Before everyone nodded, Mo Tie first lit another torch and threw it out. Uncle Mo Er was the second to throw it out, and the next one was Hu Zi's father and Erniu's father...
The flying torches were like deadly knives, falling on the battlefield of melee, illuminating the cemetery as bright as day.
The wolves were not afraid of anything, and even tigers dared to fight, but they were afraid of this fire. The fear of "Sky Fire" buried in their bones for thousands of years made them feel scared. They felt that their lives were under great threat, so the smart white-necked wolf king roared a few times and ran into the woods quickly. After a low roar, the remaining more than ten wolfs scattered and fled in a panic.
The Hisans, who were wandering on the verge of death, breathed a long sigh. Although there was no threat from the wolves, their high hearts were never let go. At this moment, they were already at the end of their strength. If the person who came was ill-behaved and had strong strength, then the future of the group on their own would be unknown.
Seeing that the wolves had dispersed, Mo Tie and others held iron tools in their hands and walked towards the five men in black with a nervous expression. Xishan and the other five also took advantage of this opportunity to clean up their wounds and wait for the battle.
A distance of seven or eight feet was as long as seven or eight hundred miles. I was afraid that a few men in black would do something uncontrollable, Mo Tie and his group did not dare to be careless and put their pace to the slowest.
Finally, the group stood still.
"Who are you? Why do you come to Mojia Village?" Mo Tie, who was strong, waved a pair of large iron tongs and asked.
It seemed as if it had been agreed, and four of the five people did not speak.
A fat man with a bloated figure stepped forward a few steps and said without any appreciation: "You are not qualified to ask. If you know the truth, let us go. Otherwise, everyone in your village will die."
"Ha~" This fat man is so damn tone. The adults in the village look at me, I look at you, and grin.
Mo Tie shook the iron pliers in his hand, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Tell me your identity, otherwise we would be polite."
The fat man was not scared by the twenty or thirty people in front of him, but instead groaned and laughed: "You can kill us by your own sake?" They had already seen that the people who came were not ordinary farmers and would not have strong lethality.
The fat man's words made everyone confused. A bearded farmer straightened his chest: "Of course we can kill you, so can we."
"Sometimes, killing wolves is not easy, but killing people is much easier." The fat man showed murderous intent and said with a trembling voice.
He didn't plan to talk nonsense to the villagers of Mojia Village, and the triangular eyes next to him also opened his mouth: "Get out of here, otherwise, you and your family will all die."
"Bastard." Hu Zi's father, who was seventy-slightly drunk, couldn't help but curse. These people were too arrogant. They first dug up their ancestors' graves, and then saved their lives. They didn't say thanks but said something else, but instead had a bad attitude. This is really a way to repay grudges and punish them for not eating toasts.
Although the people in Mojia Village were so angry that they all controlled themselves and did not take action first. They all knew that they were not kind, and if they were not careful, Mojia Village might really suffer a catastrophe.
Mo Tie also suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "I will ask you again and tell you about your identity. I have no patience anymore.
"Hahaha..." Hisan's men seemed to hear a nice joke and laughed out loud at the same time.
At this time, in addition to the adults in Mojia Village who could see their proud faces, there was also a group of people hiding in the grass for a long time. There were only more than a dozen people in this group, but they were holding guys in their hands. It was the "boy scouts" in Mojia Village.
The ironic laughter and the "timidity" of adults made the naughty boys hiding in the grass angry.
Mo Feifan, the leader, Huzi and the others clenched their fists, looked at each other, preparing to do something.
Mo Feifan raised the slingshot in his hand, looked at the wire arrow in Hu Zi's hand, and pressed two dimples and said, "Brother Hu Zi, let's use this to hit them."
"Okay, just do it." Hu Zi was only thirteen years old, while Mo Feifan was only ten years old, which was the age when he was not afraid of heaven and earth. The impulse of youth made them even more desperate.
Seeing the hateful faces of strange people, they were also suppressed in their anger and ignored the consequences at all.
Mo Feifan chose the largest stone, wrapped it on the cloth of the slingshot, and set his target on a thin man who was smiling and leaning forward and backward. The bowstring made of beef tendon became stronger and stronger as the force became stronger and stronger.
With a whoosh, the little pebbles flew out of the cloth at an extremely fast speed.
After hearing another scream, the laughter of a man stopped abruptly. The thin man spat bloody saliva on the ground in pain and found that his two extremely white front teeth were gone.
