The visitor was none other than Wei Cheng, whom they had longed for.
Hearing the exclamations of the villagers, a smile appeared on Wei Cheng's face. Then he looked at Cai Yan and saw that she was safe and sound, which made him feel a little relieved.
The two people's eyes paused in the air for a while. Wei Cheng showed a smile that reassured Cai Yan, and then looked at the enemy on the other side of the fire.
Wei Cheng was still worried at this time. If he had come half an hour late, he was afraid that the result would be unimaginable.
He is now very grateful to the waiter who dropped the porcelain for allowing him to sense the coming crisis.
Hao Dadao, Chengtou and others gathered around him. Hao Dadao blamed himself: "Master, it's all my fault. If I hadn't hesitated, they wouldn't have climbed up so easily..."
Wei Cheng waved his hand towards him, looked at Zhengtou aside, and said: "Immediately arrange for ten people to follow me, and the others will stay on guard."
He weighed his head and nodded as if pounding garlic. After seeing Wei Cheng, he was like a lost lamb who suddenly found his way home. He was no longer confused and at a loss. He turned around and nodded ten people, waiting for Wei Cheng to send him.
Wei Teng looked at Hao Dadao, who looked remorseful, and ordered: "Uncle Dadao, now is not the time to discuss who is right and who is wrong. You should immediately take a few people back to the village and collect all the clay pots in the village."
"Ah, okay, okay!" Hao Dadao nodded repeatedly.
Wei Cheng looked at Cai Yan again and said harmoniously: "Madam, please help me too. Bring a few women to tear open the linen cloth, just big enough to seal the mouth of the pottery pot. There will be as many pots as there are seals."
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Cai Yan was holding back a lot of things to say to Wei Cheng, but unfortunately the powerful enemy had not retreated yet. She could only forcefully suppress the words in her heart, clenched her fists, and responded in a clear voice: "Don't worry, husband, the linen is still there."
There are many, I will take them to move them right away."
Wei Cheng smiled at her, and then immediately ran towards the village with the first group of people.
When passing by the mute, Wei Cheng stopped and said, "I'll leave this to you first. We must not let them cross the line of fire."
The mute was stunned for a moment, looked at the people in Haojia Village, and finally nodded heavily, snatched the bow and arrow from Cheng Tou, and silently walked behind the protective fence to look at the figures flickering in the firelight.
At this moment, the mute seemed to be a different person. Banjin and Baliang, who had often bullied him in the past, saw this and stared at the mute's back in shock. They didn't know if it was an illusion, but they felt the aura of a beast from the mute.
Wei Cheng glanced at the mute, then quickly ran towards the hillside with Zhengtou and others.
Fortunately, the area on the top of the mountain was not large. When everyone arrived at the shabby room, Wei Cheng asked the first-class people to wait in the yard.
He walked into the warehouse by himself. After about a few minutes, he came out sweating profusely and said, "Come in and move."
"These two wine jars and those three boxes, move them all over."
There were exactly ten people coming, and there were five items in total. It wouldn't be too heavy for two people to carry one item. In fact, there were more items than that, but time was running out right now. Even if he was traveling through time, it would be too difficult for Wei Cheng to move it alone, so he could only look back for opportunities to carry them all.
Move here.
Wei Cheng watched the things being moved out, and finally pulled his head, pointed to the corner and said, "Take it with you."
"This is this!?" Chengtou saw the object in the corner. He was startled at first, and then became confused.
Wei Cheng also didn't expect that the merchant would give him a handful of the 5,000 customized arrowheads. He probably wanted to do another business with Wei Cheng. It just so happened that it could come in handy at this time.
"This is called a compound bow. It has an effective killing range of 150 steps. It can be thrown farther and the bow string can be adjusted for tension. You can try it out yourself. If you don't understand, ask me again... Let's go, go there first."
Without further ado, when Wei Cheng and others returned to the defense line, everything he wanted was ready.
Wei Teng tore open the seals of the two wine jars and said to Hao Dadao and Cai Yan: "Put wine into the clay jars. You don't have to fill them full, just half. Otherwise they will be too heavy and you won't be able to throw them far. The sealing cloth will also need to be used."
Soak it with wine."
After the two heard the words, they immediately led the villagers into action. Wei Cheng reminded again: "Don't touch the open flame. This wine will ignite as soon as it touches the fire. The person holding the torch should lean back."
After saying that, he looked at Chengtou and the men in the village, and said loudly: "Those who have passed the test of the strength group, please come forward. Chengtou, you give the clothes in the box to everyone, and I will teach you how to wear them, hurry up."
