Chapter 577: Survivor

Xiao'an Village is accustomed to fighting together.

The vigilante group also practices this way.

Facing the Beirong, who was as fierce as a wolf and a tiger, two long sticks suppressed him, and a big sword waited for the opportunity.

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 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, how to cause pain to the other party... and most importantly, add some iron to their sticks.

They couldn't be like Qi Da and the others, who used real materials, and the cost was high. 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 chopped with a knife without worrying about the stick being cut off.

In short, there are many benefits.

There is a serious shortage of iron materials in the village. 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, looking very troubled.

But in fact Hu Er was depressed to death.

There's nothing to say about their brothers' archery, but nothing else.

The current windy 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...

Only when he was close did he dare to shoot.

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 had just spotted Qi Da and Xiao Er swinging their 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 scratched 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 thinking.

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 will 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.

"Come here quickly and shoot an arrow, and it will be your share of killing him."

The Beirongs who are still alive now are all capable.

Hu Er suddenly thought of the slanderous talk about bandits that Yan Lao Er told them when they were fleeing from famine.

"Is the idea pricking you?"

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.

Hold the bow and run 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 hatred.

Hu Er felt like he was good again!

Run all over the place!

Even the heavy wind and snow can't stop his enthusiasm 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 wouldn't die enough, so he would poke it in and twist it.

He didn't even care about the blood splattering on his body.

Apart from Guan Butcher and Luo Sanshu, whose sword skills were gained by 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 facing Beirong, and he can fight with others with swords without falling behind.

It would be easier if someone nearby used a stick to support the killing.

Focusing on picking 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.

I saw the donkey that Xiao Er was riding. He could have kicked Beirong to death.

Luo Er was stunned.

He grasped the knife in his hand tightly.

You still have to practice hard. If you don’t work hard, you are worse than a bald donkey!

Yes, Yan Yu is lazy.

With these three melons and two dates left, who is so bold as 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 where Jiuxiao is located is the location of those fleeing enemies.

Yan Yu has already made it clear to Uncle Qi Wu.

Kill the Beirong soldiers, and keep the Xizhou soldiers alive.

Luo Er couldn't see clearly either, so he nodded.

Seeing that there were no outsiders around, he lowered his voice and asked, "Xiaoer, do you want those Xizhou soldiers?"

Luo Er raised the knife in his hand.

Yan Yu understood what he meant.

Shaked her head.

She had her own thoughts.

Xizhou and Beirong had a private deal, which was considered collusion with the enemy, but it was wishful thinking to think that the King of Qi could be detained for such a small matter.

Killing these people would certainly erase the traces of their actions.

But if they were left behind, if the King of Qi was really caught, this would be a real witness.

It all depends on whether they dare to take the risk.

She didn't dare to make the decision on this matter, as it concerned the whole family and had a wide impact. She had to discuss it with her father and uncle.

"Xiaoer!" Yan Xiangheng ran closer and whispered, "Those Xizhou soldiers thought we were first-class mountain bandits..."

He repeated the conversation with them verbatim.

Yan Yu's eyes flickered slightly.

"This misunderstanding is really... great!"

Think they are bandits? Isn't this great!

Think about it, this place is not far from Leshan Prefecture.

This is coal from a private mine again...

If it is an official mine, the bandits dare not make plans, and if it is a private mine, they can rob it, but does Xizhou dare to say anything?

Yan Yu saw blood on his brother and stepped forward to check.

Yan Xiangheng was a little embarrassed. Obviously, the second brother was younger and should be more worried.

"Brother, it's okay. These are all splashed up. I'm not injured..."

Yan Yu pulled his hand.

See the blood on his palm.

It was because he was holding the half-wrapped iron stick too hard and was accidentally scratched.

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