Ding Yi is not Fatty Wen, nor is he a strong man like Chen San and Du Ziteng. Some things cannot be achieved through knowledge and training. Talent is a very unfair thing. Ding Yi, who is one hundred times more skilled in bomb dropping than Fatty Wen, only threw a dozen steps for this heavy grenade he designed himself, about thirty meters.

Ding Yi, who knew that he could never think that it would be absolutely safe to leave the effective killing radius, curled up behind the shield he poked in the mud, then held up the shield in his hand, and then threw a second grenade in his kneeling position. This one was closer because of its posture, and it was probably only about twenty meters away from less than ten steps. Because of the rushing people in the Jianghu raced, the short-range speed was not slow this time.

The delay of more than three seconds passed quickly. The people who ran towards the Jianghu who had a knife had not reached a speed of 100 meters in ten seconds, and rushed over thirty steps in more than three seconds, which is 60 meters. So they used their flesh and blood to achieve the result of the first grenade, and the sound of "shenyin" rising and falling, the sound of pain and wailing sounds, and about two seconds later, serve as the background sound of the explosion of the second grenade.

Ding Yi's shield also suffered several shocks. When he stood up and put down the shield, the inconspicuous depressions on it were obviously the result of some subtle iron beads spraying. This was as expected, and it did not bring Ding Yi any shock. He threw down the shield, pulled out the Bailiang Qiushui Yanfeng Knife, and walked forward step by step.

As a result, those injured and fainted enemies were very simple for Ding Yi, just a single knife.

He is very good at doing this kind of thing and killing people.

But what shocked those surviving people was his smiling face and slow pace. It seemed that he was not worried at all. When his opponent struggled, he would lose the opportunity for such attacks. Even his enemies would give birth to the illusion that he could let go at any time as long as he wanted.

In fact, they were wrong. No matter how arrogant Ding is, he will not act cool and handsome when facing the enemy, trying to defeat the enemy with psychological warfare. The real answer is that he can't run. His long gown is like Fatty Wen, wearing three layers of armor! That is, the chicken breastplate, big arm armor, thigh armor, calf, and forearm armor on his upper body.

How could he wear three layers of armor and then run quickly?

But facing his enemies, Ding Yi's calmness, his cold smile, and more than 10% of the casualties were enough to make hundreds of people in the world frightened. The living people looked at each other and screamed and ran back. So much so that Ding Yi walked leisurely and reaped more than ten lives.

"Are you finished eating?" When Ding Yi walked back to the alley, he looked at Fatty Wen, who was full of oil, running back.

Fatty Wen smiled like a pug, picked up two shields on the ground: "Yes, yes! Young Master Nephew, let's go quickly!"

"Look at the entrance of the alley." Ding Yi said as he put away his long knife, walked towards the rice noodle stall, and put a corner of silver on the chopping board, "Old man, please make another bowl, okay?" The old man naturally didn't want to. Even if the silver was jealous, these two guys were covered in blood, just now, "boom, boom" was like the dilong turning over. He held the corner of silver given by Fatty Wen, and wanted to throw the stall here and ignore it. He ran home and hid.

But he looked up at the fat man Wen, who was fucking two shields behind Ding Yi, and looked over fiercely. The old man was so scared that he trembled, and nodded quickly and said, "Okay, okay! No money, no! The fat man gave so much, so the old man couldn't find it..."

"Brother-in-law, the student is really hungry. Can you bother you..." Ding Yi interrupted the old man with a smile and stuffed the silver directly into his arms. The old man knew that this bowl of rice noodles would not work anymore, so he had to roll up his sleeves and start to tossing. Soon, there were many messy footsteps coming towards him on the street over there, and low smoke and dust rolled up from afar.

Ding Yi held down the old man's hand and smiled at him, "Don't panic, my father-in-law."

The old man didn't know how many times he cursed Ding Yi and Fatty Wen. Oh, saying that Fatty Wen had cursed more. After all, Ding Yi was kind, but no matter what, the bowl of rice noodles had been done for a long time, and finally got it out. The old man probably tried his best. He even cut a plate of half fat and thin pot stickers, made a plate of salted garlic and fried broad beans, and supported a small table. He brought the rice noodles that had just been boiled onto the table, but he said to Ding Yi with a bitter face: "Young master, can the little old man leave?"

Ding Yi picked up a piece of pot sticker and took a bite. It was delicious, but he said to the old man with a smile: "Brother-in-law, you probably don't dare to provoke the two students because of the messy things that have not grown up there, but you are going to harm the people. If you rush over at this time, you may not be able to do anything."

