The young man holding the bow has a handsome face, and his dark eyes are full of hatred and anger, but he is not as angry as his companions around him, and he is gnashing his teeth.
Instead, he looked calm, pursed his lips and said nothing, took the long bow and shot another arrow, and quickly left the place where he just shot the arrow.
Under the locust tree, a pot of hot soup splashed, and the companion who had just been eating together was pierced by a heavy arrow and flew several steps away.
The remaining three golden soldiers screamed strangely, picked up the swords and bows on the ground and hid in the bushes nearby.
A heavy arrow followed him again, but it did not hit his chest. Instead, it hit his right shoulder due to the golden soldier's dodge.
There was a bang, and the golden soldier who was hit by the arrow was directly carried forward a few steps by the heavy arrow, and hit the ground with a plop, splashing flying grass clippings and dust.
Only then did the two companions realize that his right shoulder had been completely torn, bent backwards, and hanging down weakly. Where the arrow was directly hit, there were broken bone stubbles exposed in white and bright red.
His muscles squirmed slightly, and a large amount of blood spurted out, making the person who was hit by the arrow turn pale.
"Ouch!!"
Instead of hiding any longer, this man seemed to be aroused with ferocity, roaring like a wild beast, with a ferocious look on his face, like an evil ghost. He picked up the scimitar in his hand and rushed towards the grass where the arrow had just been shot.
With such an injury, he wouldn't be able to survive even if he hid.
The other two golden soldiers stopped running when they saw this, picked up their swords and followed him.
However, they did not roar. Instead, they lowered their waists, walked lightly, and hid their figures behind their companions.
Even so, the speed of the two people behind them is not slow at all, and if you look carefully, you can find that the two golden soldiers with bent waists and hunched legs are like two beasts hunting, and the curves in their hands are sharp.
Minion, the body has been stretched to the limit.
As long as the prey shows its head, the two of them can quickly pounce on it and end its life.
There was no breeze under the sweltering locust trees, and the air was extremely oppressive. Except for Jin Bing's desperate and crazy howls, there was no noise. Even the cicadas on the trees seemed to dare not make any more noise.
The golden soldier with his right shoulder torn apart was like a beast in desperate situation. In just a few breaths, he rushed to the front of the bushes, howling and slashing forward with a knife.
It's a pity that there is nothing but the flying blades of grass, not even the sound of the enemy fleeing in panic.
At this moment, a heavy black arrow flew out from the bushes again, striking the last person like a bolt of black lightning.
It's a pity that these two golden soldiers seemed to have been wary for a long time. The moment they saw that their companions didn't hit anything, they became vigilant.
The golden soldier who was selected as the target raised the leather shield in his hand and dodged aside.
There was a muffled bang, followed by the screams of the golden soldier.
A jet-black arrow feather has been completely submerged in the leather shield, leaving only the tail feathers exposed and swinging sharply.
The golden soldier who was hit by the arrow howled miserably and tried to stand up, but after trying hard, he lost his balance and fell back to the ground.
This arrow has pinned his shield-holding right forearm to his chest, making it impossible to pull it out.
"kill!"
"Kill these bastards..."
As the arrow shot out, a large number of people who had been hiding behind them couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out of the bushes one after another. The first few people had red eyes and rushed very fast.
When the two seriously injured Jin soldiers saw the ambush, they did not retreat timidly. Instead, they howled and rushed forward as if they finally had someone to vent their anger on.
Even the seriously injured Jin soldiers are not comparable to the ordinary people who work in the fields all day long.
The few civilians who rushed to the front, blinded by hatred, were slashed several times by a golden soldier in an instant, and fell into danger.
The injured Jin Bing saw that these people in front of him were only superficial, and he couldn't even hold the knife steadily. The smile on his face stained with blood was even more ferocious.
When the few people behind saw the Jin soldiers who looked like evil ghosts, the scene of the Jin soldiers slaughtering villages and destroying families reappeared in their memories. Their feet froze, and their tendency to rush forward suddenly became full.
a bit.
But before the golden soldiers could be happy for a long time, several young people rushed out from behind several common people, holding scimitars and fighting with the golden soldiers.
Judging from the murderous look on his face, it was clearly different from that of ordinary people. He had obviously seen blood, and his skill with his hands was not the same. He suppressed the golden soldier with three swords and two swords.
