Looking at the arrows emerging from the zombies' heads, the old village chief even thought he was hallucinating.
But he struggled instinctively and lifted the dead zombie off his body.
Looking at the arrows on the zombies, the old village chief was really sure at this moment that the zombies had really been shot to death.
So who shot this arrow? There is no such sharp weapon in the village.
He didn't need to think too much. The second arrow that followed allowed the village chief to see clearly where the arrow came from.
On the other side of the river, I saw a group of officers and soldiers coming on horseback. The general at the head was holding his bow and arrows.
These people are naturally Zhao Yanxun. Every time they appear, they will be recognized by the people as officers and soldiers.
Like most people, the next thought in the village chief's mind was: How come there are officers and soldiers showing up? Shouldn't everyone outside be dead?
But no matter what, these officers and soldiers should be here to help, so it is a good thing for the village.
The most important thing right now is to kill the monsters that broke into the village. The most important thing is to protect the village.
The young men held spears and formed a formation to guard against the zombies.
It was fine when facing three or five at first, but once the number of zombies increased, they had to guard against more directions, and the formation immediately became chaotic.
On the other side, looking at the critical situation of the village, Zhao Yanxun shouted: "Zhang Meng, take people to remove the wooden bridge on the river!"
Dismantling the wooden bridge to prevent zombies from entering the village is the first thing that should be done.
Leaving Zhang Meng and others behind, Zhao Yanxun rode his horse and rushed directly into the river. After crossing the river, he immediately got ashore and began to kill the zombies scattered in the village.
Now, more than a dozen zombies have swarmed into the village, and seven or eight young men have been overwhelmed by the zombies, and their flesh and blood have been bitten off in one bite.
These are all his own people... Zhao Yanxun's heart was bleeding.
I saw him holding a knife and hacking a zombie to death wherever he went.
At this moment, Zhang Meng and others had removed the fence and killed a group of zombies on the river bank. After getting rid of the entanglement, they also crossed the river.
No one was idle, they would kill wherever there were zombies. The zombies in front of them were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Until this time, the young men finally stabilized their position, at least they did not run away regardless.
After a few rounds, Zhao Yanxun and his party had killed all the zombies, making the young men no longer afraid.
Soon, all the zombies were killed, and ten of Zhao Yanxun's men were stationed in one place.
At this moment, in the eyes of the villagers, they are undoubtedly wise and mighty, and most importantly, they are their saviors.
The old village chief came to Zhao Yanxun's horse, knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master Jun, for the rescue!"
At this moment, Zhang Meng explained from the side: "This is the current emperor's biological son, His Highness King Yong!"
The emperor's son? Prince?
For a moment, the old village chief thought he had heard wrongly.
Would a majestic prince appear in their remote village? Would a person of such a noble status take the risk to save poor people like them?
No matter who the other party is, the life-saving grace will never escape.
So the old village chief turned around and scolded the young man who was watching behind him: "Are you stupid? Why don't you quickly thank your benefactor!"
Only then did the young men wake up from a dream, and then they came to Zhao Yanxun one after another, and immediately knelt down in large numbers.
Jumping off the horse, Zhao Yanxun looked at the young people who were scratched and were wailing at the moment and said: "Old man, those people who were scratched will not survive!"
Everyone present knew this truth, but they had selectively forgotten it.
The village chief knew very well that not only would these young men die, but their heads would also be smashed, and it would be best to burn them all clean.
After a moment of silence, the village chief was heard to say: "Daquan, Erquan... you go and give them a good time!"
The two young people who were called were reluctant to get up at this moment. You looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't do anything serious.
"You... if you don't go, the old man will go by himself!" The village chief was angry, then stood up, picked up the wooden stick, and walked straight to the young men on the ground.
When a young man approached him, the village chief didn't know how to deal with it, so he turned his head to one side.
"Dad... give me a good time, I... don't want to become a monster!"
The young man on the ground turned out to be the son of the village chief. A large piece of his face had been bitten off, and he looked particularly terrifying.
Looking up at the sky, the village elder burst into tears.
"father……"
"Cheng'an, daddy is sending you away!"
After saying this, the old village chief raised the wooden stick and smashed it down with all his strength.
The happiest thing in the world is when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift, and nothing is more satisfying than killing his son with his own hands.
After killing his son with his own hands, the village chief came to the next person, who also asked him for a favor.
Of course, there were also people who were crying and didn't want to die early, but the village chief had no choice but to send him to death.
It took less than three minutes, and all six young men who were bitten were found in the hands of the village chief.
This scene was all seen by Zhao Yanxun, which made him respect the old man in front of him more.
Those who can lead the villagers to survive the zombie disaster definitely have extraordinary abilities.
Walking up to the village chief, Zhao Yanxun said calmly: "My father, my condolences!"
The village chief quickly turned sideways, bowed to Zhao Yanxun and said, "Jun... Your Highness, this is the fate of these young people. They died to protect the village. They are all good men!"
Being able to achieve this level of enlightenment made Zhao Yanxun think more highly of the village.
"My father-in-law has a very human spirit. The lonely king admires me, but I haven't asked him his name yet!"
To such a person, Zhao Yanxun would like to express his gratitude for the courtesy.
"The grassroots people are right!"
Zhao Yanxun stared at the old man and said: "I think my father-in-law is not an ordinary person. I must not be from this mountain and wild place, right?"
Staring at his son's body, Gao Zhengyan sighed and said: "Your Majesty misunderstood... It was only because my late father was a scholar that he allowed the common people to read some books when he was a child. He only knew a few more words than the villagers, so he became the village chief!"
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"Gaocunzi, when the fire on the bridge is about to burn out, let's get rid of the monsters on the bridge first!" Zhao Yanxun looked towards the bridge.
Gao Zhengyan woke up from a dream and immediately called on the villagers to take action.
The young men found long wooden poles and quickly rushed to the wooden bridge, obviously intending to use the wooden pole to push the zombies off the bridge.
The remaining people, under the command of Gao Zhengyan, spread out to the river bank to make noise, intending to attract zombies.
Originally, Zhao Yanxun thought that he might still want to help, but now it seems that he was just wishful thinking.
If not for the accident just now, this village would be very capable of dealing with zombies.
For a moment, Zhao Yanxun became an innocent person, so he suggested: "Village Chief Gao, this stone bridge... I think it would be better to demolish it!"
Turning around, Gao Zhengyan bowed and said: "What the prince said is that this bridge should not be left!"
It can be seen that Gao Zhengyan made the decision to destroy the bridge with great determination.
Seeing the troubled look on his face, Zhao Yanxun asked: "The village chief is reluctant to let go?"
Gao Zhengyan sighed: "Without the bridge, we're afraid we'll never be able to leave the village again!"
For Gao Zhengyan, the bridge represents the hope that the disaster will disappear. Without the bridge, there is no hope, and they will be trapped and die in the village.
Zhao Yanxun did not answer, but heard Zhang Meng say from the side: "Old man, if the prince is here, your village will be saved!"