This group of hunters was very experienced. When they saw someone attacking, they immediately threw a large number of torches from outside the city wall, lighting up the entire surrounding wall.
This time, it became even more difficult for the horse bandits to attack. They were originally a group of bullies and fearful of the strong. Faced with this situation, what can we expect these guys to do.
Within a dozen breaths, someone started running back.
Faced with this situation, Lu Xiao didn't even raise his eyebrows. Lao Diao, who was beside him, took action directly and chopped up a few guys who escaped.
"Whoever rushes in first, he can pick the valuable things first." Lao Diao shouted from behind to give the horse bandits who were on the verge of collapse some courage.
But it's still not enough. On the wall of the village, there are more than a dozen hunters using bows and arrows. Although these guys can't be called sharpshooters, their hit rate is still very high at a distance of a hundred or ten steps. Just this alone
A few archers directly suppressed the horse bandits in front so that they could not even lift their heads.
Seeing that the attack was entering a state of panic, Lu Xiao and others behind did not panic at all. They just waited quietly until more than half of the cannon fodder in front were killed or injured. Lu Xiao and Fei Long looked at each other, and the two disappeared into the shadows.
When Lao Diao saw the two leaving, he immediately became energetic and waved his hand. The remaining horse bandits swarmed up. However, these guys were different from the cannon fodder before.
They did not rush forward blindly, but provoked back and forth at the edge of the opponent's bow and arrow range. Of course, more than one unlucky guy was shot by a strong archer in the whole process. There was no way, they were horse bandits, not elite scouts in ancient times.
.Most people cannot accurately judge the range of the opponent's bow and arrow.
On the other side, Lu Xiao and Fei Long have arrived at the back of the village. There is no wall here, but there is a natural cliff wall that is much higher than the wall.
But this is not a problem for Feilong and Lu Xiao. Especially Feilong, although he is the best swordsman in the frontier, his nickname has nothing to do with the sword, but is called Feilong. This shows the opponent's level of rope skills.
, and even surpass his sword skills.
This cliff is smooth and steep, much more difficult to climb than the outer wall. Those hunters did not expect that anyone could climb up from here. However, this height is not a problem for the flying dragon at all.
I saw Feilong throwing out a hook without even looking, and accurately hooked a bulge on the cliff. Then he clung to the cliff silently, like a gecko, climbing quickly
Climbed up.
Relatively speaking, Lu Xiao's skill in this move was far behind. He even felt that this move was more difficult than the sword technique.
After trying several times, I managed to get it right, and then I started climbing cautiously. By this time, Feilong had already reached the top.
He quietly eliminated the two guards and then waited quietly for Lu Xiao to join him. Seeing Lu Xiao climb up slowly, he mocked slightly.
"You need to practice more on your rope skills. Otherwise, you will end up with me as a flying dragon."
"That's what the boss said."
The two of them rushed in from behind without much delay.
Feilong and Lu Xiao joined forces, and no one within a radius of five hundred miles could stop them. Moreover, most of the young men in the village were still on the wall to resist the horse bandits outside. Therefore, they were easily killed by Feilong and Lu Xiao.
At this time, the hunters finally panicked. When people panicked, the village was in chaos.
The horse bandits outside noticed the movement in the stockade and knew that the boss had succeeded. They immediately began to attack.
This wave of offensive is even more fierce than the previous one.
Finally, horse bandits began to climb up the city wall. Because the hunters ran out of bows and arrows, the raid turned into a bloody close-quarters fight.
Flames, sword lights, blood, stumps and severed limbs. In the dark night, all these elements bloom together to create a bloody and extremely barbaric picture.
The flying dragon was eager to kill, and rushed directly into the crowd. He opened and closed his swords left and right, killing the hunters until the blood flowed into rivers. Lu Xiao did not follow him and rushed into the crowd to fight, but turned around and walked into the depths of the walled city.
Just as Lu Xiao imagined, this village was surprisingly rough and primitive. There were shacks made of bamboo and wood everywhere. There were some women in ragged clothes inside.
Their eyes were all numb, and they had no reaction to Lu Xiao and others' approach. They were like walking corpses. It didn't take much to think about where these women came from.
Passing through these shacks, Lu Xiao saw an acquaintance. To be honest, if he hadn't seen him here, he would have almost forgotten this person.
This person is the monk who I met on the street and fought with the hunters.
It's just that at this time, the monk had no good skin left on his body. He was hung on a shelf, naked. Blood and minced meat were all over his body.
The originally tall and strong body was now as skinny as firewood. His hands and feet were abnormally twisted. He had obviously been interrupted. But the scary thing was that he was still alive.
Yes, Lu Xiao thought it was a mummy at first. But when he got closer, he heard the other party's weak breathing. He tried his hand on the other party's neck and could feel the slight beating of the pulse.
It has been four or five months since I first saw the two sides fighting in the street. I don’t know how long it has been since the monk was arrested. Looking at what happened to him, you will know that he has suffered countless inhuman tortures. And these
Orion doesn't plan to kill him yet, and he doesn't know how long he will be tortured.
Lu Xiao took out his knife and cut off the rope that bound the monk, and let him down.
Lu Xiao didn't like monks in his previous life. Mainly because in history, these guys didn't do many good things, but a lot of fucked up things. Moreover, he didn't really agree with the Buddhist theory.
In Lu Xiao's view, the so-called saying of "putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately" has a strong meaning of whitewashing the criminals. Therefore, he never liked Buddhism in his previous life.
But this one is different. Lu Xiao has been in this world for nearly four years. In these four years, he has only met one person. Only this person, he would see someone robbing a girl on the street and take action in anger.
He punished the evildoers, but kept his hand at all times, unwilling to harm people's lives. He glared at the evildoers angrily, but was afraid of scaring the children next to him, so he immediately put on a compassionate smile.
In Lu Xiao's view, those who chant sutras in temples are not considered real monks. It doesn't matter how good they are, but those who walk around the world and practice the true meaning of Buddhism, he is willing to call them masters.
Lu Xiao took out the water bag and dropped it on the monk's lips.
The cool spring water allowed the monk to regain some consciousness. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Lu Xiao's face. Then he became excited and twisted his hands vigorously, as if he was about to make a gesture of putting his hands together.
But his arms had been broken for too long, and his muscles and bones were severely damaged. This simple movement was actually impossible to complete.
Lu Xiao couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to help him clasp his hands. This action brought great pain to the monk. But he only trembled for a moment and continued to raise his body with difficulty and opened his mouth to speak to Lu Xiao.
His voice was very low, as if his remaining life no longer supported him in completing the simple act of speaking.
Lu Xiao leaned close to his mouth and barely heard what he said.
