big song poppi

Chapter 65 0063 [Look at the strength of our Western Army]

"Damn it, these people don't keep their promises, so fight with them!"

"Left and right are dead, kill!"

"what!!!"

The bandits roared in the lobby, but they lost their weapons and lost their opportunity, and they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Han Zhen turned a deaf ear and rushed out of the lobby quickly.

Under the rain curtain, I saw a brawny shirtless man leading hundreds of gangsters rushing towards the Juyi Hall.

The raindrops fell on his body, and with the blood splashed on the bamboo armor, it slid to the ground.

In an instant, a puddle of blood accumulated under Han Zhen's feet.

The terrifying aura emanating from all over his body, coupled with his sturdy figure and long horse spear, suppressed these bandits unexpectedly.

"Shi Bao is dead, put down your weapon and accept the surrender, you can save yourself from death!"

Master Shi is dead?
This news made all the bandits lose their minds.

The shirtless burly man was startled at first, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "What are you panicking, the big boss is gone, and I'm still here. Brothers follow me, kill him to avenge the big boss!"

After all, he took the lead in raising his knife and rushed towards Han Zhen.

The bandits came back to their senses and rushed forward one after another.

At this moment, the fourth child couldn't restrain his heart from ecstasy, and he had already started thinking about how to get Shi Bao's wives and concubines in a logical manner after taking over the cottage...

Whoosh!
Suddenly, a breaking wind sounded in his ears.

The fourth child raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and quickly blocked Pu Dao diagonally in front of him.

The next moment, a crisp sound came to my ears.

Immediately afterwards, the fourth child felt a huge force hit his chest, and his whole body seemed to be hit head-on by a galloping horse.

The person holding the lance in front of him is getting farther and farther away from him.

It's a wonderful feeling.

boom!
The fourth child fell heavily to the ground, but at the moment he felt no pain, only dizziness.

The scene in front of him became more and more blurred until it was completely plunged into darkness.

Indistinctly, an unreal cry came from my ear.

"Four Masters!"

"Fourth brother, fourth brother!"

"No, the fourth master is dead!"

"..."

I am not dead!
The fourth child wanted to open his mouth, but he could only make an inaudible hoo hoo sound.

He couldn't help but recall the scene when he watched his second brother Niu Yu kill the dog. The second brother strangled the dog's neck tightly with a hemp rope.

The dog tried to open its mouth and made the same sound.

……

……

"Huhuhu~"

Amid heavy gasps, a strong bloody smell permeated the entire lobby.

Ma Sangou and others sat on the ground with a pile of corpses separated from the deserters, staring wide-eyed.

Killing is not as easy as you think.

Even if it is a dog, it will bite and run away when it is killed, let alone a living person.

After resting for a while, Ma Sangou struggled to stand up, feeling that his body had regained some strength.

Seeing this, the complexion of the square-faced strong man on the opposite side changed slightly, and he clenched his knife vigilantly.

Ma Sangou ignored them, but ordered: "The seriously injured bandage yourself, and the rest follow me to help Second Brother Han."

Hearing this, more than 20 soldiers got up one after another.

Just as they were about to go out, the strong man with a square face said, "A certain family will also help."

He still understands the reason why the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.

Ma Sangou hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

For a while, the square-faced strong man led five deserters to join them.

When they walked out of the hall, they were taken aback by the scene in front of them.

In the rain, Han Zhen was chasing and killing hundreds of bandits with a horse in one hand and a stone mill in the other.

The stone mill was used by the fleeing households in the village to thresh the wheat. It doesn't look too big, but it weighs more than 200 catties.

At this moment, it was used as a weapon by Han Zhen.

While waving, there was a whistling sound, and all the bandits who were hit would either die or be disabled.

A deserter muttered to himself, "How can there be such a brave person?"

"Second brother Han is the reincarnation of a god-man, protected by golden light." Xiao Chong said.

These words were originally made up by them to deceive the gang of villagers, but at the moment, he himself believed it a little bit.

"Quick, shoot him!"

"Send the arrow, release the arrow!"

A little boss ran while commanding in a panic.

Hearing this, several bandits stopped and hurriedly took down their bows and arrows.

Just drew the bow and set the arrow, before they aimed, they saw a stone roller flying towards them.

"Run!"

The bandits immediately threw away their bows and arrows, turned around and ran away.

One of them reacted a little slower, unable to dodge in time, and was rubbed on the shoulder by the stone roller.

Click!

But after hearing a crisp sound, the whole arm twisted backward at a strange angle.

The next moment, a shrill scream sounded in the rain.

At this time, Ma Sangou and others recovered their senses one after another, raised their knives and joined the battle.

"Don't wait, Mr. Xiaolang, let's see the strength of our Western Army!"

Seeing this brave scene, the strong square-faced man felt his blood boil, he let out a loud roar, and led five fleeing troops towards the bandits.

I saw six fleeing soldiers, using a strong man with a square face as a sharp knife, they shot into the group of bandits like an arrow.

Everyone has a clear division of labor and cooperates closely.

The strong man with a square face held a plain knife and just fought, while the deserters on the left and right sides were responsible for making up the knife and helping him block the bandit's counterattack from time to time.

After the square-faced strong man was exhausted, he immediately retreated and was replaced by another deserter.

Although there were only six of them, they felt as if they had entered a land of no one among the bandits.

In contrast, Ma Sangou and the others appeared to be disorganized, rushing forward in a swarm, slashing at the head.

The bandit didn't kill a few, but he was stabbed twice.

Han Zhen's eyes were hot for a while, and the intention of wooing rose in his heart.

After a quarter of an hour, the battle was over.

More than half of the nearly 80 bandits were killed or injured, and the remaining [-] or [-] people fled into the mountains in pieces.

Han Zhen didn't bother to chase after them, these fleeing bandits didn't do much good.

After a great battle, even with his physique, he felt a little out of strength.

Ma Sangou came to him with tired steps, and said concernedly: "Second brother Han, you are injured!"

Only then did Han Zhen realize that there were several more wounds on his legs and right arm.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the amount of bleeding was not large.

"Small injury, it's okay."

Han Zhen waved his hand and ordered: "Sangou, go and call Yuan Chuliu!"

Ma Sangou nodded, turned around and walked towards the valley.

Then, Han Zhen shouted again: "Zhang He!"

"exist!"

Zhang He responded weakly, and staggered over.

"Statistics of soldier casualties!"

"Order!"

Soon, Zhang He came back and reported with an ugly face: "21 people were slightly injured, and three were seriously injured. The three who were seriously injured may not make it through tonight."

"I gonna go see."

As Han Zhen said, he turned and walked towards Juyi Hall.

Among the three seriously injured soldiers, one of them was Wang Wu, who was also the most seriously injured among the three.

He was stabbed several times in the body, and the wound was long and deep. Although the bleeding had been stopped and a simple bandage had been done, his eyes were still closed and he fell into a coma.

The other two were slightly better, lying on the table with pale faces.

In ancient times, he was seriously wounded by a knife, and whether he survived was entirely dependent on luck.

The knife wound is not fatal, the ensuing wound infection and inflammation are fatal.

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(End of this chapter)