My balcony connects the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 41 Rolling
"Son!"

"Brother Wei!"

"Husband!"

The person who came was none other than Wei Cheng, who they were thinking of.

Hearing the exclamation of the villagers, a smile appeared on Wei Cheng's face, and then he looked at Cai Yan, seeing that she was safe and sound, and felt a little relieved.

The eyes of the two paused in the air for a while, Wei Cheng showed a smile that reassured Cai Yan, and then looked at the enemy on the opposite side of the fire.

Wei Cheng also had lingering fears at this time, if he came half an hour late, the result would be beyond his imagination.

Now he is very grateful to the waiter who dropped the porcelain, which made him feel the crisis coming.

Hao Dadao and Chengtou and others surrounded him one after another, Hao Dadao blamed himself: "Master, it's all my fault, if I hadn't hesitated, they wouldn't have climbed up so easily..."

Wei Cheng waved his hand at him, looked to the side and said, "Arrange ten people to follow me immediately, and the others stay put to guard."

He nodded his head like a pounding garlic. After seeing Wei Cheng, he was like a lost lamb who suddenly found his way home. He was no longer confused and at a loss. He turned around and nodded to ten people, waiting for Wei Cheng to send.

Wei Cheng looked at Hao Dadao, who looked self-reproachful again, and ordered, "Uncle Dadao, this is not the time to discuss who is right and who is wrong. You immediately take a few people back to the village and collect all the clay pots in the village."

"Ah, good, good!" Hao Dadao nodded repeatedly.

Wei Cheng looked at Cai Yan again, and said in a harmonious voice: "Madam, let's help together, take a few women and tear the linen, just big enough to seal the openings of the clay pots, and seal as many pots as there are. "

Cai Yan had a lot of things to say to Wei Cheng in her heart, but it was a pity that the strong enemy had not yet retreated, so she could only force back the words in her heart, clenched her fists, and replied in a clear voice: "Don't worry, my husband, the linen is still there." Many, I will take them to move."

Wei Cheng smiled at her, and immediately ran towards the village with the first class.

When passing the mute, Wei Cheng stopped and said, "I'll leave this to you first, and we must not let them cross the line of fire."

The mute was stunned, looked at the people in Haojia Village, and finally nodded emphatically, snatched the bow and arrow from the hand of the head, walked silently behind the fence and looked at the figure flickering in the fire.

At this moment, the mute seemed to be a different person. Ban Jin and Ba Liang, who had often bullied him in the past, looked at the back of the mute dumbfounded. They didn't know if it was an illusion. They felt the breath of a beast from the mute.

Wei Cheng glanced at the mute, and then quickly ran towards the hillside with the first-class people.

Fortunately, the area on the top of the mountain was not that big. When everyone arrived at the shabby room, Wei Cheng asked Chengtou to wait in the yard.

He walked into the warehouse by himself, and after about a few minutes, he came out sweating profusely and said, "Come in and move."

"These two wine tanks, and those three boxes, all moved there."

There were exactly ten people here, and there were five items in total, so it wouldn't be too heavy for two people to carry one item.In fact, there are more than these things, but time is running out now, even if it is time travel, Wei Cheng can't move alone, so he can only look for opportunities to move them all.

Wei Cheng watched the things being carried out, finally pulled his head, pointed to the corner and said, "You take it."

"This is!?" Cheng was startled when he saw the object in the corner, and then became confused.

Wei Cheng didn't expect that the merchant would give him a handful of the [-] arrowheads he customized. He probably wanted to make another deal with Wei Cheng. It just so happened that it would come in handy at this time.

"It's called a compound bow. Its effective damage range is 150 steps. It can be thrown farther. The bow string can be adjusted for tension. You can try it yourself, and if you don't understand it, ask me... Let's go, let's talk about it first."

Without further ado, when Wei Cheng and the others returned to the defense line, everything he wanted was ready.

Wei Cheng tore open the seals of the two wine jars, and said to Hao Dadao and Cai Yan: "Put wine in the clay jars, you don't need to fill them up halfway, otherwise it's too heavy and can't be thrown far away, and the sealing cloth also needs to be filled." Soak it in wine."

When the two heard the words, they immediately led the villagers into action. Wei Cheng reminded again: "Don't touch the open flame. This wine will ignite as soon as it touches the fire. The person holding the torch leans back."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Chengtou and the men in the village, and said loudly: "All those who have passed the test of the strength group stand up, Chengtou, please distribute the clothes in the box to everyone, and I will teach you how to wear them, hurry up."