The situation on the other side was even more one-sided. A young man who was only about ten years old and wearing only a linen shirt rushed forward with a knife. He blocked the scimitar that had broken off the golden soldier on his right shoulder.
The head with glaring eyes flew up in a spin.
Then the young man turned around to support the other side.
However, there was still an uninjured golden soldier here, but he paid no attention to these people who suddenly came out. Instead, the moment the last companion was hit by an arrow, he raised his knife and charged in the direction of the arrow.
go.
Most Jin people are good at shooting. If the man who fired the cold arrow hadn't been hiding in the bushes and vegetation, several Jin soldiers would have shot back.
However, it is precisely because he is good at shooting that this golden soldier understands that when facing a sharp archer, he must not run away in a hurry and expose his back to the opponent. It is no different from seeking death.
At the moment, the only way is to rush over and kill the opponent when he has just shot an arrow, his old strength has gone, and his new strength has not yet come up. At least he will not be allowed to shoot the next arrow, so that he can survive and have a glimmer of hope.
Jin Bing rushed forward a few steps, and he could already faintly see the enemy hidden behind the branches and leaves.
The man seemed to be taken away by the momentum of his charge, and he took half a step back and put down the bow and arrow in his hand.
But before Jin Bing could start to get happy, he saw him lifting the long knife on his waist again, and then the bushes trembled, and the man rushed out.
This man was tall, with strong arms and strong waist. Although he was silent, he had a murderous aura.
Logically speaking, at this critical moment of life and death, Jin Bing should not pay attention to these messes, but should think carefully about how to kill this person.
But for some reason, he was attracted by this man's aura.
Even when he came out with a knife, there was no wave on his calm face. On the contrary, his deep eyes were a little more heavy and focused, as unshakable as a mountain.
But after all, he was a veteran who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years. Jin Bing only lost his mind for a moment, then he immediately woke up, picked up the scimitar in his hand and killed him!
Dang~
The two blades struck each other, making a huge sound!
In Jin Bing's shocked and desperate eyes, his scimitar was knocked out of his hand and flew far away in a spin.
Only now did he recall the details. The heavy arrow he shot could shoot people away. A strong bow of two to three hundred kilograms was required. Someone who could draw a bow easily must have supernatural powers. How could he do that?
A simple person?
But now that I thought of this, it was too late. The force of the long sword was not reduced, and it struck down with great force, directly cutting off the golden soldier's head, neck, and right shoulder. The mutilated body stood on the ground for another moment before falling suddenly.
.
The young man took back his long sword and did not even look at the golden soldiers on the ground. Instead, he turned his head and looked to the other side.
The two injured golden soldiers who were so ferocious just now and still fighting in a corner have now become souls killed by the sword. However, the people who were still filled with hatred continued to gnash their teeth and chop with their knives with red eyes. After a while, the bodies of these golden soldiers turned into corpses.
The beach is a mess.
The young man who was born with supernatural power didn't take a closer look. He just sighed and walked towards the ruins of the village.
"Brother..."
Just after cutting off the head of the injured golden man with two knives, the young man in sackcloth quickly caught up with him, but stopped talking.
"Go and take people to collect the corpses under the tree, and get some clothes to give to the women who are still alive."
But his brother turned around and said, "I'll go to the village to see if there's anyone else who can save me."
Then he sighed again: "It would be great if the people in Yonghe Village could go up to the mountain early..."
The words were full of regret.
There is Yonghe Township under Tangyin County, and Yonghe Village is the "township administration" of Yonghe Township and can be regarded as a large village nearby.
But when faced with the Jin soldiers, it was just a matter of killing a few more.
.
"Yes, brother."
The young man in Mai immediately agreed, and after ordering the people behind him to do it, he said with some worry: "Brother, although those golden captives have just left, they may not come back soon. After we clean up here, we should leave quickly.
Bar."
There can't be only these six Jin people who destroyed Yonghe Village. They are not enough to watch alone.
The people of Jizhou are fond of martial arts, and Yonghe Township is no exception. Although the peace has lasted for a long time, there are many masters of all-night martial arts in the village. These six golden soldiers alone can only be beaten to death.
The only possibility is that there are still large groups of their troops nearby.
After his brother was silent for a moment, he nodded: "Okay."
A group of people helped the dead villagers bury the bodies hastily, and some people put the unconscious women on the horses, and then quickly headed north.