As he said that, he was putting chopsticks and Rufeng. Whether wearing heavy armor or killing people, they were all very physically exhausting work. How could he not be hungry? After a while, the bowl of rice noodles and three small plates on the small table were all the bottom of the table. At this time, he heard the old man gritting his teeth and saying, "No! My two daughters are married, and my son goes to Changsha Mansion to sell goods. The old woman in the family is not good, so I have to go back and not leave her alone... The old jupi is a decisive person. After a while, people go in to grab things. If I don't hold them, she will definitely not be allowed to take them, so she won't eat a knife..." As he said that, he didn't even want to have a burden and was about to run home.

"Brother-in-law, the student will accompany you back, okay?" Ding Yi asked suddenly.

The old man naturally thought it was good. One of these two is a strong young man and the other is a fat man. Although they didn't see them killing me just now, their blood seemed to be able to fight. With these two protecting me, the chances of escaping my life would be countless times. In addition, the two of them were generous, so there was no need to worry about whether they would go to the house to grab things...

Ding Yi didn't know that the old man had used the cunning tricks of the common people in a moment and had already circled his mind for so long. He only heard the old man say, "Young master, you can't afford to hire two!" Ding Yi smiled and said to him that there was no money. The old man was happy and called them to run along the street behind the county government.

The old man lives in the place called Lianchi. He turned right in the middle of the long street. Before he could reach his house, he shouted and cursed with many screams and curses, and the sound of sticks smashing bottles and bowls. The old man cursed helplessly, such as "You're young!", "You're a short-lived boy, you're robbing the coffin!", and there were some women's terror screams, men's angry begging for mercy, and more rampant yells, roars of blackmailing money, obscene laughter...

Ding Yi slowly pulled out his long sword and reached out to block the old man who led them behind him. He then used the back of the long sword, gently tapping on the big iron shield that Fatty Wen held on his left arm. The "ding ding ding ding ding ding" sound, in this chaotic lotus pond, the monotonous and stable sound gradually became clear.

"Ding Rongcheng, the Governor of Guangxi of the Ming Dynasty, is here!" Fatty Wen shouted loudly. It was not standard for him to say this. It should be: The Governor of Military Affairs of the Department of Guangxi of the Ming Dynasty, the Governor of Military Affairs, the Tonggong Doctor, Ding... It was only after all, but Wen Pang got into a steward in the East Factory, but he knew that it was useless to say this to these rioters. Maybe people would think you were singing music on the stage.

At this time, a soldier was bent his arm and had an old hen with a few women's clothes on his shoulders. He smiled lewdly and crawled out of a family. Ding Yi said softly: "Kill him." Fatty Wen grabbed a step, and the big iron shield slapped it. He suddenly slapped the soldier's skull, and even his brain splashed out. He fell to the ground with a straight thrust.

Fatty Wen carried two large iron shields and shouted while walking: "Ding Rongcheng, the governor of Guangxi of the Ming Dynasty, is here! Those who abandon their weapons and kneel down will not die!" Behind him was the man who ran out of the civilians' homes just now. He cried and swung a spatula, and beat the dead corpse wildly.

Three or four more soldiers rushed out of a courtyard. Ding Yi slashed out a bloodline from the guy on his head from his left shoulder to his right abdomen. Fatty Wen snatched it up, and one shield slapped the one behind him and flew out. The remaining two looked as if they were about to escape. Ding Yi threw the sword in his hand and nailed a soldier to the ground. He was still screaming when he was not dead for a while. His companions were lucky than him. Fat Wen threw down his shield and pulled the crossbow and put it on the string. He shot a arrow in the back of his head, and died immediately.

Ding Yi slowly stepped forward, stepped on the guy's waist and back, slowly pulled out the long sword. In the guy's scream, Fatty Wen's voice sounded again: "Ding Rongcheng, the governor of Guangxi of the Ming Dynasty, is here! Those who abandoned their weapons and kneel down to the ground will not die!" This time, the voice suddenly became much louder. Ding Yi looked back and saw that it was the old man following, or the man carrying a spatula just now, who ran out of the house of three or four soldiers to drive out a few strong men, all following behind him.

They all shouted loudly with tears in their eyes:

"Ding Rongcheng, the governor of Guangxi of the Ming Dynasty, is here! Those who abandon their weapons and kneel down are exempted from death!"

As Ding Yi slowly walked into the lotus pond, the sound became louder and louder. After the back, Ding Yi and Fatty Wen were no longer required to take action. As the soldiers emerged, the angry young and strong around Ding Yi rushed up. Although they were out of order, dozens of sticks, hoes, and spatulas were smashed indiscriminately. The three or two soldiers were not wearing armor, and they never thought that these people would dare to resist. They were all smashed to the ground and were beaten to no aura in a short while.

So the sound became more and more powerful. The riots in the lotus pond changed their expressions when they heard this: How many people did Ding Rongcheng bring?

They had to stop their atrocities and ran out to barely form the formation. At this time, the rebel army's foundation and the people from the Jianghu family had forgotten the previous confrontation and dissatisfaction, because although there were only two Ding Yi standing in front of them, hundreds of people gathered behind them, those who were like sheep.
Chapter completed!