More than 30 men quickly stood out from the crowd, headed by Chengtou, all of them passed the test of the strength group.

Wei Cheng opened a box and took out the stab-proof suit inside. Except for the headgear and shoes, this stab-proof suit can basically cover the rest of the body.He handed it to the head, and said: "You try it on, and others will look carefully. You can't be careless in wearing this dress. You must tie the belt tightly, otherwise you will die in a while."

Chengtou was playing with the compound bow in his hand. Hearing this, he hurriedly handed the bow to his younger brother Banjin, and said, "Hold it carefully, don't move it."

Wei Cheng helped him put on the anti-stab suit. It was actually quite simple. The belts were all on the back, and he couldn’t wear them by himself. He needed someone to help him tighten the belts. For the knot, Wei Cheng had no choice but to teach everyone the simplest bow knot.

Not long after, thirty men put on their stab-proof suits. Wei Cheng nodded in satisfaction, took a spear from a villager nearby, and under the terrified gaze of the crowd, he stabbed the head in the stomach fiercely. go.

This sudden movement frightened many people, especially the head, who had to dodge instinctively.

Wei Cheng shouted: "Don't be afraid."

Weighing the head hesitated for a while, and finally took it obediently.

Just when everyone thought that the head would be blood splattered on the spot, the spear pierced the stab-proof suit, and there was only a dull impact sound, while the head stood there unharmed, staring blankly at his own body. Belly, with a look of surprise on his face.

Wei Cheng didn't talk nonsense to everyone, and tried to chop on the head's arm again.

With the previous vaccination, not only did he not hide his head this time, but he took the initiative to meet it.

Bang, there was another dull voice, and he felt that his arm was hit by someone. Although it hurt a little, it didn't hurt his inside at all.

Seeing this, Wei Cheng said with satisfaction: "Okay, wait for my order for a while, and I will let you charge, and you charge forward with weapons. As long as the other party doesn't attack your head, you don't have to be afraid of anything, you know ?"

The first-class people looked at each other, touched the stab-proof clothing on their bodies, and shouted in surprise and joy: "Young master, don't worry, with such protective gear, we can fight even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, hahaha."

Wei Cheng frowned slightly, signaling them not to be too complacent, and then looked at the simple Molotov cocktail made by Hao Dadao and others.

"My lord, what do you think, is this what you want?" Hao Dadao asked hastily.

Wei Cheng took a pottery pot. The pot was not big. It was a pot that the villagers usually used to hold water for drinking. Its shape was similar to the milk powder pots of later generations. A strong smell of alcohol.

According to Wei Cheng's intention, he left a strip of linen cloth that was as long as an arm and as thick as two fingers. The wine inside soaked out, and the cloth strip was already a little damp. As long as it touched the fire, it would burn instantly.

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When Wei Cheng organized the villagers there to start arranging countermeasures, it was Hujiabao's side.

Hu Biao and his party were just waiting to eat the dry food they brought. Seeing that the fire was getting smaller and smaller, they were already gearing up one by one, eager to rush over.

But at this moment, there was a burst of laughter from across the fire.

Hu Biao thought he had heard it wrong, and looked at Fan Zhiqing who was not far behind him. Fan Zhiqing was naturally bewildered, his brows were slightly frowned, and he asked suspiciously, "Could it be that he was frightened?"

The men next to him laughed and said, "It's also possible. I didn't expect that the people in Haojia Village looked tough, but in fact they were all pretending. It doesn't matter if you're scared, it's easier to kill them later."

"I guess the laughter came from the Second Leaders. The people in Haojia Village knew they couldn't beat us, so they let them go?"

"Hahaha, what do you think of them being the third master?" Everyone looked at Fan Zhiqing one after another.

Fan Zhiqing's expression was slightly restrained, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing, and then the hairs all over his body stood on end, it was obviously the scorching heat of July, and there was a scorching fire in front of him, but he just felt cold.

"What do I think?" Fan Zhiqing stood up abruptly, "My mother thinks something is wrong."

Fan Zhiqing's reaction was not insignificant. Even Hu Biao was startled and turned to look at him.

Out of instinct, Fan Zhiqing had the urge to run away, but when he looked back, he found that it was a cliff.

A picture suddenly came to his mind. Others have tigers in front and wolves in back, but now he has a sea of ​​fire in front and cliffs behind him. A group of six or seventy people put themselves in such a dangerous situation. If...

