Will Ming

(Seeking red tickets, asking for collection)

The black knife was too sharp, so sharp that it cut open the enemy's skin and then cut open the enemy's throat and neck bone. Li Xian didn't feel much resistance in his hands.After the blade broke through the neck of one bandit, the head of another bandit had already been spun away in the next second.Beside Li Xian, four or five spears flew up and down, stabbing and flying the gangsters in front one by one.

The gangsters, who were completely stunned by the sudden blow, couldn't even raise their hearts to resist. Most of them ran wildly while shouting in fear.

Only the stupidest people will give their backs to the enemy on the battlefield.

Obviously, those bandits have not yet realized that they are fighters.After Li Xian and his eighteen people galloped into their camp, all the brutal methods they used to deal with the common people just now were thrown out of the blue.Except for a very few stubborn people who dared to wave rough weapons to stop them, almost [-]% of the gangsters began to run desperately.They didn't have the courage to resist. Although they had just killed someone, no one was used to the coldness of those eighteen riders killing people.

They can feel the thrill of killing, but they don't have enough killing skills.They killed people for the sake of catharsis, to show their fearlessness. In fact, they were even more timid than those ordinary people.Because only when killing people can they suppress the humble fear in their hearts.Therefore, they try their best to numb their guilty conscience and guilt in killing and then abandon them.

However, they were unsuccessful.

They used to be ordinary people, and many of them even belonged to good families.They originally lived a life of not being rich but happy as the common people. Although the family was poor, they enjoyed themselves in harmony.But, I don't know when, the song of Mo Xianglang's death in Liaodong came into their ears.Some people began to feel unwilling, so they bravely gathered together to avoid military service from the government.However, they also have to eat when they are hiding. If there is no food, they can only grab it, and the people will naturally not give away the small amount of food and money they have accumulated through hard work.And so, the killing began.This is a disaster in which the people killed the people, and now, the disaster has just emerged.

This is a disaster in which the people fight against their fate, and the victims are the people themselves.

I don't know when it started, when these bandits waved their weapons and massacred the unarmed people, their hands no longer trembled.I don't know when, they have adapted to killing for fun.There are even many people like them who blindly worship Zhang Jincheng, the leader of the gangster who dares to eat people's hearts alive.

Their thinking changed unconsciously. In their eyes, people who eat people's hearts are scary, but they are real heroes.

But not everyone dared to break open the chest of a living person, take out the still beating heart and bite it down bite by bite, so they became the followers of the person who dared to strike.

Therefore, people are no longer people.

Li Xian knew this period of history, so he didn't feel uncomfortable when he started to kill those gangsters.He has been killing people since he was six years old, and he will definitely not become hesitant after he has already made a move.Therefore, after his first arrow was shot, his killing speed didn't slow down but got faster and faster.He hated those bandits who slaughtered his fellow villagers, but he didn't have much sympathy for those people.

He only kills when he should. Li Xian actually takes the word sympathy very lightly.

Compassion does not save, especially when the knife becomes the only truth.

This village was destroyed, and maybe it won't be long before the remaining people in this village will follow the same path as those who killed their relatives and go to another village to slaughter others.

Some people say that there is no justice or evil in war when it happens when it should happen most.It is also said that when killing is the only solution to a problem, then killing also has no distinction between benevolence and cruelty.

Li Xian, who has been on the run since he was a baby, has seen too many injustices, and most of the time he was on the sidelines.Within his ability, he will do some good things in the eyes of others.But most of the time, he's just a terribly calm bystander.

Therefore, Li Xian, who was killing people at this time, did not have any fluctuations in his mood.

He kills with a deadpan face.

There was no shouting, no venting, just silent swinging of the knife again.

Someone held something so rough that it couldn't even be called a weapon against him, so Li Xian cut off the head of the man.Suddenly, the aorta with no resistance began to spurt out blood, and a blood mist exploded in midair.Someone ran away crying and howling, Li Xian chased up from behind and tore his back open with a knife.The long, bloody flesh turned over to the sides, exposing sections of white spines.There were also people who peed in their pants and knelt down tremblingly, and when Li Xian leaped past, he split his head open with a knife.People who have lost half of their heads can even see white brains flowing slowly before their eyes, into their eyes, and into their mouths before they die.