The sun was blazing, so they did not dare to take the main road, so they could only walk through the forest paths, and soon they entered a large mountain.
They carefully covered up their walking traces and continued walking deeper into the mountains. By the time they reached the top of the field, the sun had already set.
"Back! Fifth Master is back!"
The destination of these people was a cottage. Someone discovered their whereabouts a long way away. Immediately, there was some commotion in the cottage. As soon as they recognized the people, someone ran out to greet them.
Several people dressed as servants were holding spears and ran over with joy. However, after seeing the horses led by everyone, they immediately paused and realized that it was not easy for them to go out this time.
"Fifth Master, are you okay?"
The young servant at the head looked nervously at the young man who was born with supernatural powers. He was relieved when he found that there were no wounds on his body.
"I'm fine."
The young man then showed a smile.
"Yue Yang, you are always thinking about my brother, aren't you? You don't even know how to come and see me?"
Dressed in sackcloth, the younger brother came out from behind, with a bit of dissatisfaction on his face.
"Of course not."
The servant hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "No one can forget Mr. Liu if he forgets."
After saying that, he took the seized bow and knife from his hand. Others came up one after another and took the trophies for these people. The group quickly walked towards the village.
When we came to the door, a lot of people had gathered here, most of them were the family members of those who had gone out. Seeing that their relatives had come back safe and sound, they all ran up to the house overjoyed.
After a while, there was another rush of footsteps, and an old woman about fifty or sixty years old walked out quickly with the support of her maid.
"Goro? Rokuro?"
"mother!"
The two hurriedly ran over and helped the old woman.
The old woman took a good look at them first and found that there were no injuries. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Did you meet a golden man?"
"Over there at Yonghe Village..."
"The people in Yonghe Village were attacked by the Jinlu, and almost all of them were killed. The whole village was burned, and the doctor and medicine shop in their village were nowhere to be found."
Rokuro responded first, with a hint of complaint in his words: "If they had listened to my brother and hid in the mountains, how could there have been such a bloody disaster?"
As soon as these words came out, the old woman's face turned pale.
Seeing this, Wu Lang laughed forcefully and took out a cloth bag from his arms: "Mom, these are some herbs we picked on the way back. We don't know the names very well. Why don't we take them to the doctor to see if they can cure my father?"
disease?"
"well……"
The old woman forced herself to nod her head: "Then go quickly, go and have a look..."
Several people hurried towards the village, and many people around them followed suit.
From their conversations, we can know that most of these people are villagers living in Xiaoti, Yonghe Township.
When the Jin people first invaded, they moved to the mountains with the help of the Yue family.
At first, many people complained. After all, farmers had to abandon generations of
The land on which we depend for survival is no easy task.
That is to say, the Yue family has a very high prestige in the village, and the village is not far from the village. Everyone can go back and see their houses and fields at any time, so everyone can go up the mountain.
But the tragic scenes described by the Jin soldiers who followed and the villagers who kept fleeing into the mountains in nearby villages made everyone more and more frightened, and they began to feel that running into the mountains in advance was the right thing to do.
Even if we drive them away now, they won't leave.
The person everyone wants to see now is Mr. Yue of the Yue family, the biggest landlord in the family, Yue He.
Although he is a wealthy family, Yue He is loyal and loyal. He goes to work in the fields and is no different from ordinary farmers.
In previous years, when there was a famine in Jizhou, Yue He used the grain and wild vegetables at home to cook porridge. He and his family only ate half full, and the remaining porridge was used to feed the villagers.
Someone asked him to borrow money and deliberately refused to pay it back. When Yue He knew it, he didn't take it seriously and didn't fight with others. There were also people who took advantage of Yue He's mellow and kind personality and came to invade the Yue family's land, but he didn't take it seriously.
How to calculate.
Previously, there were several families in the village who were unwilling to leave their houses and come to the mountain stronghold. Yue He went down the mountain to persuade them, but a group of Jin cavalry wandering nearby happened to arrive at Xiaoti...
If his son hadn't arrived in time, he might have been killed by the Jin Ren's sword.
But even so, I heard that he was seriously injured and his life was in danger...
In the center of the village, in a temporary wooden shed.
Yue He, who had a withered face and pale lips, was lying on the bed with his eyes closed tightly. Only when he heard the sound of the door opening, he opened his eyes and looked at the door. After seeing the person, his eyes became a little brighter.