"There is an ambush." The mage of Xishan was indeed not simple, and he responded very quickly and shouted these three words.
As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Zi's iron wire arrow also arrived. This iron wire arrow actually used a sharpened small iron bar that usually shot rabbits, squirrels, etc.
Although it looks inconspicuous, it is much more powerful than Mo Feifan's slingshot.
The man in black looked at the sharp iron wire on his chest and finally fell down in disbelief. They did not expect that there was help from the villagers behind them.
Hu Zi was really cruel enough, and he stabbed the man in black with one arrow and felt cold.
Seeing the bad guy covering his heart and slumping on the ground, the other children, including Hu Zi Mo Feifan, were shocked. Hu Zi, who was only thirteen years old, actually killed someone. This was incredible. Even Hu Zi himself found it incredible. He didn't know that he could really shoot a "bandit".
Seeing that his companion was ambushed, the other men in black certainly stopped doing it. Without thinking too much, the four of them carried the guy and shouted, and rushed towards the adults in Mojia Village.
Although the adults did not figure out who was behind, they saw the other party rushing over with murderous intent, and they were not ruthless. They raised the hoes, kitchen knives and other things in their hands and rushed up.
Mojia Village relies on the large number of people, and the men in black rely on their strong combat capabilities, and they fought back and forth, and for a moment they were indifferent.
On the "Boy Scout", Hu Zi had been frightened by the blow just now. His eyes were dumbfounded and he kept chanting: "I killed someone, I killed someone..."
Other members of the "Boy Scouts" include older people, who saw the fights ahead and were bleeding. They held the guys one by one and did not dare to appear. Some people were even scared to cry and opened their mouths and called their father and mother.
It’s no wonder, after all, they are all a little bitchy kids. They always sound nice, but when they really fight, they all become timid.
Most of the children were so scared that they were trembling all over, but they were very calm alone. Unlike other children, they were not scared to tears, nor were they in a daze. They just held the slingshot tightly and observed the battlefield calmly.
The deep dimples and unique calmness make him look unique at this age. This person is Mo Feifan.
With just a few whizzing sounds, a few stones fell accurately on the bad people. Although the small stones could not kill the other party, they could play a distraction. The four men in black not only had to face many armed peasants in the mountains and fields, but also had to beware of those sneak attacks hidden in the dark. This was a big challenge for the elite men in black.
Not long after, the balance of victory began to tilt towards the villagers of Mojia Village. Four men in black, including Shishan, were beaten back more than ten steps.
The old saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands, and a tiger cannot resist many wolves. Although the villagers of Mojia Village have not undergone professional training, they are full of strength, and there are many experienced old hunters. With a one-on-seven battle, there is still not much suspense.
Just as the villagers of Mojia Village were about to kill all five men in black, the mage Xishan took out a black-skinned pocket with a ferocious face.
"Send you to the West." Xishan suddenly screamed strangely, shaking off the things in his pocket.
His body was covered with red blood, his scattered hair was floating in the wind, and the wound torn by the kitchen knife was also rippling with blood, as if he had just crawled out of the underworld.
The black-skinned pockets face down, and four strange-shaped scorpion-like objects fell out of it.
With a strange cry, a few streams of juice that were so small that they could not see clearly. After that, the adults smelled a particularly unpleasant smell. They didn't care much at first, but just covered their noses and continued to wave the guys in their hands, thinking that no matter what, they would not let these bastards go.
I don’t know what happened, but the villagers found that more and more people were wearing black clothes, and it seemed that they could not kill them no matter how they were killed. Perhaps it was anger that replaced the doubts, and the villagers did not stop and kept knocking down the black man and slashing the ground.
"Go to die..." Mo Tie, who was strong, smashed the back of a "man in black" with iron pliers, and the blood mixed together, splashed his face. He didn't feel how disgusting the things on his face were. Mo Tie raised the bloody iron pliers and shouted loudly: "You bastards, I want your lives."
In the haystack on the other side, Mo Feifan, who was originally very calm, was also stunned. To be precise, he was scared to death.
He saw with his own eyes that his father used iron pliers to beat Uncle Mo Er to death. ** was broken, and Mo Feifan would never forget the desperate face of Uncle Mo Er before his death.
Yes, they were killing each other, and even the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling came from the mountains.
All this was deeply engraved in Mo Feifan's mind. Fear was instantly magnified tens of thousands of times in the heart of a ten-year-old child.