More than thirty men quickly stood out from the crowd, led by Zhengtou. They had all passed the test of the strength group.
Wei Cheng opened a box and took out the stab-proof suit inside. Except for the headgear and shoes, this stab-proof suit could basically cover the rest of the body. He handed it to the weighing head and said, "You can try it on.
Look carefully, you must not be careless when wearing this dress, you must tighten the belt, otherwise your life will be in danger."
Zheng Tou was playing with the compound bow in his hand. Hearing this, he hurriedly handed the bow to his younger brother, half a catty, and told him, "Hold it carefully and don't move it."
Wei Cheng helped him put on the stab-proof clothing. It was actually quite simple. The straps were on the back. He couldn't put it on by himself. He needed someone to help him tighten the straps. The villagers knew it at a glance, but they didn't know how to do it.
As for the knot, Wei Cheng had to teach everyone how to make the simplest bow knot.
Not long after, thirty men put on stab-proof clothing. Wei Cheng nodded with satisfaction, took a spear from the hands of the villagers on the side, and stabbed Shengtou in the stomach with everyone watching in horror.
go.
This sudden movement frightened many people, especially those who weighed their heads, and they instinctively ran away.
Wei Cheng shouted: "Don't be afraid."
He hesitated for a moment, then finally accepted the blow obediently.
Just when everyone thought that there must be blood splattered on the spot, the spear pierced the stab-proof suit, and only made a dull impact sound. However, weighing the head stood on the spot unharmed, staring blankly at his own body.
belly, with a look of surprise on his face.
Wei Cheng didn't talk nonsense to everyone, and tried to chop the head and arms again.
With the previous vaccination, I not only did not hide this time, but took the initiative to meet him.
Bang, there was another dull sound, and I felt like my arm had been hit by someone. Although it hurt a little, it didn't hurt the inside at all.
Seeing this, Wei Cheng said with satisfaction: "That's enough. Wait for my order in a moment. I'll let you charge. Just charge forward with your weapons. As long as the other party doesn't attack your head, you don't have to be afraid of anything. You know
?"
The first-class people looked at each other, touched the stab-proof clothing on their bodies, and shouted in surprise and joy: "Don't worry, sir, with such protective gear, we can survive even if it means mountains of swords and seas of fire, hahaha."
Wei Cheng frowned slightly, signaling them not to be too proud, and then looked at the simple Molotov cocktail that Hao Dadao and others had made.
"Sir, what do you think? Is this what you want?" Hao Dadao asked hurriedly.
Wei Cheng took a clay pot. The pot was not big. It was a pot that the villagers usually used to hold water for drinking. The shape was similar to the milk powder cans of later generations. The seal was narrow, about the size of a palm. You could still smell it after sealing it with linen cloth.
A strong smell of alcohol.
According to Wei Cheng's instructions, a strip of linen cloth as long as an arm and two fingers thick was left on the seal. The wine inside soaked out, and the cloth strip was already a little damp. As long as it touched the fire, it would burn instantly.
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When Wei Cheng organized the villagers over there and began to arrange counterattack means, here at Hujiabao.
Hu Biao and his party were just waiting to eat the dry food they had brought. Seeing that the fire was getting smaller and smaller, they were all gearing up and eager to rush over.
But at this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the other side of the fire.
Hu Biao thought he had heard wrongly, and looked at Fan Zhiqing who was not far behind him. Fan Zhiqing naturally had a confused look on his face, frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "Could it be that he was scared out of his wits?"
Hearing this, several men nearby laughed and said: "It's possible. I didn't expect that the people in Haojia Village look tough, but they are actually pretending. It doesn't matter if they are scared to death, it will be easier to kill them in a while."
"I guess this laughter is coming from the second master and the others. The people in Haojia Village know they can't beat us, so why don't they just let them go?"
"Hahaha, it seems that they know each other well. What do you think of the third leader?" Everyone looked at Fan Zhiqing.
Fan Zhiqing's expression was slightly grim, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He suddenly felt a cold wind blowing, and then the hair on his body stood up. It was obviously a hot summer day in July, and there was a scorching fire in front of him, but he just felt cold.
"What do I think?" Fan Zhiqing stood up suddenly, "I really feel like something is wrong."
Fan Zhiqing's reaction was so great that even Hu Biao was alarmed and turned to look at him.
Out of instinct, Fan Zhiqing had the urge to run away, but when he looked back at the road behind him, he found that it was a cliff.
A picture suddenly came to his mind. Others had tigers in front of them and wolves behind them. Now he was in a sea of fire in front of him and a cliff behind him. Sixty or seventy of them had put themselves in such a dangerous situation. If...
