because he met a wild wolf.

However, the man behind him was not wild wolves, but thinking about it now, he would rather be a pack of wolves.

Ton!
The wooden sticks pierced with iron nails smashed on the fence.

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

A young man with yellow skin, hair disheveled behind his head, trembling lips, and a pair of dark eyes full of fear.

To whom?to him.

To the mace in his hand.

boom!boom!
Wang Erma thought, it would be great if he ran away earlier in two days, if he went to Wangjiagou with his father and village elders to ask for help, if...it would be great if he didn't kneel down.

Bang-!
With a dull sound, the fence was broken, and he numbly continued to raise the mace high, and then smashed it down.

With a bang, the wooden stick in his hand trembled, and a yellow and white thing flew on his face, making his already skinny cheeks even more terrifying.

Wang Erma paused, and looked down, the boy was already lying on the ground, his face was sunken, blood was flowing all over the ground, and he was silent.

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

boom!There was another sound, and he stared blankly at the mace in his hand, which was slanted to hoe the ground, a trace of doubt flashed in his numb expression.

Turning around again, it was a woman with a thick waist, looking at her with tears all over her face, her eyes were red, and she was holding a rolling pin tightly in her hand, holding it high in the air—bang!

……

Near noon, the sky was bright.

But the village elders in Majiatun felt as cold as the ice in Lajiu.

There has been no war in Guangyong Mansion for a long time. Even if there was an uprising in the north of the moon a few days ago, most of the villagers would just gossip. The distance is too far away. fun.

However, the ginkgo bandit was different, it was in Shiya County, right in front of him.

There are no horses in the village, only the wooden fence that was pulled out temporarily, which is now broken, and a corner has been pushed away. Those vicious and hideous gangsters are fighting with the villagers with sticks and swords.

Fortunately, most of the opponents are thin and thin, as if they haven't had enough to eat for a few days, so the first touch, while spreading the killing intent, at the same time, they have the heart of protecting the family. In addition, the villagers gather more than each other, so the two sides Barely stuck together.

only……

The village elder held his spear tightly, and he, who had served in the army when he was young, looked at the burly man who was swaying leisurely on a horse not far away.

The arms are swollen, the thigh muscles are bulging, the temples are throbbing faintly, and a pair of tiger eyes are bursting out.

His throat rolled, and his back gradually became stained with sweat.

Obviously, that was a Lianjiazi.

It is estimated that the strength is not low.

The miscellaneous soldiers in front of them have made the villagers tired of coping, and even suffered casualties. If this person dismounts and strikes again... No, even if the opponent only rides a rough horse for a short-distance charge, the entire front line can be crushed.

Once they entered the village, the entire village could easily be massacred with the other party's force.

Thinking about the actions of the ginkgo bandits that came from the county in recent days, the village elder racked his brains and couldn't think of any countermeasures. He could only secretly pray that the other party would take action later, that the officers and soldiers of the county government and the people of Liujia Village would arrive sooner. .

On the other side, something that made the village elder's face even more ugly finally happened. The man on the horse saw that a group of bandits and the skinny and dark-faced farmers were evenly matched, with disdain in his eyes, and gradually showed impatience.

"A bunch of trash!"

The man got off his horse. This nasty horse came from a place called Shique Village before.Speaking of which, the surnamed Liu in the village was rich, and three full cellars were dug in the courtyard, all of which were covered with copper.

There is also his daughter, who looks good and looks good, but she doesn't know how to play.

Far less sturdy than the girls in the Red Boat Workshop in Songcheng.

With a gloomy face, the man pushed aside the buzzing gangsters who were crowding in at the entrance of the village. Two of them didn't stop, and they were slapped to the ground by his swollen thick black palm, with half of their teeth cracked and grunting. Bleeding.

They are all cannon fodder, death is not a pity.

While looking in, the man slowly drew out the sheathed scimitar at his waist.

There are many kinds of knives, especially in Xizhou, there are Shengmiao knives and scimitars, while knives such as straight-back knives and double-cut knives are used by fewer warriors.

"Ahh! Go to hell!"

The last gangster was torn apart, with a big square face roaring with angry eyes, his arms raised flat, his teeth gritted his teeth, and the hatchet was slashed down towards the man.

puff!

Turn sideways, pinch and lift, tease and stab.

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

Behind him, the neck was cracked, blood was bubbling, Fangzheng's big face was split open, and the throat was vaguely visible.

The smile faded, and the man shook his head inwardly. After all, they were just ordinary people who kept company with the crops.

To be honest, he is not interested in killing such a person at all.

I still look forward to whether I can find some "fun" when I enter the village for a while.

锃——!
clang!
Suddenly, a dagger stabbed straight, the man's heart skipped a beat, and the instincts accumulated from years of martial arts practice and hundreds of times of fighting and training reacted instantly. in the back of the head.

This blow was powerful and heavy, the violent tremor passed from the blade to the palm, and even pierced through the skin.

Tongjin master! !
Making a judgment in an instant, the man no longer cared about the angry villagers surrounding him, but stared straight out of the crowd——

The young man in white bunt, with a light green coat over his body, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a fair and masculine face, is now carrying out the vertical body movement, holding a cold iron sword, and galloping towards the battlefield at the entrance of the village at an extremely fast speed.

"Ginkgo thief!"

"Death!!"

The opponent roared, filled with righteous indignation.

Hey, are you a young warrior with a sense of justice...

The man grinned his teeth, with a cold light brewing in his eyes, thinking that after a while, he might not be in a hurry to kill. It might be more interesting to slaughter the whole village in front of such a person!
Licking his lips with the tip of his tongue, the man hit the villager who was about to sneak attack with his palm. The force of his palm chopped the man several feet into the air, and he flew upside down and fell to the ground.

Boom!With nothing in the way, he exerted force with his feet, leaving a crack in the ground.

He shot several feet suddenly, his body twisted, his long knife was bent like a moon, and his big black face stared at the young knight who was rushing straight, with a flash of a smile.

The man has a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of young people whose heads are prone to fever, and he has killed a lot of them in Songcheng before.

"It's you next!"

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