Chapter 152 Melee
Author: That sour sugar
In a daze, Liu Huaijin was awakened by a serene sound. When he saw the boys dressed, he sat up and took the time to put on his clothes and go to wash with them.
Although the person got up, his body was not in good condition. After breakfast, Chen Fan asked everyone to prepare weapons, but he still felt that he was not very awake.
The boys were hanging daggers on their belts, and Huai Jin also took out his dagger and hung it on the belt.
"Each of you has a dagger?" he asked, stretching out his hand to Liu Chenfeng.
Liu Chenfeng pulled out the dagger and handed it to him, saying, "The birthday gift given to us by my uncle is one for each person regardless of the date. There are also girls. Dingkang and I have it."
Huai Jin looked at the dagger, and a cold air penetrated into his body. He felt awake instantly. He looked at Chen Zhongyan again, and Chen Zhongyan also handed him the dagger.
The sharper and more compelling aura was obviously better than his dagger.
Huai Jin returned the daggers to them and followed them out. But he was thinking in his heart, what is the identity of Zhang Ci?
He has rich knowledge and extraordinary insights. He can give away more than ten top-grade daggers and let the governor's legitimate son propose marriage for him. Why should he hide in the countryside and marry into a farmer's house?
When they arrived in the yard, the children picked up sticks one after another, and Huai Jin also picked up his own one.
Chen Fan smiled at everyone and said, "We go to the other side of the river today, and there are two thousand acres of land there. The rice harvesting will start from today, and this will start tomorrow."
Everyone crossed the bridge neatly and walked towards the two thousand acres of rice fields.
The villagers and tenants had already started harvesting and lined up on the side of the road. Chen Fan led the children to continue walking forward, all the way to the two houses on the other end of the rice field.
After just a cup of tea, everyone heard the sound of chariots and horses. Looking up, several carriages rushed in front, and behind were black crowds.
Like a tide, cars and people arrived in front of each other in a flash and reached the fields.
Huai Jin stood up in a hurry, but found that the other children did not move and sat down again.
Chen Fan smiled at him: "Let them cut for a while first and save some of our strength."
"The last time I was digging sweet potatoes, the governor of Pingzhou also came and brought a lot of people to help us dig out all the sweet potatoes." Chen Zhongliang said.
Huaijin also heard about this. But he was still a little worried: "What should I do if there is no government official coming later?"
"Then just fight." Chen Zhongzhu didn't care.
"They have a lot of people." Huai Jin said.
"It's not obvious that they are bullying people in a small number of people," said Chen Zhongyan.
"They won't just cut rice like this, are they?" Huai Jin didn't understand the plans of those people.
Half an hour later, the rice-cutter stopped. Some people piled up rice and tied rice handles, while the other people rushed towards the tenants with sickles, trying to move the rice handles they had tied to the carriage.
The tenants who were harvesting rice were panicked. A few of them fell to the ground with their sickles. A few of them were brave enough to speed up the harvesting of rice. They did not forget to shout "Pick it up and continue to cut."
The rice-pickers suddenly picked up sticks on the ground and swept towards the crowd robbing food.
The long stick swept over, and some people's sickles were knocked to the ground. Then the second wave of sticks poked at their waists and abdomen, and some people fell to the ground in pain. The sticks hit the people's inertia with the falling inertia.
legs and feet.
At this time, the first wave of people who swung the sticks had raised the stick again, swept towards them, and knocked the few people who rushed to the front to the ground. The second wave of people also rushed over and cut down the few people behind them.
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The people who were robbing the grain fell to the ground one after another, and the sticks fell on them like raindrops, screaming and stacking.
While there was a melee, the rice bundlers here also picked up sickles and rushed towards Chen Fan and the others.
Chen Fan quickly walked forward, and slid his knees, swung his bar low, and wiped the group's ankles. The people's feet hurt, their knees bent, and they fell to the ground. Chen Zhongzhu followed closely behind.
The wind of the stick swept across the row of arms that raised the knife. The arms drooped in pain, and the sickle fell to the ground and hit the accomplices.
Chen Zhongyan jumped up, kicked the heads of several people, flew to the back row of the crowd, swept the long stick around, and fell a batch of people behind him. Then he flipped the long stick, smashed the other end at several people, and knocked down a few more.
indivual.
Liu Chenfeng stood beside Huaijin and said, "You go up and I go down." After that, he swept the legs and feet of several people. Huaijin understood and swung them from top to bottom towards their upper body. Liu Chenfeng tapped the ground with a stick.
, supported it, swept it back, knocking down two people who had not fallen to the ground. Huaijin also increased his confidence and adjusted his movements and slashed them out again.
The stick flipped flexibly in Chen Fan's hands, and successively knocked the sickles from those people to the ground. The dolls fought in groups of two, and some people took the sickles and slashed at Chen Xiu, and rushed out of a guard guard from somewhere. The knife
The tip passed through him, and the man fell into a pool of blood.
Huai Jin also encountered a close-range attack. His stick had no time to adjust and he couldn't free his hand to pull the dagger. He kicked the man in a hurry, but he didn't have much strength. The man just paused his body, and the sickle was still towards Huai Jin.
Approaching.
He tilted his head and closed his eyes.
A gust of wind blew past his ears, and a warm liquid poured on his face, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his whole face.
No knife was slashed on him, no stick was hit on him. He did not feel the dangerous oppression.
He opened his eyes and found that the crowd was still fighting, and he had already empty circle around him.
Liu Chenfeng was still dancing with a stick in front of him. Huai Jin wiped his face, took a deep breath, and walked over to join the battle.
The fight gradually stopped, and with a whistle, Chen Fan and the others stopped.
Hundreds of people who came to grab the food fell to the ground, some rolled and howled on the ground, some curled up silently, and some were motionless.
Liu Chenfeng pounced on Huaijin and hugged his waist tightly. He also hugged Chenfeng tightly, and his body kept trembling.
Chen Fan hugged Xiaoya, Chen Yue hugged Chen Ying and Chen Xiu, and gently patted their backs.
Chen Zhongyan and several boys sat in a circle, putting their arms on their shoulders, heads next to each other, giving each other silent encouragement and comfort.
The villagers and tenants were already sitting on the ground limp and had no strength to cut rice.
Two guards brought a bucket of boiling water and a stack of bowls to let them drink some hot water.
The other guards were busy transporting the rice to the warehouse. The carriages of those people happened to be available ready-made.
Chu Sheng's body was splashed with blood. She pulled a carriage and asked Chen Fan and the others to get in.
The carriage had no tent, and the boys and girls were crowded in one car.
Liu Huaijin looked at Chu Sheng in confusion: "When did Sister Chu Sheng come here?"
Chu Sheng smiled and said, "I'll arrive earlier than you."
Huai Jin blinked, but didn't react.
Chu Sheng didn't explain this question, just said what she wanted to say: "This group of people will not be too powerful, there will be even more cruel later."
Huaijin asked again: "Why did we encounter them rob food as soon as we arrived here?"
Chapter completed!