Xiaoan Village is accustomed to cooperate in fighting.
The militia also practices this way.
Facing the Beirong, who were as fierce as wolves and tigers, two long sticks suppressed them, and a big sword waited for the opportunity to move.
In fact, they prefer to use the door panel. That thing is so easy to use. Unlike now, they are always worried, fearing that Beirong will attack them and they will not be able to guard against it. Instead, when they have the door panel in hand, they just go down.
Press, the person has to be pressed down so that Beirong can't move, and then he stabs his head with a knife. They are all familiar with it, and the speed is so fast...
But as the waiter said, you can't always carry the door panel with you everywhere, it's really inconvenient.
They began to learn defense, learn to look for opportunities to insert knives, learn how to stab someone, and how to hurt the other person... and most importantly, they also covered their sticks with some iron.
They couldn't use real materials like Qi Da and others. Secondly, the cost was high, and the main reason was that they couldn't wield it well. After the improvement of the sandsmith in the village, they were given half-wrapped iron sticks.
The weight is moderate, the cost is low, and it can be cut with a knife without worrying about the stick being cut off.
All in all, there are many benefits.
The village is in serious shortage of iron materials. There are only a few people in Xiaoan Village who can use such sticks, let alone the militia.
The militia group is not even qualified to purchase, let alone being ranked.
With his extraordinary record, Hu Er is ranked first in the village no matter what.
He was holding a half-wrapped iron stick, a long bow on his back, and a knife in his hand. He looked very untouchable.
But in fact Hu Er was depressed to death.
Their brothers can't talk about archery, but not much else.
The current stormy and snowy weather has seriously affected his performance.
The militiamen were in close combat with the Beirong troops again. Both the enemy and ourselves were crowded together. Positions were changed frequently, and the field of vision was blocked...
He only dared to fire arrows when he was close.
Hu Er had to circle around the edge and hit a few sticks. He was really not used to it, so he simply lent it to the eldest son-in-law of the Song family.
Uncle Song was so happy that he took off his knife, picked up the half-wrapped iron stick and touched it insidiously.
Beirong, who was fighting with his brother-in-law, was unprepared and stabbed him hard in the back.
Hu Er hissed, that position must be the waist.
Beirong also hissed, hurt by the slap, and took two steps forward uncontrollably.
The second uncle of the Song family just saw Qi Da and Xiao Er swinging sticks, and was inspired.
Quickly reverse the hand and throw it out violently.
ah!
The distance was so close that he exerted all his strength.
The blade struck Beirong's wrist, almost cutting off his hand.
Hu Er was not far away. When he saw this scene, he opened his bow and fired his arrow without even having time to think.
It was really a no-brainer. At this distance and angle, Beirong's facade was wide open, and there was no obstruction between him and him.
Anyone who doesn't shoot him would be sorry for his good position.
Whoosh!
The arrow flew straight into the throat.
Hu Er didn't even need to go over to check. He was sure of the arrow he shot.
He hurriedly shouted: "What's yours, this doesn't belong to me, it's just an itchy hand, hey, I couldn't help it..."
Before Uncle Song and Uncle Song could speak, someone called him from the other end.
"Hurry up and shoot an arrow, and it will be your share of killing him."
The Beirongs who are still alive now all have some abilities.
Hu Er suddenly thought of the slanderous talk about bandits that Yan Lao Er told them when they were fleeing from famine.
"The idea is annoying?"
Luo San, who had just called him, also remembered it and blurted out: "Prick hands, pinch hands!"
Hu Er is in high spirits!
He was so excited that he even threw away the knife in his hand.
Holding the bow and running fast.
While running, he drew the bow string fully, stepping backwards from side to side, and when he found an opportunity, he fired an arrow.
Beirong, who was in a stalemate with Luo San and others, fell to the ground with anger.
Hu Er felt like he was good again!
Run all over the place!
Even the heavy wind and snow can't stop his passion to kill the enemy!
…
Luo Er doesn't talk much, but he is a ruthless person.
Yan Yu had discovered this a long time ago.
The uncles in Xiao'an Village are all trained now, and they can kill Beirong without hesitation. But at the beginning, the first one to adapt was her Uncle Luo.
Other people's knives go straight in and out.
He was the only one who was afraid that the person would not die enough, so he had to twist it even more when he poked it in.
He didn't care at all about the blood splattered on his body.
Apart from Guan Butcher and Luo Sanshu, their knife skills were acquired through slaughtering livestock. Luo Ershu is the best knife user in Xiaoan Village.
Nothing fancy, just the basic knife skills taught by a few veterans.
The border troops practiced this way, stabbing straight, slashing diagonally, picking, blocking, cutting...
Luo Er knows a few tricks like this.
I don’t know how much hard work he put in behind his back, but he himself is not afraid of fighting against Beirong, and he can fight with swords and swords without falling behind.
It would be easier if someone nearby used a stick to support the killing.
To pick out the key points, it's really like cutting them one at a time, one at a time.
Fight all the way from the back to the front.
Seeing the donkey Xiaoer was riding, he could have kicked Beirong to death.
Luo Er was stunned.
He grabbed the knife in his hand tightly.
You still have to practice hard. If you don’t work hard, you’re not as good as a bald donkey!
Yes, Yan Yu is lazy.
With these three melons and two dates left, who is so bold that he dares to stand behind the donkey...
She just snapped her fingers and sent him on his way...
Luo Er looked around.
Qi Wu was not seen, only Qi Da was there.
"Where did Qi Wusha go?"
"Uncle Qi Wu went to chase those who ran away." Yan Yu pointed to the distance.
The location of Jiuxiao is the location of those fleeing enemies.
Yan Yu has already made it clear to Uncle Qi Wu.
The Beirong soldiers killed them, but the Xizhou soldiers left them alive.
Luo Er couldn't see clearly either, so he nodded.
Seeing that there were no people from other villages around, he lowered his voice and asked: "Xiao Er, do you want those Xizhou soldiers...?"
Luo Er raised the knife in his hand.
Yan Yu understood what he meant.
Shaked his head.
She has her own thoughts.
The private deal between Xizhou and Beirong is considered to be collaboration with the enemy in a big way, but it is a delusion to really think that this trivial matter can detain the King of Qi.
Killing these people will certainly erase the traces of their actions.
But if they are left alone, if the incident really happens to King Qi, this will be a solid witness.
It just depends on whether they dare to take this risk.
She didn't dare to make the decision on this matter herself. It related to the whole family and had a wide impact. She wanted to discuss it with her father and uncle.
"Boy!" Yan Xiangheng ran closer and whispered: "Those Xizhou soldiers thought we were top-notch bandits..."
He learned the exact conversation with him.
Yan Yu's eyes flashed slightly.
"This misunderstanding is really...good!"
Think they are bandits? Isn’t this awesome!
Think about it, it's really not that far from Leshan Prefecture.
This is coal from private mines again...
If it's an official mine, the bandits don't dare to make any decisions. If it's a private mine, it's just a robbery. Does Xizhou dare to say anything?
Yan Yu saw blood stains on his elder brother and quickly stepped forward to check.
Yan Xiangheng was a little embarrassed. The waiter was obviously younger, so he was the one who should be worried more.
"Brother, it's okay. These are all splashes. I'm not hurt..."
Yan Yu took his hand.
See the blood stains on his palms clearly.
It was caused by holding the half-wrapped iron stick too hard and accidentally being scratched.