Tie Liaolang and the others used long spears to protect Li Xian's left and right sides, and no one could approach them.And the horse thief behind used a horizontal knife to keep opening and expanding the torn opening, so big that the blood flowed into a river and couldn't be blocked.

As Iron Wolf said, this is a group of gangsters with no fighting power at all.

Under the calm killing of Eighteen Cavalry, they completely collapsed.

They fled, fleeing with their lives, and they died when they fled.They can't run over the four hooves of war horses, and they can't hide from those murderous weapons.

Not far away, the remnants of the people no longer cheered. They stood there numbly watching the eighteen demons massacring the bandits. vomited.Until there was no more viscous stuff in my stomach, I began to retch sour water.

Two bandits robbed two old horses in the village, climbed on the bare horses and fled far away.They don't even require that they can escape the murder, as long as they can escape faster than their companions.

A long lance like a poisonous dragon pierced from the side, piercing a gangster who had just climbed up on his horse.The man who made the lance was surprisingly powerful, he picked up the gangster who was still kicking and kicking indiscriminately, lifted it up high, and then slammed into the ground, the head of the gangster happened to hit a stone roller Burst like a watermelon.Immediately afterwards, the long lance stretched out again and pierced the heart of another bandit riding a horse. The three-foot-long lance turned violently in the man's body, and blood sprayed continuously along the blood hole. It came out, and there were small pieces of minced meat mixed with it.

The arms holding the long lance were extremely stable. After stabbing a person to death, the lance turned around and easily cut the throat of a gangster. A line of blood splashed out after chasing the lance. The man subconsciously clutched his neck, but Unable to stop more and more blood gushing out.When he looked desperately at the man who used the lance, one of his companions had already been pierced through the eye socket by the man and broke out of his brain.

The man who made the lance came from nowhere and stopped in front of those bandits.He was sitting steadily on the back of a strong war horse, and his long spear stabbed out as quickly as a phoenix nodding, and each stab could harvest a fresh life.Beside him, two servant-like people cut off the noses of those dead bandits while laughing.These two teenagers, who were only sixteen or seventeen years old, were extremely proficient in using daggers. It seemed that cutting someone's nose was as easy as cutting leeks.

The man who made the lance killed people quickly, and the two young men cut their noses just as quickly.

If you compare Li Xian's murder with calmness, then this man's murder is full of passion.He seemed to enjoy the process of killing, with a happy smile on his slightly dark face.

"Xiao Bing, Xiao Ding, you two cut faster. I'm going forward. The white-faced boy on the opposite side is so powerful with the black knife that he can't kill people a little slower than me. We can't let him take all the credit for it." If I snatch it away, I still hope to cut off a few more noses in exchange for wine money!"

"Master, you're ready to kill, don't worry, Xiaoding and I won't be left behind!"

A boy wiped the blood splattered on his face, and said with a smile showing his white teeth.

The black-faced man burst out laughing, and Wu Leng rushed into the crowd of bandits.

Li Xian cut off half of a bandit's shoulder with a single knife, and was looking for the next target when he suddenly found that the front was empty.He had already noticed the dark-faced man who appeared out of nowhere and rode his horse, but he didn't expect the other party to kill people so fast.

Just as he raised his head to look at the other party, he suddenly heard the person on the other side ask with a smile: "Hey! That white-faced boy, what's your name, you're really good at making swords!"

Li Xian frowned slightly, seeing that the man on the other side killed him quickly and fiercely, but he didn't expect that his voice was still a little immature.

He looked up and took a closer look, only to find that although the other person's face was slightly dark, the corners of his mouth were bald and there was not a single fluff, apparently his age was about the same as him.When he was surprised, Li Xian also asked casually.

"Hey! That black-faced boy, who are you?"