Bang!
Just as he was thinking and panicking, a crackling sound came from the front of the team.

Immediately afterwards, there was a violent storm of 'bang bang bang bang...' and the curses and cries for help from the people under his command.

Fan Zhiqing looked up, just in time to see something in the shape of a clay pot hitting him on the head.

Commander Zhou who was next to him reacted quickly, drew out the weapon on his waist, and hit that thing with a single blow.

It was also a 'bang'!
Fan Zhiqing only felt a flash of strange blue flames flashing in front of his eyes, and then the flames rapidly expanded and exploded in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye.One moment he wanted to praise Zhou Tun for his good skills, but the next moment he was directly doused by the bursting flames.

Alcohol burns at a very high temperature, and the core temperature is as high as six to seven degrees. When a person is covered with ignited alcohol, it can be concluded that he is useless, because the sudden high temperature will make him fall into a short-term mind blank, instinct Keep away from sources of ignition.

Now, for the people in Hujiabao, the only thing without a source of fire is the cliff behind them, but their brains have lost the ability to think, and they instinctively run backwards, trying to stay away from the source of fire, but in the end they step on the ground one by one, Shouting and falling down heavily.

Chaos.

The butchers who were still sharpening their knives all turned into lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Even those who are lucky, those who are not hit by the pot, they will not be spared, because their companions who are on fire will instinctively ask them for help.Dozens of people frantically fled to save themselves on the edge of the already cramped cliff, and the result can be imagined.

But there were always a few clear-headed ones who escaped the fire claws of the clay pot and their companions. They bit the bullet and ran into the sea of ​​flames in front of them, trying to fight for a way out.

For example, Hu Biao, he took the lead, holding a guillotine in his hand, and called a few confidantes to split the burning bushes all the way.

As soon as they were about to burst out of the sea of ​​flames, a shout of killing came from the front.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Said to be the head of the captured Han sword, aimed directly at the tall and burly Hu Biao. The stab-proof suit on his body gave him great courage, allowing him to dare to pair up with Hu Biao, who was awe-inspiring and regarded as a tiger in the past. Put it right.

The rest of the villagers were also confident, except for protecting their heads with the captured iron hats, they almost gave up other defenses, and took spears and weapons to stab the Hujiapu people who were running towards them.

"Looking for death!" Hu Biao slashed at the head first, because the head was wearing an iron hat, and he aimed at the shoulder of the head.

However, what surprised him was that the mud-legged man on the opposite side seemed to be insane, and even recklessly held his sword, roaring loudly and stabbing straight at his stomach.

"Life for life?" This absurd idea immediately appeared in Hu Biao's mind.

He hastily stopped the knife and turned around to avoid the attack of the head. Compared with these mud legs, he felt that his life was obviously more precious, how could he exchange his life with the other party?
But what surprised him was that the other party was unwilling to let him go. Seeing that he dodged the attack, he slammed him even more fiercely. The defense on his body was completely let go. Hu Biao felt that he could split him in half with a single blow.

However, chopping can be done, but the opponent's attack has to be defended.

Just as he was protruding left and right, there were constant wailing sounds from his subordinates around him.

Hu Biao turned his head to look, and saw the scene that broke his heart and gallbladder.

"This, this is impossible..."

It's also a "life for life" style of play. The spear of the subordinate clearly stabbed the opponent's chest, but why did the opponent continue to hold the Han sword and cut off the subordinate's hand as if nothing happened?
It's unscientific... oh, the hell it should be.

Hu Biao hurriedly took a few steps back to avoid the attack of the head. For him, the attack of the head was nothing more than waving the weapon in his hand indiscriminately. It was very easy to dodge with his skill.

However, even if the head cannot attack him, he also cannot cause fatal damage to the head.

The moment he retreated, the guillotine in his hand took the opportunity to cut across his weakly defended stomach, and the real touch came from the blade. Hu Biao was sure that his knife would definitely make this mud-legged man lose his fighting power.

However, to his surprise, he was obviously cut in the stomach by himself.Why, why can he still act like a normal person, culling and killing him without fear of death?

"No, it's impossible, it's not true." Hu Biao thought his knife was blunt, and slashed at the burning bushes beside him.

The shrub was instantly split in two by the sharp blade, and the incision was neat and smooth.

As if seeing a ghost, Hu Biao turned his head to look at the culling comer, and looked at his intact stomach. A terrible thought suddenly appeared in his mind... that is the rumored invulnerable yellow scarf warrior, does it really exist? ?
(End of this chapter)