Chapter 565

A knife flew out and cut into a horse's leg. The horse screamed and fell down, splashing snowflakes.

The man on the horse also fell to the ground.

The crowd surged behind him. More than a dozen people gathered around and cut off the people rolling to the ground with spears and knives in their hands.

The people on the ground rolled forward.

The clattering sound splashed a snowflake on the ground again.

There are already three people riding to stop.

"Old eight, leave me alone." The man on the ground shouted anxiously, "protect your wife."

Beside them, there was a carriage.

The three men were protecting the carriage from the dozen people.

The man on the ground had avoided the spear, grabbed it and grabbed it. The man on the horse was dragged down, and the man on the ground pushed back, and the spear pierced into his heart.

People screamed and fell to the ground.

"You go, you go, protect your wife." He got up from the ground and shouted, with a dull hum the next moment.

A big knife cut through his arm.

He stumbled.

"Fourth brother." The three men shouted in a hurry and were about to come around.

The man called fourth brother held the spear.

"I'll let you protect your wife and go." He shouted, "can't you hear me?"

The three men looked at his blood stained arm, looking sad, angry and anxious.

"Go." Cried one of them, turning to protect the carriage.

The other two are busy keeping up.

But for more than a dozen people behind them, it was a mouse under the cat's claws. They even stopped and looked at the man with a spear and bleeding arm in front of them with a face of banter.

"You can't go." A man shouted, waving the long knife in his hand, "kill."

But just then, there was another noisy sound of hoofs on the road.

Did it disturb the officers and soldiers of the government?

The faces of people on both sides changed, but one side was happy and the other was nervous.

But the next moment we saw the people coming, a dozen men in coats and two girls wrapped in cloaks.

Their horses are strong and their clothes are not rich, but they are by no means poor. They don't know what to carry on their horses.

The men looked simple and rustic.

Not officers and soldiers, but people on the way.

The happy party becomes disappointed, and the nervous party returns to complacency.

The people and horses over there seemed to be frightened by the scene and stopped their horses on the road.

"What are you doing?" Asked the girl.

Now passers-by are really worried about eating carrots. They don't run quickly when they see people using knives and guns. What are they watching.

"Get out." The first man scolded angrily and waved the long knife in his hand, "haven't you seen robbery?"

As soon as he said this, he didn't see these people running away, but his eyes lit up.

"Robbery?" The girl asked, as if confirming, "are you robbers?"

Are these people stupid?

"It's a robber." The leading man glared and roared, "if you don't get out, you'll die."

The men who came running with the carriage looked at them, too.

"Go and report to the official." One of them shouted, "please report to the police."

But the man holding a spear to stop the robbers looked gloomy.

Asking for help sometimes scares others.

If you don't ask, maybe passers-by who can't understand the situation will watch, which will form a certain degree of deterrence to the perpetrator.

But asking for help, let passers-by know that a major event involving life has happened, and people who like to watch the excitement will be scared away.

Is it necessary to explain here today?

The man looked sad and angry, with some determination.

"Come on." He roared, clenched his spear and rushed at the group.

More than a dozen men laughed at the people coming.

"Just you one armed chicken, I can deal with you alone." A man shouted. He jumped out and split the long knife in his hand at the man.

The three men who guarded the carriage did not turn back, but waved the whip faster, with an expression of grief and despair.

In fact, they know what the result is, but they still have to fight or run until the last minute.

There was a scream behind him.

The three men clenched their teeth and didn't look back. This is the brother's death to buy time for them. As long as they move forward, they can meet the government sentry.

This is wartime, and the place must be equipped with sentinels.

But before the scream fell behind him, there was another cry.

"Who?"

The voice was startled and angry.

"Who shot the arrow?"

Shoot an arrow?

The three men who galloped were stunned. Subconsciously, they looked up and saw that one of the passers-by who was close ahead was holding a bow and arrow in her hand.

Bow and arrow?

The three men turned back subconsciously.

But he saw the wounded man standing still, while a man in front of him fell and didn't move.

All eyes focused on the girl with the bow and arrow.

The girl's wide hood covered her hair, and her face was covered with a cloth, with only one eye out.

"OK." Miss Jun said, stretching out her hand and pointing to the men over there, "now shoot the fat man with the head."

Shoot the fat man with the head.

Where am I fat?

The man was a little annoyed. When his mind flashed, he heard a buzzing sound and an arrow flew towards him.

The man waved his knife and choked. The arrow was blocked and fell to the ground. Rao was so angry that he also sweated in a cold sweat.

"Missed." Zhao Hanqing said with a ashamed face.

"It doesn't matter. I reminded him." Miss Jun said, "it's not you."

fuck!

Is this man sick? The first man was ashamed and angry. Who did she think she was?

"Kill them!" He shouted.

The men finally reacted and roared angrily. The horse rushed here with a spear and a knife in his hand.

The man with a wounded arm holding a spear was thrown in place.

Is this passer-by going to help? But these people are not as simple as robbers. These passers-by seem to be just villagers

"Kill them."

The female voice said the same thing.

The man turned around and saw that the passers-by not only didn't run, but ten people lifted the cover on the horse's back and took out their bows and crossbows.

Crossbow!

A big man's stare.

The bandits and thieves who rushed there also turned pale and screamed.

"They have crossbows!"

"Stop."

"Despicable, why don't you take out the crossbow first!"

If the girl didn't take out this kind of hard crossbow at the beginning with a simple and crude bow and arrow, they wouldn't rush over so foolishly.

The spear and knife can withstand the bow and crossbow.

Who are these passers-by? They even have crossbows only in the army!

But it was too late. As the woman killed them, the ten men who took out the bow and crossbow had stepped forward and placed them word by word, pedaling on the string, lifting the crossbow and releasing the arrows. The action was neat and uniform. The ten arrows were fired at the same time, and the arrows were still flying. They pedaled on the string again and repeated the action.

Their movements were fast, the bowstring almost became a virtual shadow, and the buzzing sound of arrows breaking through the air was continuous, accompanied by a series of screams.

The men who rushed in had no previous momentum, and fell one after another in this arrow rain.

The man holding the spear and the three men guarding the carriage were stunned.

It's not like drawing a knife to help. It's a massacre.

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