Hisan and his four men had already withdrawn from the battle group and looked at the people fighting coldly. There was no sympathy in their eyes, only excitement. What Hisan used was actually something that could make people hallucinate. This kind of thing may not be useful to wolves, but it is unsatisfactory to use on people.
Time was short, and the children watched their fathers helplessly and were killed by the fathers of other children in the same village.
Fear and fear occupy their young hearts. Perhaps they didn't realize that the catastrophe actually came so quickly. Seeing such a bloody scene, the children were either scared to cry or vomited wildly.
"Your father killed my father, I'm going to kill you." A fat little boy raised his fat fist and punched the face of a five-year-old child.
The punch was heavy enough, and blood immediately flowed out of the child's nostrils. The child, who was insufferable pain, was no match for the fat boy, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
The children's crying attracted the attention of the man in black. Xishan followed the sound and shouted simply: "Cut the weeds and roots."
In fact, even if the children did not take the lead, Xishan would not let the villagers of Mojia Village go. Now the appearance and secrets of Xishan and others have been seen. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he must eradicate the roots.
Killing is about to start... Stay tuned.
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Hisan and his men were covered in blood, and their faces were ferociously walking into the children's hidden grass. The children were so scared that they were at a loss and stayed there.
Before Xishan and the others came, fortunately, Huzi reacted and pulled the two of them to the village nearby. While running, he cried and said, "They want to kill us too, run away."
"Run, run." The children finally reacted and shouted.
The children ran in front, and the men in black chased after them, one in front and one behind, as if the distance between death was a distance.
Finally, under the "leading" of the children, Xishan and others came to Mojia Village. At this time, the Mojia Village was in chaos, and the children went to their own houses and shouted for their mothers, which was so scared that they were scattered.
The men did not block the elites of the Skeleton Sect, which did not mean that the elderly, weak, women and children in Mojia Village would wait for death. After only half a word (one word is equivalent to five minutes now), they went out in full swing and gathered in the square in front of the village.
The scene of the fire and the scene is about to break out.
However, this kind of picture will never be seen.
Xishan used a magic trick again, and several men in black drove the old and young people from Mojia Village to the Mojia Ancestral Hall without much effort.
It was a black leather pocket and a particularly unpleasant smell. The people in the ancestral hall began to kill each other like controlled puppets.
The gate of the ancestral hall has been locked, and the people inside have no way to heaven and no way to enter the ground. There are only two ways to be killed and kill.
The ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall were regarded as blunt weapons, and the huge candles were regarded as swords. The ancestral hall, which was originally respected by the people of the Mojia Village, now became a battlefield for slaughter.
The evening breeze blows from the village, and you can obviously smell bloody smell in the wind. "Five and Sixth, go and see if there are still people in the village alive? I found it..." Xishan did not continue, but made a cross-cut gesture...
"Yes, mage." The thin man with broken teeth and the fat man bowed and replied.
Holding blood-stained blades in their hands, they turned around and disappeared into the night. After a while, a few more screams came faintly.
Listening to the sound of the slowly weakening in the ancestral hall, the few people who were guarding the ancestral hall looked at each other and smiled.
It felt almost done, Hisan turned his head and handed his eyes to Triangle Eye.
Triangle Eyes said kindness, raised the lamp, and walked carefully towards the ancestral hall.
With a "creak", the disrepaired door shouted a roar at the world. When the door opened, a strong smell of blood came to my face, and the triangle eyes quickly covered their noses.
With the light, hundreds of people in the Mohist village, young and old, men and women fell in pools of blood, and their deaths were extremely tragic. Although some people were still in a low voice, they looked at their injuries, and they were probably almost the same as death.
Triangle Eye didn't want to step into this bloody tale, but there was a leader behind him watching it, so he had to do this. The closest to the threshold was a girl, to be precise, a female corpse.
The face of the female corpse was so blood-stuffed that it could not be seen clearly, but her graceful figure was still vaguely visible. Without pity, the Triangular Eye raised her feet and stepped heavily on the peaks of a young female corpse. This step didn't matter, and the girl's cut skin began to seep out of blood. She felt a lot of blood stuck to the soles of her feet, and the Triangular Eye took another big step, stepping on another fresh corpse.
Before this, the body made a painful sound. It was the dead man's kick that immediately cut off her anger.
The triangular eyes that were beating around the body, after careful examination, determined that no one would come back to life. He nodded secretly and slowly retreated towards the entrance of the ancestral hall.
Just as he accidentally flirted with the beam of the room, the appearance of a black shadow shocked him.