Bang!
Just as he was thinking and panicking, a shattering sound came from the front of the team.
What followed was a violent storm of 'bang bang bang bang...' and the yells and screams of help from his subordinates.
Fan Zhiqing looked up and saw something that looked like a clay pot hitting him on the head.
Commander Zhou next to him reacted quickly, drew out the weapon from his waist, and struck the thing with a blow.
The same ‘bang’ sound!
Fan Zhiqing only felt a flash of strange blue flames flash before his eyes. Then, the flames rapidly expanded and exploded in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye. One moment, he wanted to praise Zhou Tun for his skills, but the next moment, he was directly exploded.
The flames poured out.
The burning temperature of alcohol is very high, and the core temperature is as high as six to seven hundred degrees. When a person is covered with ignited alcohol, it can basically be concluded that he is disabled, because the sudden high temperature will cause him to fall into a brief mental blank, and his instinct
Avoid sources of fire.
Now, for the people in Hujiabao, the only thing without a source of fire is the cliff behind them, but their brains have lost the ability to think. They instinctively ran backwards, trying to stay away from the source of the fire, but in the end, they all stepped on the ground.
He yelled and fell down hard.
Messy.
The butchers who were still sharpening their knives were now transformed into lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Even those who were lucky and were not hit by the clay pot would not be spared, because their companions who were on fire would instinctively seek help from them. Dozens of people fled frantically on the already narrow cliff edge.
To save yourself, the consequences can be imagined.
But there were always a few clear-headed ones who escaped the fire claws of the pottery pot and their companions. They bravely ran into the sea of fire in front of them, where the fire was gradually getting smaller, trying to find a way out.
Hu Biao, for example, took the lead, holding a guillotine in his hand and calling on a few of his henchmen to split the burning bushes.
Just as he was about to fight his way out of the sea of fire, a shout of death came from the front.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The leader picked up the Han Sword and aimed directly at the tall and powerful Hu Biao. The anti-stab uniform on his body gave him great courage, allowing him to dare to confront Hu Biao, who everyone in the past looked up to as a fierce tiger.
Put it right.
The rest of the villagers were equally fearless. In addition to covering their heads with the captured iron hats, they almost gave up defense in other places and stabbed the oncoming Hujiabao crowd with spears and weapons.
"Looking for death!" Hu Biao struck at Chengtou first with a knife. Because Chengtou wore an iron hat on his head, he aimed at Chengtou's shoulder.
However, what he didn't expect was that the mud-legged man opposite him seemed to be crazy. He held his sword regardless and stabbed him straight in the stomach with a loud roar.
"Exchanging lives for lives?" This absurd idea immediately came to Hu Biao's mind.
He hurriedly stopped the sword and turned around to avoid the attack. Compared with these mud-legged people, he felt that his life was obviously more precious. How could he trade his life with the other party?
But what he didn't expect was that the opponent actually refused to give up. Seeing that he had escaped the attack, he attacked him harder. His body's defense was completely released, and Hu Biao felt that he could cut him in half with just one knife.
However, you can chop, but you have to guard against the opponent's attacks.
Just as he was branching out from left to right, the wails of his men kept coming from around him.
Hu Biao turned around and saw a scene that made his liver and gallbladder split.
"This, this is impossible..."
It was also a "life for life" style of play. The subordinate's spear clearly stabbed the opponent's chest, but why did the opponent continue to hold the Han sword and cut off the subordinate's hand as if nothing was wrong?
This is not scientific... Oh, it should be said that it is a ghost.
Hu Biao quickly took a few steps back to avoid the attack from Zhongtou. For him, Zhongtou's attack was just a random wave of the weapon in his hand. It was very easy to dodge it with his skill.
However, the weighing head cannot attack him, and he cannot cause fatal damage to the weighing head.
The moment he stepped back, the guillotine in his hand took the opportunity to swipe across Zhengtou's weakly defended belly. The real touch came from the blade. Hu Biao was sure that his knife would definitely make this mud-legged man lose his fighting ability.
However, what he didn't expect was that he had been stabbed in the abdomen. Why, why could he still fight like a normal human being without fear of death?
"No, it's impossible, it's not true." Hu Biao thought his knife was blunt and slashed at the burning bushes aside.
The shrub was split into two instantly by the sharp blade, and the cuts were neat and smooth.
As if he had seen a ghost, Hu Biao turned to look at Zheng Tou, who was attacking him. Looking at his intact belly, a terrible thought suddenly came to his mind... That was the rumored invulnerable Yellow Turban Warrior. Could it really exist?